catpiper: (we're all ham dressed up as prosciutto)
Ren "Renothy Cat" ([personal profile] catpiper) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr 2018-01-21 07:25 pm (UTC)

closed to batter

[The long night starts to wear on her after awhile. The yellow chalk had run out first, followed by blue and-

It gets to a point where her eyes are on the temple entrance, hoping familiar faces appear, instead of filling their absence by drawing them on the walls. The fighting gets a bit louder, her stomach aches a little more, and even the presence of her cat does little to stop it all when he starts poofing at various sounds.

She's not sure what caused it, but she remembers feeling terrified. The sound of a rock clattering two seconds too long, maybe a cough that didn't sound like one of the residents-it caused her to panic. She couldn't see her cat-didn't know where he had wandered off to and that made the area dangerous.

And so she ran. Until she found the safety of a leftover fire, a wandering man joining her soon after. A man she can't recalling seeing on the island before, but she's quickly won over by his kind words. It doesn't take long for her to start smiling, asking him about his hat and whatever else her eye catches-what a good nugget. Please come ruin this nice moment, Batterbean.
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