S-OCT R2P3 HushedIt wasn't long before Jaime found herself alone with the woman from before. Niver had whisked away HS and Pony, most likely because they had had weapon's training. "Bet that she's wondering what she's gonna do with someone like me." She pushed the thought from her mind. Too many scenarios involved her being left to die alone in the wilderness, and that was simply not something that would calm her down."Hey, Jaime, you might want to eat that before someone takes it," Sarah urged.Jaime looked down and the small meal everyone had been given that night. It looked like some sort of meat stew. "I'm not going to get infected if I eat it am I?" She remembered some of the things she'd heard the others saying about blood wood infections and the diseases that even the more normal looking animals could carry. She cast a nervous glance at Sarah's leg. What would happen if the infection started from her stomach?The blonde was starting to look downright panicked over some turn th
S-OCT R2P2 FractureWhen she came to she was in an entirely new place again. It was small, and dark. She moved her hands out around her. Stone. Maybe a cave? Her vision still swam when she tried to focus on the details. Her mouth was drier than ever. How long had she been out? She groggily pushed herself into a sitting position."Finally up, eh?"Jaime turned toward the sound. It was a woman. Something was sticking out of her leg. Her clothes looked ragged, and her hair looked like it was going grey, but she looked more human than most of the people she'd just seen."Who?" Jaime started."Who am I? Only one of the people that hauled you and your group out of danger," The woman waved a hand as though the act was as meaningless as holding a door, but her tone left Jaime feeling like she'd be needing to repay that debt sooner than later. She nodded and went back to checking her surroundings. HS and Esperansa seemed to be waking up as well."Where are we?"The other girl shrugged. "Some sort of ruin. We won't
S-OCT R2P1 BitterIt wasn't his fault. Jaime knew that it wasn't his fault, but she was pretty sure that she'd never walked beside anyone louder than Matias. Not only did he seem to keep talking, but he was walking so loudly that she was pretty sure that every living thing within a quarter of a mile could hear them coming. She glanced over her shoulder. It was probably better not to think like that. No telling what lived in the woods. The trees around them seemed to be changing. Instead of looking quite so garish they were a bit more...normal. The trunks were brown-grey instead of that sickly grey colour that the trees near where she had first woken up had been.HS was walking in the front again, and for a moment she felt like today was exactly like the first day that their motley group had set out into this god forsaken forest. She shuddered at the memory of the ground ripping open as a tree tried to grab Kristina. If it hadn't been for Pony's sword... She pushed the thought from her mind. It felt like
S-OCT R1P1-ColdshockThe minutes passed slowly. Jaime could feel tingling in her limbs as she regained the ability to move them. A girl with brown hair crouched in the opposite corner of the cage. Her eyes rolled the way that horse's sometimes did when they were frightened. Jaime opened her mouth. Dried blood flaked at her lips. That made her stop for a moment. She reached up and tentatively touched her face. As far as she could tell her nose was still bleeding, just not as much. Some of it was damp. Some of it was dry. All of it was hers. She vacantly looked down at the red that streaked her shirt. She'd have black eyes from that hit. She was sure of that. Numbly, she wiped some of the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. She could hear more people being lead into the cages around her. Some of the people were being lead with ropes like livestock. She shuddered. "Too bad that hit didn't wake me up," she thought. Honestly, she didn't know what to make of the situation she found herself in.
Who's up next in Georgia?I came late to the story of Troy Davis. Unlike others that have known the story for years or having been fighting the case through four execution dates as well as the Supreme Court. I learned about his story the day before his scheduled execution. I do not care whether he was innocent or guilty. I am not getting into that fight. Those aren't solid facts I can get a grasp on. What I can get into is the legality of what was done as well as the way that many actions were taken. My facts might not all be right. That is why this is an editorial and not a news article. That being said, let's move on.I found out about Troy from my friend. We're not really into executing people when there is reasonable doubt. This seems not to be the case in all places. Personally, I hope he was innocent, but like I said, I have no way of knowing and that is simply a fact that does not matter any longer. Many people said that he had had long enough to prove his innocence. Personally I don't like the sound of
S-OCT Audition-Hypothermia-pt2Jaime struggled to keep her grasp on her knife as well as her consciousness. Trees whipped by, and then she felt like she was caught in a sub-woofer. The sound shook her to her core. Her eyes strained to pick up any details in the darkness. She felt herself nod out again. The ground under them was split and barren. Everything they passed looked sickly. Her head lolled back. Unfamiliar constellations made up the night sky. Where was she? Jaime tried to move and failed. One of the creatures peered down at her curiously. It murmured something unintelligibly. She could only grunt at it.The mummy looked away.Somewhere ahead of them she could hear clanging sounds, a loud laugh, and was that a pig squealing? She tried again to lift her head and failed. "It seems I've been mostly dead all day," she thought trying to comfort herself. It didn't work. She could hear her pulse throbbing through her ears, and the whispering around her didn't help. She didn't even not
S-OCT Audition- HypothermiaWater rolled off the end of the oar and fell into the river below with soft plips. The yellow kayak glided smoothly across the surface in near silence. Wind weaved easily through the well-leafed trees carrying the snap-chitter sounds of the nearby forest with it."Cassy, come on. You can look at the trees when we stop for lunch." Jaime easily placed the voice as Mary-Ellen's. She turned to look back at her friends.Cassy was lagging behind again. Sunlight reflected off of her red hair making her easier to spot in her grey kayak. Mary-Ellen whipped forward with a shake of her head. The blonde had been getting crankier all day. Jaime made a mental note to say something to her about it during lunch. She had a feeling that it was hunger that was pushing Mary-Ellen to snapping. Becca slipped by dreamily. She seemed oblivious to Mary-Ellen's temper."I'll go on ahead and see if I can find a good spot to set-up for lunch," Jaime yelled down the river. She easily overcame Becca's leisurely pac
Are Only Italians PastafariansWhat is this noodle-armed beast?Its limber saucy reach has,oozed across the world like a broken jarof slow-flowing tomato sauce.Little weight can be given,to a parsley-capped lord that,dances through the unstained napkin of skylike a turkey on the wing.It strains its followers fora certain amount of whole grain that I am not.I am a rolling meatball notmeant to be touched by his noodly appendages.Prayers that float in the convective currentof boiling water cry R'amen.