Rook James Hendrie (rookhendrie) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-06-05 03:58:00 |
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Current mood: | melancholy |
Alien planet fucking with his mind
Who: Rook
Where: Grazer Island
When: Early, early morning.
What: Melancholy Rook doesn't want to talk and so he goes hunting for wood.
Rating: PG for bad, bad thoughts
The main camp had arrived last night. At least, if he kept calling it that, he could pretend that they weren't actual individuals, and were just part of a vague collective that he could pretend didn't exist. That he could just ignore them and they him and let him live on this accursed place like the hermit he was. Rook supposed it was the culmination of everything really: the shock of arriving in this weird place; of being rejected; of finding ecstasy, and realizing that it was never in his reach anyway; of interrupting hunts; of losing his vicious temper completely... Everything was a fuck up. Or rather, he was a fuck up, and everyone knew it.
Rook had slept alone that night. Again. This time, away from the fire and far far away from people. It had been fucking freezing, but he had made do, hunkering down under a small rise so that most of the wind would gust over. He didn't think anyone noticed. Who gave a fuck about him anyhow? If he became the next Laugher feed, he'd be forgotten in two days, it was just the way things fucking worked around here. No one remembered those who'd been dragged off. No one remembered who's sheets he was using. No one remembered. And no one remembered because no one cared.
The moment the sun was barely peaking over the horizon, Rook had tightened his bedding across his torso like a sack, the same way he'd done in their journey here. With the campsite now over-populating with others, it was time for him to make himself scarce. He headed off in the direction of the grasslands, going for the disc trees that would be used for building the lean-tos that Helena so desperately wanted.
Standing at the same spot where, just the morning before, Helena had given him his chance to escape from reality, Rook took a deep breath, and headed out to the grasslands.