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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Jun 27, 2012 21:33:36 GMT -5
Sandra didn't know what she was doing down here, but she was just a little bit lost. It was amazing, honestly, that she'd been here for so long and yet she still managed to lose her way all over the place. It was twelfth grade now! One would think that she didn't manage to do stupid things like this anymore, but it was apparently inevitable for someone like Sandra. She was pretty inept at... okay, many things, admittedly, but at least she tried! She had left her last class... and started wandering, and now she didn't know where everyone else was, actually, but she hadn't seen someone in quite a while, and she was in the dungeons. She hadn't even taken that many stairs down, to be honest, just one or two flights as she looked for the right way out -- she knew that there was a shortcut here somewhere, but she just couldn't find ita t the omment. Now, though, it seemed like she had to take far more stairs up than she had to come down, or maybe she had simply lost track... Either way, Sandra was very lost, and it worried her. No, being lost didn't bother her (although maybe it should, because the castle was huge and she didn't have cell phone reception down here underground). What did bother her, though, was being lost in the dungeons, because it was typically the Fires and Thunders who crept around down here. She didn't start fights, really she didn't, but she was sort of scared of what would happen if there happened to be a gang of them there when she was alone. Fires weren't known for their rationality, and while she could probably handle the younger ones, the older ones were frightening and relentless.
For some reason, she hadn't seen anyone yet, though, but this only made her nervous -- at least the temperature hadn't spiked or anything. That would have been a sure sign that the Fires or their dormitories were around somewhere, if the rumours she'd heard were correct. It would make sense -- the Water dorms were always fairly moist and they could see the water through the ceiling, that kind of thing. She had never asked a Fire what their dorms were like, of course. They probably wouldn't have answered anyway, whoever they were. Whatever the point was, it hadn't gotten hot and she hadn't seen any Fires (or Thunders) yet, so Sandra was pretty sure that she was relatively safe, until she turned a corner and -- "Eeeeep!" she squeaked upon seeing a boy standing there. She almost darted around the corner again, but stopped before doing so and managed to catch a glimpse of his face -- and she was glad to discover that she recognized him, and it was indeed not a Fire or Thunder. "Knox! What are you doing here?" She scurried over to him quickly. He was an Earth and a Freshman in college, and while she didn't know him too well, she knew that he was very nice and, being slightly more experienced with his element, would probably be of help in case they did run into a bad-tempered Fire or Thunder.
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Post by KNOX CAESAR KETILL on Jul 8, 2012 6:09:06 GMT -5
He’d wandered into the dungeons on accident and gotten lost. He couldn’t feel the earth, and it made him nervous. He walked with a hand on the stones that lined the walls. What did he know about being lost? Take only right turns unless you can’t turn right. If you’re under something, go up when you can. Avoid going into dark corners. Avoid sinister people. Better yet, avoid all people because they were most likely going to be thunders or fires, and they were most likely going to kick his butt to Pluto and back again. He took a deep breath. The best thing to do in a maze was to not get nervous and lose his head. If he lost his head, he definitely never get out of here, and he needed to get upstairs again, preferably without getting beat up or carried out in a body bag, whether due to injuries or because he’d died of starvation in a little corner. None of those options appealed to him at all. He just wanted to get upstairs, out fo the castle, and spend the weekend at home hiding under his blanket so he could calm down and hopefully not have a nervous breakdown and have even more of a bully problem. Being electrocuted was high on his list of things not to do.
He was approaching a corner and was just about to poke his head around it before he turned right when he nearly ran into someone. He took a step back quickly. His stomach jumped into his skull and his heart dropped into his feet. Adrenaline rushed into his arteries, spreading through his system. Any leftover digestion from breakfast slowed down as he froze, the fear spreading over his face like someone had splashed it over him. The epinephrine shot his heartbeat skywards in speed and made his breath come with more difficulty as his lungs received quick, shallow breaths in the search for oxygen with which to flood his capillaries. He couldn’t fight. He didn’t know where he’d get the earth or the plants or what was he supposed to do? He wasn’t any good at fighting. He felt like he was about to throw up. No, he shouldn’t be so nervous. Being nervous would show, and they’d just draw it out longer to see him squirm.
Hazel eyes dropped to the person in front of him the minute his mind thought of the fact that he’d heard some sort of scream when they’d met. Black hair. Familiar face. He sucked in a breath, and released it in a sigh of relief that let his chest drop slightly. His hand found itself downward from where it had curled around his neck, a cry of surprise stuck in his throat, to his heart, where it rested. He could feel the still-nervous beat against his palm, through his button-down shirt. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking two or three deep breaths. His heart took its time slowing down, but finally it returned to a beat he could at least talk through, even if talking was a difficult enough otherwise. He graced a small smile for the familiar face. She wasn’t a fire. She wasn’t a thunder. She wasn’t an enemy. He was safe. Hopefully they’d remain safe for the time being. If they ran into someone els,e he wouldn’t know what he was doing, and he didn’t know if she was a fighter either. If she wasn’t, they really needed to find someone who could help them or figure out some sort of escape strategy.
They were so dead.
“I… I’m… a little-little lost,” he admitted after a moment, blushing. He didn’t like being lost. He wished he had a map of the downstairs, though he felt that would probably work against the idea of hiding the dorms for the fire students. He didn’t want to know where they were either. That was the better idea. He would avoid them if he did know, though, so maybe he should wish for that instead. He took another deep breath. He could barely remember how he’d even gotten lost. He’d been listening to music and thinking, taking a relaxing walk, and now… now he was god only knew where downstairs somewhere. He really needed to stop zoning out while he was thinking. He needed to think in safer places maybe. Places where he wouldn’t wander into areas where there would be students who would take pleasure in kicking his butt. Knox didn’t mind astronomy lessons, but he had no desire to visit Pluto or any of the other planets. He liked it here on earth. The adam’s apple bobbed noticeably in his neck as he thought about the mere idea of being in space. Unpleasant. “Wh-what about… what about you?”
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Jul 9, 2012 22:01:51 GMT -5
It occurred to her only afterwards, once she was already next to Knox, that Earths were not generally, after all, particularly adept fighters. Oh, she knew that well enough... They were known for being peaceful, pacifistic -- she knew that they could handle themselves, certainly, but overall their element had to do so much with life. They weren't fighters or destroyers... They were probably the least destructive of the elements. Well, if nothing else, at least he had more experience, more control. Even if he couldn't be helpful in the fighting sense, it was reassuring having a college student by her side. Even though the age difference between them was only a year or so, it made a difference for elementals, she was pretty sure. He was a graduate, after all. The difference between them had to be huge even if he was still taking his first few elemental college courses. Sandra was relieved to have any friendly face there, though. It was definitely a step up from wandering around by herself hoping not to attract too much attention from potential enemies or anything like that. "Me too," she said, putting on a brave face because he seemed sort of embarrassed about it.
She tried to think about what she knew of Knox. She didn't know if he was the type of person to get lost easily or often (though apparently he had, just this once), but she did know that he was sort of timid or shy, in a way. He didn't talk much, at least, but whenever they did wind up in a conversation (of sorts) he was always pleasant and lovely. The fact that he didn't say much never bothered Sandra. She talked just enough for at least two people, maybe more if she was feeling particularly chatty. "I was just wandering around, I was kind of bored and I didn't have anything else to do... I had some time before the bus came but now I think I've probably missed it at this point." She heaved a sigh of long suffering, but she didn't really mean it. She quickly grinned afterward just to reassure him of this. Sandra's life wasn't that bad, except for this business of getting lost in the territory of potentially violent people. With Fires, then again, it wasn't even "potentially" violent. They never were happy to see her, and they were passive at best. It was alawys better to travel with good company, company like Knox. "Go us, getting lost in a school we've been attending for years," she said, giggling a bit, but it came out kind of nervous. [color=99CCFF"Any ideas on how we should get out of here?"
[/color] This was serious this time. She really didn't much like being down here. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by KNOX CAESAR KETILL on Jul 18, 2012 4:22:39 GMT -5
Conversation was filled with action and reaction. There was the incitations, the beginning, and one had to react to that. The initiator reacted to that, and so on and so forth. Everything started somewhere, and thereafter provided a chain of events that took the form of physical action and verbal as well as nonverbal communication. People communicated with their bodies as much as with their words. Words had a meaning, but that was not set, and could change depending on the delivery, the tone, the posture of the person and his or her facial expressions. Language was always understood in a context. The changing context changed the meaning of the language, so sometimes one word could lose its original meaning, completely replaced by something that context had fed to it.
People were much the same. They reacted to the things around them. Light let them see. The sense of touch let them perceive heat, pleasure, and all the other things that were out there. Sound waves could be interpreted because they passed through the ears. The olfactory sense in the nose allowed people to understand scents; taste buds provided the thing for which they were named. Humans could only react to their surroundings, and that reaction, in turn, required another reaction from the environment or the people around them. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, according o a scientist whose name he couldn’t remember when put on the spot. He felt he was accomplished for remembering as much as he had, especially considering he hadn’t taken a physics class in a couple of years, and then hadn’t been interested enough to make sure he’d remember it. Physics, biology, chemistry… the sciences were beyond him, though more appealing by far than mathematics. He much preferred language to both.
He also preferred not getting lost to actually doing, proving as life usually did that one could not always have the things one wanted. He doubted Sandra was any more excited about being lost, though she seemed pleased to find out that there was someone familiar down here, someone who was older than her, and someone who most definitely was not hostile. He didn’t think he’d ever been openly hostile. Was there any aggression in his system? Probably, considering he had testosterone and there was something about the hormone that caused aggression, but he didn’t think he’d ever had an excess of it. Anger… anger escaped him. Things just didn’t really make him angry, most of the time. Was that abnormal?
Where it was or not was irrelevant to their escape, to be honest, so he needed to focus.
He didn’t find the humor in her statement, personally, but that was probably because he wasn’t very good at laughing at himself. He was just embarrassed at what had happened, and that was it. He didn’t know how to get out of ehre, and he really wished he did. So he shook his head at her question, words trying to order themselves properly in his head. Any suggestions? Maybe he should share the plan he’d been following previously, though it hadn’t gotten him anywhere yet. Maybe it would eventually. They could also cause some sort of scene, but that was mostly guaranteed to get them in trouble. A deep breath inflated his chest for a moment as he looked around. “Take… t-take rights until y-you get out-out?” he mumbled, not meeting her eyes. That was easier by the fact that he was taller than her by several inches and could jsut stare at her forehead rather than at her eyes. It was a bit of a relief, because looking into another's eyes could be very uncomfortable. What could they see when they looked in his? What could they see he didn't want them to?
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Jul 19, 2012 17:23:36 GMT -5
Sandra wouldn't call herself very timid or shy or anything similar in the slightest. She was pretty outspoken, actually, not the type to keep quiet at all when she had something to say. She and Knox were pretty different in that respect, she figured. Sandra didn't really understand shy or quiet people, though. It didn't really make sense to her at all, actually. Then again, the idea of shyness in general was something that she didn't get, just couldn't wrap her mind around, and it was weird, because some of her close friends were actually quite shy themselves. Sandra supposed that she didn't have to understand them fully in order to love and appreciate them, though. She got the things that she thought were important. Shyness and the speed at which words flew out of someone's mouth were not counted, though she did sometimes speak pretty quickly when she got excited. Not everyone was like that, though. It was good to keep some semblance of balance around herself, and really anyway -- Sandra spoke more than enough for two people in a conversation.
His plan didn't sound exactly foolproof, or at least not very concrete, but it was better than what she'd been doing, aimlessly wandering. She knew that trick for getting out of mazes, putting her hand on a wall and picking a direction without removing her hand, but this was pretty difficult in practice. She wasn't the best at navigating... Actually, she probably wasn't even passable. There were places she knew -- the neighbourhood surrounding the apartment where she now lived with her brother, a fairly large part of Vancouver, where she'd grown up, even most of the hallways around the Academy now. The dungeons were a world apart from any of the above floors. She didn't much like it down here where it was cold and kind of scary. Sandra decided that, unless she could tihnk of a better plan -- and she really couldn't -- she was just going to take Knox's word for it and go along with him. "That sounds good. Like a maze, right?" She paused. "What if always taking rights leads us further downstairs?" Sandra didn't want to get any deeper underground. She had less of an attachment, she was sure, to the things that Knox loved above ground being an Earth elemental... but she couldn't say that being down here was enjoyable. The Water Common Room was downstairs too, but she had no idea where she was at the moment, and this was seriously worrying.
"Take rights," she mumbled to herself, going ahead and placing her hand on the cold stone wall. "Take rights... Take rights." She started wandering along, deciding to just go ahead and follow the direction he'd been going in to begin with. Then she paused and turned to check that he was coming too, beckoning for him to follow her. She didn't see a point in the both of them wandering around down here lost separately. "So how did you get stuck down here anyway, Knox?" she asked, just trying to make conversation. Sandra was pretty good at making conversation, possibly because she had a natural curiosity about everything and everyone around her. It was easy to make people talk when she just asked questions.
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Post by KNOX CAESAR KETILL on Jul 22, 2012 4:38:52 GMT -5
“Then… then you d-don’t go-go down-down-down the s-stairs?” he mumbled nervously, blinking at her. Why go down the stairs after all? Going down the stairs would not get them out of here. In fact, going down the stairs would probably get them even closer to the fire dormitories, which was definitely not a good idea. He couldn’t control the rocks around them , so he was at a complete disadvantage in a fight. He wasn’t sure if Sandra could pull water out of the air. If she couldn’t, they were screwed over if they ran into someone unfriendly. Maybe they could avoid a fight, to be honest. Sandra could be sweet, right? Maybe they’d meet a possibly nice fire. Maybe they could not mention their elements and just say they had gotten lost. The thunders lived in a tower, right? They could say they’d been taking a walk and that they’d gotten lost and just wanted to go back to their dorm. They could find their way away from the tower much more easily than finding their way out of the maze down here. She was right. They were in a maze, so they needed a technique to get out of the maze. So they wouldn’t go down the stairs, even if that was the next right.
And if there were stairs up, you took those even if it wasn’t a right. They had to go up, after all, so they could get tot eh surface, because they were underground. That all seemed perfectly natural to him, at least. Sure, getting lost in the first place wasn’t natural, but there was potential for a natural reaction otherwise. His natural reaction was to be nervous and afraid, with the adrenaline pumping through him as he tried to find his way out of the dungeons and God only knew what else was to be found down here. He remembered enough history to know that some pretty gruesome stuff had gone on down in the dungeons of castles hundreds of years ago. Torture and murder had been all too common back then. Hell, those things were still common nowadays—in some places. Arms being pulled apart until the joints dislocated. The spine being wrenched apart until the whole body shut down. He shuddered just at the thought, hoping that such a thing would never happen to him. He didn’t want something like that happening to him, and he didn’t know enough about the extents of the fires to be sure that, if caught by the wrong one, such a thing would be avoided. Ah, pessimism, what worries it could supply.
He decided that it would be best to follow her when she beckoned, unknowingly agreeing that they were better off together than apart. At least, if they were together, there would always be a witness to something going on. If they were apart, the fires down here could be as mean as they wanted and everything would be left to name-calling and “he said” to “she said” which never ended well. Only bruises and wounds would tell the story then, but even those weren’t reliable. After all, somethings could be self-inflicted. Besides, if they stuck together, they could find their way out together, rather than one finding the way and the other remaining completely lost.
If only they had some string or something they could use to know where they’d been before.
He reached into his pockets, looking for anything that could possibly be useful. He didn’t usually carry around pens or markers, and they wouldn’t have made a very noticeable mark on the stone walls anyway. A knife would have allowed scratching, but that would be defacing school property (now that he thought about it, the same thing could be applied to markers) and he really didn’t want to do something like that. He didn’t have any rocks or something anyway that he could leave on the corners. If he had something like that anyway, some troublemaker could come along and move them, and that wouldn’t be any help anyway. He sighed softly as he followed her, almost not hearing her question. When he did, he looked up from his feet, which he’d been gazing at as he walked, and his eyes met the back of her head as he followed. He bit his lip for a minute, embarrassed. “I.. I w-was just wa-wande-wandering…” He shrugged it off, swallowed, and tried to think of something more to say. Why not reciprocate the question? He could do that. After all, it only required one word. “You?” Conversation. Conversation was good. Maybe she would the sort who could just take charge and he wouldn’t have to stutter too much.
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Jul 24, 2012 21:33:13 GMT -5
This seemed like common sense enough, but still she took a few seconds to mull this over before nodding her agreement. That did make sense. She didn't think there was any point to just heading down more stairs, especially since it ws creepy enough as it was up here (wherever up here was) and she didn't want to find out what lurked even lower underground. There were Fires and Thunders who made the dungeons a sort of hang-out, something that did make sense from what Sandra knew of them -- but she didn't know why she hadn't run into any yet. Maybe she was just wasn't far enough underground, luckily for her, or maybe they'd all decided to take some kind of Fire/Thunder alliance spa day or something. Sandra didn't know. She didn't care to know really, she just wanted to get out of here -- though the idea of having a Water/Earth spa day was pretty amazing, she couldn't lie. She should pitch this to their leaders.
Whatever the reason was for their being alone now, just herself and Knox and no Fires or Thunders to pick on them, Sandra was glad of it. She wasn't complaining about it at all. Not many of the Thunders and Fires she'd met in her day were particularly friendly. "Okay! I guess you'd just keep going on the other side of the wall?" she asked, frowning a little. She didn't really know how the stairs down here went, though -- she hadn't even found much of a pattern or anything of the sort in the hallways, and that was probably a problem but she couldn't do anything about it. She doubted there were going to be people around any of these corners handing out handy dandy dungeon maps for poor, lost souls like the two of them. "Hey... hey," she said suddenly as this idea came to her, "You know what they should do? Hand out maps of this place." It was frightening down here. Being lost did not make it better in any way. "Like like the maps at amusement parks! Where the label the roller coasters and ferris wheels and stuff so you can find where you are," she said, smiling. The dungeons were nothing like any kind of amusement park anywhere, though. She shuddered at the thought.
She was glad that Knox followed her and wasn't just about to abandon her here -- there was a definite sense of relief that she wasn't going to have to go the rest of her way now alone. At least, she didn't think that they would really have to split up until they got back to where both of them knew their ways. It seemed kind of cruel for either one of them to just leave the other. "Wandering," she repeated in a soft voice, as if testing this out, but really she was pretty sure it was just a habit -- repeating the things other people said. Things made more sense in her head that way. "Me too," she added with a nod. She had already explained earlier, or at least she thought she had, but she continued anyway, "I don't even know why I even came downstairs in the first place but I guess I shouldn't even be allowed to wander anymore. Or not without a tracking device anyway," she joked, laughing at herself. It was much easier to deal with situations like these when she had someone to talk to. "But at least we're not alone," she said after a moment's silence. Being with friends, or at least people she trusted (though most everyone was a friend to Sandra, so long as they didn't do anything to show her otherwise), was better than being alone any day, especially in times like these.
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Post by KNOX CAESAR KETILL on Aug 13, 2012 3:35:17 GMT -5
Knox was incredibly shy. This was as obvious as the nose on his face, when he wasn’t hiding behind a book or a shelf or some other thing that would do well not to draw attention to him. He didn’t like talking in front of people. He wasn’t much fond of people, as a whole, though individuals could be okay. He was okay when he was talking with someone one-on-one because he didn’t get quite as nervous. Of course, that didn’t mean he particularly enjoyed talking to people. He still stuttered, and he hated his stutter. It annoyed him to no ends, but he had yet to figure out a way out of it, away from it, or how to be done with it. It was extraordinarily irritating. Even when he was with those he liked and trusted, he couldn’t completely be rid of it. Sure, he stuttered less in their company, but it wasn’t as easy as he wanted it to be. Nothing was ever as easy as he wanted it to be. If it were, life would be easier by a long shot, and he probably wouldn’t be lost in the dungeons of the castle where he went to school (it sounded immensely like Hogwarts when put like that) with no way out but luck, hope, and strategy. He was so screwed over it wasn’t even funny.
He wasn’t good in tense situations anyway. He wasn’t good at thinking on the spot. He scared easily, and he was rather frightened at the moment. He was scared of what would happen. He was scared of the potential. It was a stupid thing to be scared of unless you used the fear to your advantage and used it to prepare in case the potential became reality. He wasn’t able to do that. He was nervous, and everything was serving only to make that worse. It was too quiet down here. He didn’t like the silence. He’d feel better if at least he was hearing footsteps, but even their feet on the floor seemed oddly quiet. A hand went up to rub his elbow as he looked around. He’d be fine hearing an explosion if only there were some sort of sound to let him know there was life out there. He was frightened like a rabbit and he couldn’t shake that feeling. Part of him really wished she were with them, so she could hug him and tell him all would be well, but she wasn’t here and wishing was stupid and pointless. He needed to focus his mind on actually getting out of there—and helping Sandra get out of there. They were in an equally uncomfortable position. They were both at an extreme disadvantage, after all.
“We-we-we…”
[/color] He swallowed, trying to clear his throat in hopes that maybe, just maybe, doing so would help him out because it would mean he could actually force the words out. “We should… we should s-stick to-to-together.”[/color] He wasn’t the one to usually suggest that, because of his anxiety around people, but in this case it meant that they’d both get out. And, in a fight, they were more likely to get out with fewer scars and scrapes than if they got into fights with fires separately. At least he knew the school nurse by now. It’d be embarrassing explaining what had happened, if they ever got out of here alive. A devious fire could just stash the bodies far, far away and no one would ever find them. God, why weren’t there any maps? Maybe there were maps, they just weren’t aware of the maps. That was stupid. He was definitely going to swing by the school office to see if there was anything to be had map-wise. If so, he was taking a map and memorizing it. He really didn’t want to get lost down here ever again. His nerves wouldn’t be able to survive it a second time. He was lucky he hadn’t fainted or hyperventilated yet. She seemed much more put together than he currently felt, but maybe she was better about containing the fear. He didn’t see the sweat on her brow, sweat he was sure was obvious on his own physique. She didn’t look flushed or otherwise panicked. While he had yet to panic, the anxiety was building up inside him. Air was growing more difficult to reach. How could she be thinking of roller coasters at a time like this? It seemed completely and totally irrelevant. He bit his bottom lip, rolling the flesh between his upper and lower teeth, trying not to bite too hard and cut himself. Maybe she was just trying to distract herself. Surely that was it. He could probably use a distraction right now, too. Or maybe he was already distracted enough by the fear, considering the minute she repeated her answer, he realized he’d already asked when they’d first run into each other. The embarrassment coursed through him, visible in the blush that blossomed on his cheeks, reddening them akin to a rose or a tomato. He wasn’t fond of roses. They made him sneeze. At least roses didn’t grow in abundance down here. There was no natural light. God, he wanted to see the sun again, even if they somehow ended up coming out in a rose field or something ridiculous like that. Wandering was starting to look like a very unappealing option. He needed to wander only in a close course from now on, so he wouldn’t end up lost again. That was just… He shuddered, feeling as though a cold breeze had just wrapped around him, but the thought made him look up and around curiously. A breeze? If it had been a real one, surely that meant the stairs were nearby. “Did… did you just f-feel tha-that breeze?” he asked curiously, still looking around. Hope. There was hope to be found in context clues.[/justify][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by SANDRA HARU CHANG on Aug 14, 2012 23:57:28 GMT -5
Sticking together was definitely a good plan. She didn't know what use Knox would be in any sort of confrontation or anything of the sort, though. Actually... she didn't really know Knox very well at all, now that she thought about it. She had known him for a little while now, though she wouldn't have been able to remember how they'd actually met. She knew the basic things about him -- he was a year older than her, an Earth, and a very nice and very quiet guy. The quiet part was the part that had stuck with her the most, if only because it was such a clear contrast from Sandra herself. She was talkative, probably a little bit of a blabbermouth. Her friensd and brother and other people she knew would probably attest to that, probably say that yes, Sandra was indeed very talkative. It was difficult to shut her up sometimes, though obviously this wasn't to say that she just talked and talked and talked ceaselessly. There were situations that made her just shut up. She was surprised at her own ability to talk so much right now when she was in the dungeons and just very scared and nervous, but maybe it was because Knox was so quiet. Sandra's mind compulsively made her want to fill the extra silence with something. It had been alright when she'd been wandering on her own, but now that someone else was there, the quiet was just too much.
Either way, she figured that it'd be a good idea for the two of them to stick together as a group rather than head off wandering on their own... again, she reminded herself. No, there had been enough aimless wandering today. Knox's strategy seemed pretty foolproof even if it wasn't a particularly fast solution to their problems, and it wasn't like she could do any better walking around by herself. If they two put their two heads together they would able to do just fine, or at least she hoped. Even if it took a little while... well, that was just something the two of them would have to deal with now, since they'd been ridiculous enough to get themselves both stuck down here in the first place. "Yeah... yeah, sticking together would be really good." It was fairly obvious, though. "And like, you know, two heads are better than one! So I think it'll be okay. Or at least better. We'll get out of here eventually, there's no way this won't work," she said, still trailing her hand along the wall as she walked along. They could have obviously followed the wall and turned only right without having to resort to using their hands, but Sandra didn't really mind. She might get distracted and confused otherwise, and this was really not a good idea whatsoever when they were already lost. Sandra wished she wasn't so easily distracted sometimes, but then... she wouldn't be much like herself at all.
She was about to say something, but she was interrupted (not that it was really interrupting if she hadn't started yet) by his question, and then there was no going back. What did a breeze mean? She didn't know, but she did know that random hallways did not just feel breezy for absolutely no reason, so that meant that there had to be something different. "Yeah, I did!" she said, excitedly, turning to look at him with a bright smile. That breeze could only be a good thing, whatever it was from, unless it was a nasty Wind who would try to push them around or something... but she didn't think that this was likely. Why would they be in the dungeons sending breezes around for no reason? "Come on, I think it was around here somewhere --" She ran a little bit forward to where there was an intersection of hallways -- a four-way crossing, in fact. Well, they'd just come from one direction, and the way in front of them looked much the same, and to the right yielded no results that she could see... On their left, though, when she looked over there, there was a staircase -- going up. "Success! Come on, Knox!" She paused. "Well... it's not to the right, but I think it's better than that this time. And and and I think there's light somewhere up there!" Far too excited to be heading back to the surface (or at least closer to it than before) she started taking the stairs two at a time.
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Post by KNOX CAESAR KETILL on Aug 19, 2012 17:59:38 GMT -5
Two heads were better than one, but too many chefs in the kitchen spoiled the soup. He was quite sure that if there were twenty of them stumbling about aimlessly (no matter how unlikely and even possibly comical that would be), they would spend more time arguing about the methodology as how to escape than making any progress whatsoever. They were also more likely to be exceedingly noisy and would probably attract unwanted attention anyway, so he was honestly glad there weren’t twenty of them trying to leave the dungeon. There were only two. A boy, and a girl, neither of whom was a good fighter as far as he knew, but both of whom were less likely to capture the notice of someone else as they searched. Simplicity was a wonderful tool all on its own. There was no need to complicate the situation, even though this thought process made no help towards his fragile nerves. It was an almost embarrassing situation.
Embarrassment was his forte, though not one in which he took pleasure. He was easily embarrassed and just as irritated with that ease, but it was so difficult to avoid that he tried not to overreact on a too-constant basis. So he was embarrassed. That much was fine.
Fortunately, he wasn’t quite embarrassed when she pointed his plan wasn’t a bad one. He wasn’t proud either, just sort of relieved that she agreed with his logic. At least there would be no arguments. He wasn’t a confrontational person. He didn’t like facing others head-on or arguing with them or fighting with them, which, he sometimes thought, sort of wasted his powers on him. He had so little to use them for. Maybe he’d open a gardening business sometime when he wanted to retire from his nonexistent writing career. If anything, he’d probably do it the other way around, or work at the gardening business as he tried to make himself a writing career. The gardening situation was just unlikely as a whole. He wasn’t about to open his own business because he wasn’t social enough to run it and he disliked the math that came along with managing any business.
It was not business which they were dealing. They were dealing with foolishness turned excitement. He followed, feeling his heart race with the hope of that very emotion. At the sight of the stairs, he couldn’t stop a grin from forming on his expression. Safety, however, won out of it, and he took the stairs quickly but only one at a time, following her. Light. There was light. Surely they would be out of the dungeons by now. He hadn’t gone down too many flights of stairs, right? And it was light. It was light, and it was the right kind of light, not the dim sort they found downstairs.
He’d never been quite so relieved to see a light. As soon as he was no longer on the stairs, he looked around at the familiar surroundings and just breathed for a minute. They were safe again. Well, as safe as they could possibly be. Another breath, inhaling air that had never seemed so fresh. He closed his eyes. He’d never go wandering again. It was counterproductive and not at all good for his heart and his nerves anyway. He opened his eyes again, smiling at Sandra. “We survived.”
[/color] How even a simple statement could seem so wonderful to say confounded him, but it did feel wonderful. So, on a wonderful feeling, they parted ways. They’d see each other again—maybe. Maybe they wouldn’t, but that would be okay, too.[/justify][/font][/size][/blockquote] end thread [/blockquote]
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