Welp.... the next page is here. so sorry it took this long, I am really trying to get better about that~ anyway, enjoy those who read Encoded~!! <33 Thanks so much to those who do, you are all very appreciated and I hope you like it <333 Ehehe... by the way, Ellie has major bead-head... its adorable ^-^
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Ah... where am I...? Am I lying on the- I inhale deeply, absorbing the earthy sent that clings in the moist air. My face pricks with morning dew maybe? Not sure, but that's what it feels like. It takes me a moment to collect my thoughts and remember I had smashed into a tree and gone unconscious... really? Oh God, that's pathetic.
Then, as if the memory of hitting the tree jogged my physical-memory, a ping of pain sounds through my head. Its muffled, but I can definitely tell its a voice. I groan and refuse to come to a conscious state, my whole body feels heavy and achy. Then the sound rings again and I realize its my PC asking over and over "Miss. Flatts are you alright? Miss Flatts, please report your location so help can arrive." Quickly recognizing it as that literal voice that nags you in the back of your head, I jam the metallic voice and its falls silent.
Mentally closing my eyes (though I never actually opened them) I prepare to slip back into a deep-sleeping state. Maybe I should use my transit-band to put me to sleep. How long do I want to sleep? An hour? Two? Oh, I could use a day of sleep; I think I deserve it.
But then a deep voice I don't recognize jostled me from my decision and I begin to come back to reality. I feel the comfort and darkness of my sleep-state slipping from my grasp; right through my clenched fists.
A hazy image of a figure leaning over me comes into sight. I squint in the bright light of the morning, and all my senses flip to overload. I am able to pick up once again that I lie on the ground in the woods. Where exactly - I don't know. I pick up on the moisture that encases my face, except now it feels muggy and heavy rather than cool and refreshing. I cough, not sure why, but I figure its better to show whoever is hanging over me that I'm alive and they can back off. but they don't budge. in fact, they seem to inch closer.
"Sam, your girlfriends awake. God, what the hell did you do to her? She's so pale." The deep voice rumbles above me again, and through my silted eyes, I see that the words match the movement of the lips of the person hanging over me. I flip my eyes open and narrow down on the person, taking them in.
Though there's not much to see. Oddly white hair, a black jacket with a flipped up collar, grey shirt, and very pale skin. Even his eyes are dull to match the rest of him, brown with flakes of black spiking away from his pupils. After several long moments pass, and he doesn't appear to be moving, I take the initiative to break the awkward gaze; well, it didn't seem to be awkward from him. I throw my self up into a sitting position, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision.
Sliding away from him, I smash my sprawled-out hand in his face; pushing him even further away from me.
"Eug~" the noise escapes his mouth smushed behind my hand, but it seems more out of annoyance rather that distress. this annoys me.
"OH MY GOD" I yell, my voice splitting out rough and croaky. "Where am I? Who are you?" I spit the questions before the already spoken words register. and even then, I take in my surroundings before that. Tee-pees, campfires, food cooked and in little piles. okay, I was at some sort of campsite... but where exactly is that? And where's Sam, I heard his name mentioned...
And then, and only then, does what the boy who had been watching me said reach my comprehension. "Ahh... Girlfriend?" I spit out, confused and also in high denial; cause girlfriend is not the case here...
Ah... where am I...? Am I lying on the- I inhale deeply, absorbing the earthy sent that clings in the moist air. My face pricks with morning dew maybe? Not sure, but that's what it feels like. It takes me a moment to collect my thoughts and remember I had smashed into a tree and gone unconscious... really? Oh God, that's pathetic.
Then, as if the memory of hitting the tree jogged my physical-memory, a ping of pain sounds through my head. Its muffled, but I can definitely tell its a voice. I groan and refuse to come to a conscious state, my whole body feels heavy and achy. Then the sound rings again and I realize its my PC asking over and over "Miss. Flatts are you alright? Miss Flatts, please report your location so help can arrive." Quickly recognizing it as that literal voice that nags you in the back of your head, I jam the metallic voice and its falls silent.
Mentally closing my eyes (though I never actually opened them) I prepare to slip back into a deep-sleeping state. Maybe I should use my transit-band to put me to sleep. How long do I want to sleep? An hour? Two? Oh, I could use a day of sleep; I think I deserve it.
But then a deep voice I don't recognize jostled me from my decision and I begin to come back to reality. I feel the comfort and darkness of my sleep-state slipping from my grasp; right through my clenched fists.
A hazy image of a figure leaning over me comes into sight. I squint in the bright light of the morning, and all my senses flip to overload. I am able to pick up once again that I lie on the ground in the woods. Where exactly - I don't know. I pick up on the moisture that encases my face, except now it feels muggy and heavy rather than cool and refreshing. I cough, not sure why, but I figure its better to show whoever is hanging over me that I'm alive and they can back off. but they don't budge. in fact, they seem to inch closer.
"Sam, your girlfriends awake. God, what the hell did you do to her? She's so pale." The deep voice rumbles above me again, and through my silted eyes, I see that the words match the movement of the lips of the person hanging over me. I flip my eyes open and narrow down on the person, taking them in.
Though there's not much to see. Oddly white hair, a black jacket with a flipped up collar, grey shirt, and very pale skin. Even his eyes are dull to match the rest of him, brown with flakes of black spiking away from his pupils. After several long moments pass, and he doesn't appear to be moving, I take the initiative to break the awkward gaze; well, it didn't seem to be awkward from him. I throw my self up into a sitting position, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision.
Sliding away from him, I smash my sprawled-out hand in his face; pushing him even further away from me.
"Eug~" the noise escapes his mouth smushed behind my hand, but it seems more out of annoyance rather that distress. this annoys me.
"OH MY GOD" I yell, my voice splitting out rough and croaky. "Where am I? Who are you?" I spit the questions before the already spoken words register. and even then, I take in my surroundings before that. Tee-pees, campfires, food cooked and in little piles. okay, I was at some sort of campsite... but where exactly is that? And where's Sam, I heard his name mentioned...
And then, and only then, does what the boy who had been watching me said reach my comprehension. "Ahh... Girlfriend?" I spit out, confused and also in high denial; cause girlfriend is not the case here...
