Tox had not slept well, but that came as no surprise to him given the events of yesterday. He had fallen asleep trying hard not to think about fiery hair and emerald eyes, which of course ended up being all her could think about. He'd tossed and turned, he'd punched his pillow quite a lot, and his slumber was anything but restful. Waking up he felt almost more tired than when he'd gone to bed last night. This was completely absurd!
"I can't keep going like this," he muttered, his head in his hands as he sat on the edge of his bed. An irritable hiss sounded from the side table. He glanced at Fang and frowned. "What do you know?" He grabbed his serpentine friend, let him coil around his arm as usual and walked out of the room.
There was the usual quietly busy atmosphere in the courtyard as everyone grabbed breakfast. Tox headed for the food table first, if anything to give himself more time before facing Brain. He grabbed some toast and threw together a few breakfast sandwiches, grabbed some orange juice and went to where he knew she would be. His heart sped up as he saw her, head down as she focused on her notebook. He realized he could watch her scribble in her catscratch letters all day. Oh, he had it bad...
"Morning," he said, sliding into the chair across from her with a masculine grace, "Brought you some food." He pushed the sandwich and juice towards her, carefully keeping his hands away from her. He was not ready to touch her again, even under the pretense of their faux relationship. He remembered how badly his hand had ached to remain on her shoulder last night. But he needed to stop thinking about that, needed to think of something else.
"Did you sleep well?" Oh, good grief, that had been so lame...
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As has been mentioned before, Reach never usually required much sleep. She had stayed up late last night reading a book she'd grabbed from the library. It was a book about how to prepare a space for gardening. She'd wanted to be prepared for the morning when she and Wire would be trying to get the clearing ready for planting and whatnot. After managing to read the book from cover to cover, she woke up feeling prepared and optimistic.
Meeting up with Wire was a quiet affair, she could tell her friend was not an early riser though she did a good job not showing it, and Reach appreciated the effort. It felt good to be doing something useful together, she could almost feel it healing the emotions they'd both been feeling yesterday. They grabbed some tools someone had told them were in a shed, and head for the clearing.
As they began to toil in the dirt, Reach found herself in high spirits. Pulling weeds, trying to break up the dirt, it was grueling work, especially as the sun began to rise higher into the sky, but it felt purposeful. She began to hum a soft tune as she worked, glancing over at Wire occasionally as the other woman also pulled weeds. It struck her once again as strange that she feel so connected to the other woman after such a brief acquaintance, but for once she was determined not to question it. She was grateful for her friend, and she wanted nothing more than their friendship to continue uninterrupted.
"You know," she said finally, standing up to stretch her back, "I'm wondering if we should start asking around during lunch to see if anyone else wants to help out. I'm thinking this might be too big a job for just us." She gave her friend a smile, and passed Wire one of the water canteens she'd grabbed on their way out.
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Unfortunately, Flora always had rather vivid dreams, and they were almost always nightmares. Visions of medicine bottles, bloody rags, the smell of antiseptic and a scent she could only ever describe as "illness", played through her mind all night. As a result she usually woke up in a cold sweat, staring at the ceiling and breathing rather rapidly, trying to calm herself back down. Her only comfort was since coming to the island she at least had Pele to comfort her in the morning, and she was always grateful for the armadillo.
This morning was no different than the others, and Flora looked considerably ragged as she got up to splash water on her face and look at herself in the mirror in the her room. She grabbed her thick blue-black hair up and tied it back into a ponytail and then forced her usual cheery grin onto her face. She almost immediately let it fade away and she heaved a heavy sigh. Oh, it was all so exhausting, being so happy all the time, but she knew no other way.
Upon exiting her room, Flora headed for the courtyard where breakfast as still being served. She greeted people as she passed them, waving and smiling so brilliantly that no one would have ever had any idea how awful she felt inside. The sunlight helped, though, and by the time she grabbed a bagel and began nibbling on it she was feeling a bit more perky. She glanced in the direction of a small crowd that had gathered near one wall of the compound and knew the new chore schedule had been posted. She walked that way and scanned the paper for her name, though she never really cared what she as assigned to do, she did it happily.
"Oh, great," she she groaned softly under her breath as she spotted her name...next to Necro's, "What fun, what fun..."
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After a bit, her own handwriting was becoming a bit illegible, and Brain realized that she probably should have eaten something before delving into her work once again. She removed her glasses from her face and set them on the table before rubbing at her eyes in irritation. But, very shortly, she had replaced the glasses onto her nose and was glaring at her notes with more ferocity than before. The answers were there, she knew, but they were eluding her.
She hadn't returned to her work for very long before Tox approached and sat down across from her. Her heart started beating a bit faster and she had to press her hands to her book to steady them. She took deep breaths to center herself before glancing up at him. "Thanks," she responded, taking the breakfast. She examined the next paragraph of her work before taking a bite, but quickly became grateful.
"I mean, as well as normal, I guess," she shrugged at his question. "I have full memory of all of my dreams, as I'm sure you can understand," she spared him another glance before returning her green eyes to her notes.
She looked back up, though, as someone approached the table. "Tox, don't forget about the new container of kitchen supplies for the cafeteria," he stated. Brain recognized him - of course. It was Necro, a rather odd one who had arrived a year or so ago. Before waiting for a response, Necro dug his hands into his pockets and walked off.
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The sting was already fading from Wire's hand. She frowned at it for a moment before, once again, returning her attention to the weeds. Reach stated something about not thinking they could handle it and Wire straightened up with a laugh. "Look at this; we are already halfway done, Reach. We can handle it," she offered her British friend a wink.
In truth, Wire's back was beginning to ache from being bent over the spots, and her hands had gotten a bit cut up. Nothing serious, of course, just small, harmless cuts from Mother Nature herself, and the bump from that little bug, which really wasn't looking too bad.
"But if you want someone's help, then I am more than happy to take a break while we go seek someone out," Wire offered with a shrug while she stretched her back. It wasn't that she was a stranger to hard labor; on the contrary, she was a close acquaintance of it. When she had turned fourteen, she had found herself a job washing laundry for a rather large, rather wealthy family in South Africa.
She hadn't been paid a whole lot, but enough to get by without having to steal. Her brother didn't know about it, and thought that the money she brought home was via the thieving he had raised her on, and she didn't care to tell him the truth and anger him.
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After a few minutes of petting his familiar, Necro decided to make his way back out into the courtyard and see if he could find a spot he didn't know about before. It was his favorite activity. His mother used to ruffle his hair and laugh that he could probably walk for hours and not feel sore, to which he'd reply that the dead were unable to feel pain.
It wasn't completely true. He could feel pain still, but it always felt like more of a numbness than a stinging, burning, shooting, etc. sensation that everyone else described it as. That was probably a result of him being only half-dead, since, by all technicality, he was still half-alive.
"Necro!" came a ringing voice from somewhere to his right. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Crypt, who approached him with a friendly smile. She had tried to take him under her wing when he had first arrived at the compound, having been charmed by the dreary pallor of his skin, he supposed. That didn't last long, but she did still treat him as an acquaintance. "I've got to run pretty soon here; I told Jelly I'd eat breakfast with her. But could you deliver a message for me? Just make sure Tox doesn't forget about the container of kitchen supplies that no one unloaded."
"Sure," he shrugged, not seeing a reason not to comply.
Crypt grinned at him toothily. "Thanks, sweetheart!" she called as she jogged off towards Jelly, who was flattening and inflating her own arm out of boredom. With another shrug, Necro turned towards Tox, sitting at a table with a redhead whose name Necro wasn't sure of, approached, delivered said message, and left, not bothering to stick around.
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It was becoming increasingly difficult to sit in this chair, and Tox wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it all. Just sitting there and looking at Brain like everything in him did want to reach across the table and wrap his arms around her, needing to pretend not to be interested in her, it was torture. He picked up a pencil to twirl, a desperate attempt to give his mind (and his hands) something else to focus on. It wasn't all that successful...
Thankfully, something else came along to distract him, no matter how briefly. Tox looked up as the other guy, Necro he thought it was, came over to their table to deliver his message. Tox didn't even have time to nod his acknowledgement befoqre Necro walked away, and he frowned after him but felt it wasn't worth shouting after him. He pondered the message a moment, for he had forgotten all about that. It had been dropped off far outside the usual location, and they had ignored it until now because it wasn't worth the trek.
Unfortunately, the people who ran this place would not resupply them until they used all their current resources, and so Tox would have to go take a look at what was even in the darn thing. He looked across the table at Brain, doing his best to ignore the wild beat of his heart as he did so, and considered whether it was worth doing what he was thinking about doing. It seemed like the best and worst idea ever, and it was hard to tell which would win out in the end...
"Would you mind coming with me?" he asked her, "I want to do an inventory and then come back to gather a team to haul everything we want to keep back and you'll have an easier time remembering whether something is needed or not." He kept it casual, kept it cool, even though inside he raged at himself for inviting her. His mind told him what a terrible idea this was, forcing himself to be alone with Brain as they walked to and from the shipping container. His heart on the other hand, was pounding in his chest, elated at the prospect.
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Much, much better, thats how Flora was feeling as she took a walk around the courtyard. She did so every morning, just breathing the fresh air deep into her lungs and soaking up the rays of the sun. Pele trailed along behind her as usual, stopping to chase butterflies or sniff at something on the ground. It brought her joy to have her familiar with her. Their bond felt more genuine than any she'd ever experienced in her life.
"Such a beautiful place," she said, her voice soft and warm as the breeze which blew through the compound. She became suddenly homesick and nostalgic as she remembered her island home. So many memories. Some good...some not so good.
Flora's deep thinking come to a stop quite suddenly as she realized there were a pair of women working in a clearing that was on her usual walking path. She stopped and observed them a moment, and determined they were trying to prepare it for a garden. She could think of no other reason they could be pulling weeds and tilling the soil. She quirked a bit of a smile as she also noted how neither of the women seemed to really know what they were doing. Well, it wasn't as though she were doing anything important...
"Hello there," she greeted them amiably, "You know, if you really want to get rid of the weeds you have to make sure you're pulling their roots completely out." To demonstrate her point, she bent down and wrapped her hand around a thick bunch of weeds and pulled slowly, wiggling it back and forth until it came up with a large clump of dirt still attached to its roots. She showed it to the other two with a grin.
"Also, you're going to need some bigger tools to till the soil if you plan on planting anything. I'm Flora by the way."
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And there it was again. Being wanted, used, and thrown away just because of her memory. Brain was tired of it by now. She had wondered, for the faintest moment, if he had actually wanted her company in coming to check out the shipping container with him. Perhaps, someone might actually want to spend time with her outside of what was required. But no. He was just like all of the other cruel devils in the world who cared more about using her Ability to their advantage rather than her.
Subconsciously, Brain's arms crossed her body in a defensive posture and she found herself staring at a spot on the ground for a moment as she tried to control the sudden wave of anger. "Of course," she muttered helplessly, still not looking at him. "Let me, once again, act the part of a vessel of knowledge."
Then, she came to her senses and realized what she had said. With a small shake of her head, she looked back at him and offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I believe I've been too engulfed in my notes this morning and my head's not quite in the right place," she forced a chuckle.
She then stood, her back popping from having been hunched over for hours, and stretched her neck while scowling at the sun. "Come on," she beckoned Tox, meeting his gaze again and affecting a small smile once more.
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As the new woman approached and told them in an accent that Wire had never quite heard before that they needed to be pulling out the roots, Wire felt, immediately, like a complete imbecile. She smacked her hand to her forehead and glanced at Reach. "The roots," she sighed and gave her head a little shake.
When she was younger, Wire had loved to pick flowers. It was her favorite pastime. Though, she had never completely taken all of the roots out, because she didn't need to. Matter of fact, she didn't even know about it. With a sigh, she glanced back at the clearing, realizing that most of their work didn't have the roots pulled out, and they likely had to start all over again.
"Flora?" she perked up a little at the new woman's name, looking at her again. "Does that imply you have a plant-based Ability? And might be willing to help us make a garden?" she questioned, before discovering, with slight horror, that her own excitement about having possibly been right regarding someone with an Ability that could help them had overpowered her manners.
"Forgive me," Wire smiled charmingly, cocking her head towards Flora a little bit in acknowledgement. "My name is Wire, and this is my friend, Reach. We are new here and Reach had the idea to build a garden for the community. It would be greatly appreciated if you were to help us."
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Tox was an idiot, that much was certain. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice anything unusual about Brain's behavior in response to his question. All he could do twirl his pencil for all he was worth trying to keep his hands from doing...anything else. Finally, his nervous energy got the better of him and he had to stand up, running both hands through his hair as he looked down at her.
"Come then, my lady," he said, giving her a playful grin, "Be my vessel of knowledge." He held out his hand to her, hoping desperately that it didn't end up shaking. He was trying to act as though this was all simply for appearances, but in his mind he was simply happy to have an excuse to be touching her adorably freckled skin again. She hesitated, which he expected, but eventually did take his hand. The flips his stomach were doing were enough to make him dizzy.
Leading Brain away from the table and courtyard, Tox told her a bit about the shipping container, though he was sure she probably remembered herself. He just was trying to keep himself talking about unimportant things so he didn't focus too long on his emotions about being this close to her. Fang had wound his way up to his shoulder and was hissing in his ear. He did his best to ignore that as well. The silly serpent had no idea what a struggle this was, and why it was necessary.
"I think we should be nearly there," he said, after they'd been walking for about fifteen minutes.
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It hadn't taken very long for Reach to become quite sure that working in the dirt was not her favorite thing to do. She could feel it getting caked under her finger nails, and her muscles were beginning to ache rather horribly. She wiped sweat from her brow and sat down in a heap on the ground so she could sip some more water. Her determination to see this garden idea, and Wire's faith in her, were becoming the only reasons she had to keep going.
When the other woman start walking up to them, Reach was in the middle of standing back up. She hurriedly stood up straight and dusted herself off, brushing her icy blonde hair out of her face. Not the the new person, Flora she eventually introduced herself as, seemed to notice her appearance. The weeding demonstration made her feel like a fool, a feeling Wire seemed to share and she gave her friend a wry smile when she made her comment. It seemed so obvious now that they've been shown.
"We thank you," she said politely, trying to keep her voice above a whisper, "And we truly would appreciate any further help you could give us."
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Smiling, Flora couldn't believe her luck. New people to meet, and they were attempting a garden. She had considered it in the past, but could never get enough interest among the others. She knelt down into the dirt and dug her hands into some of the tilled up soil. She took a deep breath and let it out, closing her eyes and letting herself feel the living plants all around. She focused her energy on the ones the women had been working on plucking out of the ground. She furrowed her brow in concentration and in a matter of seconds...all the torn up weeds trembled slightly and then slowly came up out of the soil.
"There," she said with a smile, looking up at Wire and Reach, "Now you can focus on clearing things up and loosening up all the dirt." She stood, absently wiping her hands on her pants. "So, yes, my ability is plant based." Chuckling, she looked around and noticed a hoe laying on the ground.
"I think a garden is a wonderful idea," she told them, picking the hoe up and using it to break up the dirt, "I tried to get one going myself but there weren't many people interested. Since we have plenty of food, they seemed to think it was unnecessary, but we could still plant flowers and herbs, or medicinal plants even and maybe more people will become interested once they see us working on it."
Flora was rambling, she knew she was. She had a tendency to talk rather a lot, but she hoped it didn't bother the other two. They seemed like likable enough people. She continued using her tool to till the earth in the clearing, her arm muscles looking impressive for her appearance. She happily noted that Pele was doing her part, using her armadillo claws to dig in the soil.
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The fact that Brain had accidentally let slip a moment of discomfort with her constant scenario, only to have it ignored completely by Tox stung a little. She winced at his words, but was slow to stand up beside him. Instead, she glanced back at Thor, who was giving her a curious look, calm for once in his life. She raised an eyebrow at the badger, as if to say 'What?', but he just cocked his head to the side and padded over to her.
Understanding what he wanted immediately, Brain sighed and lifted him up onto her shoulder, cradling him with one hand like one might an infant. With her other hand, she adjusted her glasses on her face and looked back at Tox just in time to see him hold out a hand for her to take. She hesitated, a debate warring within her mind.
One part of her was screaming to take his hand, if only to feel that lightly-heated unique skin again. Another part reasoned that they had appearances to be kept up, and Crypt could be anywhere. But the third part argued that, after yesterday's emotional whirlwind, she should really try to keep some distance between them. Overall, though, the first two overpowered the third, and she ended up taking his hand, though her grip was light.
As they walked, she didn't say a single word, just stroked Thor with the hand that held him and focused on what Tox was saying. Of course, most of what he said, she already knew, but she didn't bother to interrupt him. She was enjoying the sound of his voice, however boring the topic, far too much to do that.
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Wire glanced at Reach for a moment as Flora rambled a bit. She couldn't believe their luck. They didn't even need go to around looking for a nature Ability. One came to them. Though she did still feel a bit stupid for not having realized the weed thing before, Wire was grinning again as she looked back at Flora. There was an armadillo beside the girl who was happy to help out in the digging, showing off that she could do it, too.
Squatting back down, Wire began digging up the roots once more. "Thank you for your advice," she told the new girl with a smile. "Your familiar is rather cute, too. Unfortunately, mine will not be helping much," she laughed as Little Mbali flew around them for a moment before landing on the top of the South African's head.
"Also, we do not know if anyone will be interested in the garden. Reach just had the idea yesterday, and after we found the clearing, we decided that we might as well do it. If people are interested, then great, but if not, then I do not think it will be so terrible. After all, it gives us something to do."
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This situation was one of the most confusing Tox had ever been in, and it was starting to fray his nerves. He felt twitchy and restless during the entire walk, especially after he ran out of things to say to Brain and the pair lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. He was so focused on his tumultuous emotions that he kept shaking off the feeling of being watched as just a symptom of his condition. The whole thing was becoming more overwhelming my the minute.
"I think I see it," he said finally, feeling very relieved to have finally reached their destination, "I still don't understand how this one got dropped way the hell out here." He was glad to have something new to focus on besides the powerful urge to grab Brain's hand again.
The shipping container looked pretty standard, though it looked like it had gotten a little banged up, some holes had been scratched into the walls, and Tox frowned deeply. He grabbed the latch and heaved up with his muscly arms. It resisted him at first, but with a groan it finally came up and he as able to swing the doors open. With a heavy sigh, he looked in on utter destruction. Boxes were strewn everywhere, supplies scattered all over the floor. It was a disaster.
"Well, I guess that explains a few things," he said, grumbling under his breath, "Maybe they were flying them in and it fell out of a cargo hold or something. This place is trash...its a wonder it landed right side up." Even with the explanation, he still couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Tox glanced over at Brain, opened his mouth to say they might as well see if theres anything salvageable. Before he could say anything, however, he saw a flash of blonde hair at the entrance of the shipping container. He barreled past Brain without a word, but before he could make it to the door it was slammed shut and latched and he collided with the metal hard enough to knock him back several feet to the floor. He got up back onto his feet, favoring his left shoulder, and began banging on the door.
"Enjoy your alone time, lovebirds," trilled the unmistakable voice of Crypt, followed by a menacing laugh.
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There was starting to be some anxiety building up within Reach as she squatted down next to Wire and tried to focus on picking up all of the now unearthed weeds and putting them in a pile. She was beginning to doubt this garden idea, even with Flora helping them, and she was beginning to feel awkward being around another person this closely. It didn't help that the other woman seemed so cheery and bubbly, traits which tended to make Reach uncomfortable.
"Yes, thank you," she said quickly, glancing up at Flora and then back down again, "I suppose we were less prepared than we thought."
Watching Flora out of the corner of her eye, Reach noted how adept she seemed with tilling the soil, how comfortable she was getting her hands dirty, and she felt even more self-conscious thinking about her own thoughts moments ago. She flushed slightly, and hoped that no one noticed, or it just looked like she was perhaps getting too much sun. She scolded herself for her reaction, for it was all totally ridiculous. She'd been excited about this project, so why was she suddenly wishing to be elsewhere? No, she would conquer this.
"Perhaps we could put a sign up," she suggested, forcing the words out, "Like where they put the chore schedules."
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Digging in the dirt, feeling her muscles at work, Flora felt flooded with energy as the sun beat down on them. It was such an invigorating feeling, she turned her face up to the sky and let the sun warm her face.
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The rest of the way to the shipping container, Brain listened to Tox, but not actively. Even as they entered, she felt half-asleep, hearing his words and remembering them, but not truly considering them or bothering to reply. After all, he was just talking about the logistical stuff of the compound, something which had never interested her. When Kicker was in charge, he had never scheduled her for any compound chores, and that was something that Tox seemed to have continued since Kicker's disappearance for reasons unbeknownst to her.
She wrapped her arms around her idly as she looked around the container. It was certainly banged up. She opened her mouth and was about to say something, urging them to hurry up and finish the stuff there so they could leave. But, before she could say anything, Tox leaped towards the doorway, which promptly shut, followed by Crypt's voice cackling and mocking.
Just like that, Brain came alive again. She remembered being huddled in the closet of her room when she was a child, cowering as her father shouted at her. He had locked her in the closet after that and refused to open it for three days. She was around eight at the time, and she had almost suffocated in there.
Much as you'll likely do here.
Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. "Oh, hell!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with panic as she dashed to the biggest hole she could find. "No, no, no, no..." she was muttering wildly as she moved a crate over to stand on. Upon getting closer to the hole, though, she found that it was too small for her to fit through. She spun around, jumped off, and looked at Tox in fear. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper next. "We're trapped, aren't we?"
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Posted: 8/20/2018 at 7:24 PM
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That was it, Tox decided, he was going to kill her! He pounded on door as hard as he could with his right hand, still favoring his left shoulder. He hollered after her Crypt, calling her all kinds of names until Fang finally took matters into his own hands and squeezed him hard around his arm. He glared down angrily at the serpent, who was now trying to point his head in Brain's direction. That was when Tox's whole mind seemed to go blank.
They were trapped...in a shipping container...together! Tox blinked several times, watching Brain jump up onto a crate and then back down again, unable to think clearly. He wasn't worried about the confined space, it didn't bother him, and he wasn't even that worried about being trapped here indefinitely. All he could think about was the fact that he was here alone with Brain and he had nowhere to go to put distance between them. It was the look of fear that she gave him that shook him out of his thoughts.
"Hey," he said gently, almost tenderly even, walking toward her with his good arm held out, "Its okay, its all going to be okay. We can't get out but there are people that know where we went. We won't be here forever." He let his arm drop back down to his side, realizing that he didn't dare touch her right now. His adrenaline was beginning to fade, his shoulder was becoming incredibly painful, and his mind was in a whirlwind.
With a hefty wince, Tox looked around the shipping container. He noted several intact crates that looked like they might hold food, so that was good. They had their water canteens since no one was allowed to wander the compound without one. Yes, things would be fine. Their absence would be noted, and someone would come looking for them. And when he got out he was going to throttle that little, blonde...
"At least we have air flow," he said conversationally, though he gritted his teeth briefly in pain as he spoke, "I wonder what happened to this thing..." He was genuinely curious as he took a closer look at the ragged holes in the shipping container's walls, but he also hoped that maybe he could take Brain's mind off their predicament.
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Although her mind was trying to reason with her and tell her that she was not eight years old, and she was not locked in a closet again, and she would not be there for three days, Brain couldn't calm herself down. She couldn't shake that ever-present memory of the feeling when she was running out of air, when she was screaming and crying for her mother, her father, Uncle Lance, anyone that would save her.
She began to shake even as Tox started to speak to her and walk towards her with an arm held out. There was something odd about how he seemed to favor his left side, and a distant part of her brain told her that he was probably hurt.
Her mouth opened, and she wanted to talk to him, to ask if he was okay, because she hated the way that he winced when he looked around the container. She had a slight background in medicine; she could probably help him if he'd let her. After all, it wasn't like she had forgotten all of the training she had received before the incident with her father.
But her throat wouldn't let any words through. She had to force air in and out of her lungs as she heard the faded echo of her own child voice, sobbing for help, for food, for air, for life. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and she turned and ran towards the door. She needed to get out of here. She couldn't do it again. Much like Tox had done before, she banged her fists against the door, a single sob escaping her throat as she struggled.
After a minute, she gave up and stumbled back a few steps. She glared at the door as she tried to subdue her trembling. She was stuck in here with Tox, and there was no way out.
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