by DRdoctorlady » Mon Feb 21, 2011 2:27 pm
I find my terrible British accents more hilarious now :P
And I suppose its a bit sad that our police peoples fit all the bad sterotypes, BUT! I don't know where I"m going with this train of thought.
Anywhosadoodle,
*runs to writerland*
Chapter 2c
-------->Continuation
I wake up to sunlight streaming in through the windows. Hmm. Windows. We don't have those at our place. Just gaping holes in the ceiling.
I prop myself up and try to figure out what's happening and suddenly wonder how I managed to stay asleep the entire time. Everyone except for Badger appears to be awake. Rosethorn appears to be doing surgery on one of the windows (not the one barfing light on my face) while Grasswhistle argues heatedly with Dagger, who is brandishing a knife. Break is screaming his numbers again. Ice is sitting on the bed, stuffing his fingers in his ears, whilst Laurels is trying to keep Break a little quieter. Coon is tromping up the stairs with his arms loaded with random stuff with Flyby in tow. Somehow, Badger is asleep through all this.
"Jarrah," Grasswhistle calls, agitated. "Drag Dagger outside and beat him with a tennis racket until he dies."
"Why?" I ask, shouting over Dagger's response. I drag myself to my feet and straighten my shirt.
"This piece of-" Break's shouting drowned out the next few words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. But, you have a tennis racket I can borrow?"
"What?" Dagger splutters, indignant.
"Hey," Rose calls from her workplace. She's still fussing with the edge of the windows.
"Yeah?"
"You, Ice, and Dagger. You guys aren't doing anything. Get us some food," She says, pointing a tube of who-knows-what at each of us in turn.
"Grasswhistle's not doing anything either," Dagger says, jerking his knife at her. Grasswhistle scowls.
"She's going to be helping me clean up the place," Rose says, taking an immense length of wire and stringing it up next to the window.
My half-asleep brain is still processing the fact that Rose sent me on a raid with Ice and Dagger, possibly hoping to kill me in doing so.
"What?" I ask stupidly.
"Clean Jarrah. Its this thing you do to-"
"I know what cleaning is," I snap at her. "But me, Dagger, and Ice in one place for a prolonged amount of time? Are you trying to kill me?"
Ice seems to have heard his name by now and takes his fingers out of his ears.
"Wut?" He said, sounding equally as stupid as I had, if a bit more just because he happens to be ICE, the angsty, violent serious person.
"Just get out of here," Rose says in dismissal. Dagger sighs and traipses down the stairs. After a while, Ice does too, and I follow grudgingly.
You see, there is a reason why the three of us shouldn't be put in each others company for long. Dagger of course, is an insolent jerk sometimes, and should be dipped into a pit of acid then laid on sand. Ice gets irritated at anything, and is likely to stab all of us to death and disappear back into the woods. Me, if Dagger gets on my nerves, I have no reservations on kicking him in the nuts.
The moment we step out the door, the sunlight blinds me. Did I sleep the entire morning? Hmm.
Dagger's already walking away, towards the middle of the city. Ice, who doesn't seem to have a problem with the blinding light, catches up to Dagger and grabs him roughly by the shoulder.
"Are you stupid? That's straight into dog territory. Last time I was out there was even couger scat in there. You want to get clawed apart?" Ice growls. Dagger pulls away, growling.
"Where do we go then?" Dagger snarls.
You can feel the testosterone levels rising.
Disgusted, I shade my eyes and look around. This part of town seems almost all concrete. I can tell a lot of the buildings were abandoned even before the Scourge. I vaguely remember coming here before when I was younger. I think...
Scanning around I see a shop that I remember. See, my mom is Asian, and to get a lot of her favorite Asiany-food goodness, she had to find the small privately owned shops and buy from them. These were usually a bit out of the way in some of the most ghetto, cheap areas of Jacksonville. I remember when I was little, she would come here to get her authentic rice and weird fish. But when crime rates began rising in the area, my mom had spazzed and never came here again.
Mom.
Hmm.
Shaking my head to clear the encroaching morbid thoughts, I run towards the abandoned store. I hear Ice shout something at me but, of course, I don't stop until I'm standing in front of the door. A badly worn sign hangs up in front, proclaiming its Asian-authenticity and the smell of rotten fish wafts out the windows. Ice runs up, looking pissed as usual, Dagger following close behind, ranting.
"What're you doing? Did you not hear me?" Ice growls at me. Ignoring him, I wrench open the door and step inside.
((I would write more but a blazing headache has been bugging me the entire time I've been writing this and it just got worse and its searing right behind my eyes >.<
But on a quick side note, the reason why Jarrah isn't a blithering blob of sadness all the time is because the way she copes with serious issues is to ignore them. Even with her entire family dead, her friends dead, and life as she knows it gone, she's still ignoring the big picture, dealing only with the small things. Usually, when she starts to think about the bad things, she either skates over the extremely terrible things/thinks about them a bit apathetically/sarcastically (when she's thinking about Flyby's future) or distracts herself (when Jarrah thinks of her mother she stops thinking about it). Its a psychological thing))
In Construction
DRdoctorlady wrote:^^ Give me a while to put this up. I'm DR. Not doctor. Dee Arr.
My kismesis is Coastal Kid, so ignore us if we're arguing. Hope to get something nice up soon c:
For now, deal with it.