Rook James Hendrie (rookhendrie) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-06-08 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | kenneth, rook, z - 1st tribe - day 23 |
Who: Rook & [Open]
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Grazer Island
What: Building lean-tos
Rating: TBD
Rook knew something wasn't right. He'd been sick all morning, throwing up fluids and stomach acid the moment he had shot awake in a cold sweat. Lugging back disc trees in the freezing cold had been a bad idea, and it was evident he was only just paying for the consequences. Still, he forced himself awake, going back to the large pile of wood he had managed to gather in two days. So far it had been useful for avoiding people, for living in his own world. Now it was time to get to work.
Braiding grass through his dazed, semi-conscious state, Rook felt uncomfortably warm despite the cold breeze gusting through camp. His boxers and the bedding that he had wrapped himself in were soaked in his own sweat, and his muscles ached painfully in time to the throbbing of his head. His hands shook and shivered as he tightened each knot. It was a struggle to focus, to remember what he was trying to do, and at times he stopped without realizing. Once he had a decent amount of the rope, he forced himself to his feet. He tore at the trunk of the tree, pulling it apart into long, flexible sticks. Slowly, the frame of the lean-to came into existence as he dug a hole for the base, secured the stick into the ground and bound up the top ends with the rope to form a sort of dome-shape.
By mid-afternoon his body was working on automatic. His mind was a completely blank, eyes glazed over as he tightened the knots, bent the sticks, dug them into the ground... His blanket had fallen off his shoulders, and all he could hear was the rasping of his own breath as he coughed hard enough to rattle his very bones.