¦ Until the End (An End of the World RP) Semi-Lit ¦ Open!

[Draconox]

Lisa woke up very early in the morning. The sky had turned a light shade of grey. The sun did’t show yet. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she sat up quietly. A quick survey of her surroundings reminded her of the nightmare they were still living in. She frowned at the sight of the strange kids and tried to recall last nights event. But everything was blurred and unreal. It was the same ever since the lights went out that day. Lisa didn’t mind. That meant she didn’t have to face what had happened so far and she wanted to stay in her little bubble of numbness.
The sound of a single bird singing its lonely song distracted her. So sweet and yet so sad. A single tear trickled down her face. Lisa got up with her violin case in her arms. She watched Gabriel’s steady breathing for a few seconds and decided not to disturb him.

Gabriel woke up with a start sitting bolt upright. He felt disoriented and looked around for his sister frantically. As soon as he heard the violin music Gabriel relaxed. Looking over his shoulder he saw Lisa standing only a few feet away facing the dawning sun. The tune she played was slow and sad. Gabriel sighed and looked at where the others laid. He wondered if Wren had survived the night.

[==★ тea & caĸeѕ ★==]

{Sorry I've been inactive...school sucks XD }

[Noel]

((I agree completely.))
Wren's unconscious form shivered and twitched, literally fighting against his mind to keep from waking. Naturally, as the fates generally didn't seem to like the child, he awoke with a harsh gasp. It took him a minute of blinking and coughs to realize what had just happened: he was alive. Just barely, but he had made it another night. When the realization hit him, it wiped away the pain that plagued his body for a few miraculous seconds. Taking in the scene around him, the sight of the slightly risen sun felt oddly amusing, like he had beaten it by living to see it again. Of course, joy never lasts: he then realized how much agony he was in. The previous night he had been tired enough to be able to ignore his leg somewhat, especially with the arrival of the two new on comers. But now their was nothing to distract him, and it hit him mercilessly. To add to the pain, what ever it was that let him survive a bit longer had added a whole new set of symptoms. His vision swam, his head pounded with a flash of hurt in tune with his heartbeat, and very breath was lanced with a burning sensation. HIs pupils dilated instantly, and a cold sweat trickled down his face. Wren's scream pierced the silence, cutting through the beautiful violin music that he failed to hear.

((Lol, overflowing muse. I wanted to write something unpleasant too, oddly enough.))

[My Fair Lady]

( Lol, that's usually how my muse is. )

Juliana moved slightly in her sleep, her dreams were dark and bloody. Her mind registered a scream that was not her own and her eyes opened. She moved to Wren and touched him gently. "Sh, Wren...Sh." She realized that someone was playing violin, but she didn't look towards the sound, concentrating on Wren.

Aeneas woke to the violin music and smiled slightly, but jumped as Wren screamed. He sat up and glanced around, worried for once.

[Noel]

Wren forced himself to stop yelling, much against his will. He hadn't been expecting this... why did it hurt that much? His eyes were filled with panic, that he would die anyway and all the antibiotic gave him were a few hours of agony. Normally he never showed that much emotion, but now was not like that. Wren was terrified.
"It hurts! Oh d*** it this hurts!" He hissed, gritting his teeth together, trying to think about something else, anything else without success. At this rate, a quick demise while he slept would have been preferable. Surely if he was going to make it, it wouldn't hurt that much? The worst thoughts always seem to come to mind at the most deadly times...

((I had a n odd urge to write something like this... poor Wren. You hsould see the short story I'm doing... even worse. Suppose that's where this came from...))

[My Fair Lady]

( lol )

Juliana nodded, keeping the tears out of her eyes. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. Please just hang on." She looked at him sadly. "I won't let you die, Wren. I won't." She took his hand and gripped it tightly.

( WB )

[Noel]

"D*** it!" He swore quietly, and he probably would have said worse, if he hadn't swore because he had upset the girl. But at the moment, he couldn't really not, and who isn't afraid of death? Wren was no exception in any way. How he could have ignored this the night before eluded him, had it worsened while he slept? The idea scared him, more than a little, not sure if it was a good thing or bad, and his panicked mind immediately assumed 'bad.'
"Oh help me...!" He whispered, hopefully to quiet for her to hear, unable to stop himself.

[My Fair Lady]

Juliana swallowed hard, she knew she had to stay strong and not be a weak little girl. "Wren...I know it hurts, but you're strong and you can do this. You have to win this fight, okay?" This time reminded her of, she shook her head. She couldn't think of that. "I can't lose any one else. You have to make it. You will make it." Death was never something she had taken easily, especially after her parents died.

[Noel]

"No promises." He responded through gritted teeth, however much he wanted to assure her that he would come out alive, he didn't want to give her false hope, and that would practically be lying to himself. He hadn't been in this much pain ever, as far as he could tell. He'd had bones broken, muscles torn, but this was different. Utterly different: utterly more agonizing. But once again he forced himself to keep from screaming, he had already upset the girl enough. He had apparently brought up bad memories as well, as he could tell from her expression. He had probably woken everyone else too, expect her brother, as he hadn't heard any remarks, annoying or not, from him.

[My Fair Lady]

Juliana struggled with keeping her jaw from trembling. She stood slowly. "I-I'll be back later." She turned an walked away, tears spilling from her eyes. She had tried, she had really tired, but it was all too much for her. Her father had often scolded her, saying that she showed her emotions too much, especially in front of the patients. He said that was the one of the few things she was lacking to become a doctor. A college education, experience, and the ability to show only the required emotions, he had said over and over. Oh, how she wished she could hear him speak those words once more.

Aeneas stood up to gather firewood and some food, they would need them for the day. He would gather enough food for one meal and then go out later for more, so it would be fresh every time. He glanced at Wren as he moved along the outside of their little 'camp'.