“Okay,” Callie said, “Let’s go.” She walked back through the scraps and parts. All she saw was more metal. While walking, she tripped over something.
“Ow! What was that?” Callie got up and brushed herself off. She turned around and saw what she was the most afraid of: Whitney’s corpse.
“P-Pine? I-I found s-someone…” Her usual upbeat facade broke down, and hot tears began spilling out of her eyes. Whitney…
She couldn’t believe her sister was dead. Sure, they argued over everything, but she still loved her.
Roleplay, anyone?
shiet.
"Callie, come here." Pine opened his arms to embrace her, sighing and stepping forward. "come on, you alright?"
Callie cried into his shoulder. “Is this some cruel joke?” Whitney was her stepsister. Callie’s mom and Whitney’s dad died years ago. Of course their parents had to meet and eventually get married. Whitney hated Callie’s family, but hated Callie the most. Callie sometimes wished that her stepsister would just disappear, but dead? What would her parents say? Callie couldn’t help but feel responsible.
She continued to sob. “It’s all my fault…I shouldn’t have forced her into the club. I-I…”
"Hey, don't blame yourself," Pine replied, patting her head awkwardly, trying to comfort her. "You had nothing to do with the plane crashing and you had nothing do do with her feelings to you." He stroked her hair softly.
Callie continued crying for a bit. Eventually, she broke away.
“Thanks Pine, but…” Callie hiccuped a bit as she tried to speak. She tried to calm down, but the tears kept flowing down. She just wanted to curl up and die in a hole. “I…sh-should go b-back. You keep looking for supplies.” She stood up and began running away from the scene.
(Aww poor Callie)
(Where’s @Natasha?)
(idk, she's been gone for awhile)
"O-okay." Pine watched her sullenly as she left. Is Dale dead, too? God, that would crush her…
(I hope she didn’t leave for good :’( )
Callie ran and ran and ran until she couldn’t see the wreckage.
“ARGH! WHY!” She kicked and screamed at the nearest tree. She began punching this tree with all her might, fueled by rage. “I HATE THIS STUPID TRIP! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!” She picked up a rock and chucked it at the tree. She looked at the her hands. They were bleeding. She looked back up and saw a dent in the tree’s bark. She hated all the damage. Eventually she broke down and cried.
She heard the calm bubbling of the river nearby. She walked down hill to the river and just sat and cried. The flow of that brook soothed her a bit. She then noticed River and Cassie fishing downstream. Callie just hoped they didn’t hear her outburst.
(the feels omgg ;-;)
(This entire thing is dramatic, gosh. Why am I torturing my character so much?)
(theres a quote on pinterest somewhere that says struggle makes a character more believable and endurant so i think its good ^-^)
(because you're an author. * cries while laughing maniacally* )
(poor Callie):
(there there)
( @TopazWyrmlet~ I mean River’s entire family died. And she’s even younger!)
(Just kinda waiting for someone to continue…)
(Hello peeps I'm back)
Kirsten was left behind with Matthew. She sighed and looked around. "I have a feeling we're supposed to be doing something productive," she told him.
(Welcome back!)
(thank youuu)
(How was your week?)
(it was amazing, it was an exchange with Valencia. They're coming in June)
"Yeah, probably." Matthew sighed and brought himself shakily to his feet. "Build a shelter?"
Kirsten nodded, thought about it. "We'll need some flexible branches, solid ones and probably leaves. Oh, and the sheet metal will definitely come in useful." She jumped to her feet and dragged a few sheets of iron closer to camp.
Matthew nodded silently and got to work, dragging a pine bough out of a bush.
(What should I do? @Natasha's kinda just left, and River's a bit dependent on her for the scene :P)
(idk what to do either :P both my characters are alone gathering wood)
(im here)
"Just try and make a pyramid type shake with the longest sticks and tie them up at the top." Kirsten suggested.
Matthew nodded, still not fully comprehending, and began making a pile of supplies. "What are we gonna tie it together with?"
Kirsten scanned the dirt. "If we don't have any string, then try getting some young, bendy branches around. That'll work."
"Would this… vine thingy work?" he replied, holding up a small length of Kudzu.