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hime1999 to help her Mary Sue along. I get attacked with my own... Here you go, meet... me.
She cracked her eyes open, then peered around with a somewhat unhappy look. She was almost completely certain that the last thing she remembered was closing her eyes away from the sun at that light near the highway. This did not explain why she was outside. In fact, she was pretty sure she was missing class right this moment.
A cautious glance revealed no cars, streetlights, or gas stations anywhere nearby. Her backpack was gone. Not that it had anything neat in it anyway, but she hadn’t gotten around to putting some of her pens in her pockets. To that affect, well, she wasn’t even sure she had any pockets on her clothes today. She’d been half-asleep when she’d gotten dressed. Fact one, it was black, fact two, she’d apparently not lost anything attached to her person.
She pushed up to her feet, seeing nothing but trees, then hills, and pretty much nothing. Okay, *now* she wished she had her backpack on her, she didn’t have her plant survival cards on her and she had *no* clue what was edible about most of this stuff. Not that she was thinking about trying… Surely there had to be people? She wasn’t back in Oklahoma was she?
A shudder worked down her spine with that and she started to walk, rather grateful she’d gone the geekier route that morning as she palmed her pocket watch in one hand, the other making sure her ID and all her altoid boxes were still in her coat pocket. Yep, all three still there, with her oh so glorious plethora of change. Maybe she could call her dad? Of course, that would require finding a phone… or people… or just about anything.
It didn’t help it was dark out. After her self-evaluation, she sort of paused, wondering why she didn’t hurt anywhere. Just how long has she been out anyway? She knew there was a reason she had been trying to get her dad to move back home, and crap like this was it. It would just be her luck to have gotten an iffy kidnapper.
Picking a random direction, she started walking. She was thanking every being on the planet it was night, or she would have had a sunburn by the time she saw light ahead. Or was that sunrise? Either way, didn’t matter, she was tired of picking her way over rocks. And her vest wasn’t made for exercise. But it kept her zipper on her favorite shirt from eating her braid, so she was screwed.
Glancing at the back of her left hand, she itched to redo the drawings up the back of it. She’d gone for geometric ones in class the night before. They were a bit faded now, but the series of circles with five, six, and eight pointed stars were at least presentable. Straightening her glasses a little, she told herself this was what happened when she put off her math. She was going to do it in class again.
Right, not at all a useful thought. Moving forward to the farmhouse, she ignored the nagging sensation she’d seen it before. After all, she’d seen plenty of houses in the last five years. Of course, when she saw one very big, muscular man stepping out of the house, she had second thoughts about approaching. Deciding it was better to be safe than sorry, she hunted up a branch before approaching again.
Plans were going just as she’d hoped they would so far. As in, getting into the house and begging something that wasn’t an altoid off the owners of the house along with use of the phone. She nearly hurt herself upon realizing there were two more people out there with muscle man. One was in armor, no biggie, she had been to plenty of SCA events. It was probably someone who was into all that that lived here. That meant her stick wouldn’t do much good though… Better to keep it anyway.
Of course, when she got a close enough chance to see the little guy of the group, she had to sit down. She was sure they’d seen her, but her eyes were pinned on the metal arm the boy was sporting. Apparently he hadn’t finished getting dressed yet since he was shrugging on a black over shirt.
She only distantly heard the armored boy alert the other two to her presence before she decided this just had to be another of her twisted dreams. “Brother! Something’s wrong with that girl!”
Yes, just another really twisted dream. Had to be. She stared up at the pair of brothers with wide eyes, peering over her glasses through her bangs. “You know, I think this has to be one of the weirder dreams I’ve had in a while.”
hime1999 to help her Mary Sue along. I get attacked with my own... Here you go, meet... me.She cracked her eyes open, then peered around with a somewhat unhappy look. She was almost completely certain that the last thing she remembered was closing her eyes away from the sun at that light near the highway. This did not explain why she was outside. In fact, she was pretty sure she was missing class right this moment.
A cautious glance revealed no cars, streetlights, or gas stations anywhere nearby. Her backpack was gone. Not that it had anything neat in it anyway, but she hadn’t gotten around to putting some of her pens in her pockets. To that affect, well, she wasn’t even sure she had any pockets on her clothes today. She’d been half-asleep when she’d gotten dressed. Fact one, it was black, fact two, she’d apparently not lost anything attached to her person.
She pushed up to her feet, seeing nothing but trees, then hills, and pretty much nothing. Okay, *now* she wished she had her backpack on her, she didn’t have her plant survival cards on her and she had *no* clue what was edible about most of this stuff. Not that she was thinking about trying… Surely there had to be people? She wasn’t back in Oklahoma was she?
A shudder worked down her spine with that and she started to walk, rather grateful she’d gone the geekier route that morning as she palmed her pocket watch in one hand, the other making sure her ID and all her altoid boxes were still in her coat pocket. Yep, all three still there, with her oh so glorious plethora of change. Maybe she could call her dad? Of course, that would require finding a phone… or people… or just about anything.
It didn’t help it was dark out. After her self-evaluation, she sort of paused, wondering why she didn’t hurt anywhere. Just how long has she been out anyway? She knew there was a reason she had been trying to get her dad to move back home, and crap like this was it. It would just be her luck to have gotten an iffy kidnapper.
Picking a random direction, she started walking. She was thanking every being on the planet it was night, or she would have had a sunburn by the time she saw light ahead. Or was that sunrise? Either way, didn’t matter, she was tired of picking her way over rocks. And her vest wasn’t made for exercise. But it kept her zipper on her favorite shirt from eating her braid, so she was screwed.
Glancing at the back of her left hand, she itched to redo the drawings up the back of it. She’d gone for geometric ones in class the night before. They were a bit faded now, but the series of circles with five, six, and eight pointed stars were at least presentable. Straightening her glasses a little, she told herself this was what happened when she put off her math. She was going to do it in class again.
Right, not at all a useful thought. Moving forward to the farmhouse, she ignored the nagging sensation she’d seen it before. After all, she’d seen plenty of houses in the last five years. Of course, when she saw one very big, muscular man stepping out of the house, she had second thoughts about approaching. Deciding it was better to be safe than sorry, she hunted up a branch before approaching again.
Plans were going just as she’d hoped they would so far. As in, getting into the house and begging something that wasn’t an altoid off the owners of the house along with use of the phone. She nearly hurt herself upon realizing there were two more people out there with muscle man. One was in armor, no biggie, she had been to plenty of SCA events. It was probably someone who was into all that that lived here. That meant her stick wouldn’t do much good though… Better to keep it anyway.
Of course, when she got a close enough chance to see the little guy of the group, she had to sit down. She was sure they’d seen her, but her eyes were pinned on the metal arm the boy was sporting. Apparently he hadn’t finished getting dressed yet since he was shrugging on a black over shirt.
She only distantly heard the armored boy alert the other two to her presence before she decided this just had to be another of her twisted dreams. “Brother! Something’s wrong with that girl!”
Yes, just another really twisted dream. Had to be. She stared up at the pair of brothers with wide eyes, peering over her glasses through her bangs. “You know, I think this has to be one of the weirder dreams I’ve had in a while.”