don't panic || cassie Jul 14, 2015 20:37:27 GMT -5
Post by Hiero Ibsen on Jul 14, 2015 20:37:27 GMT -5
Time starts becoming rather immaterial the longer one finds themselves wandering in aimless circles, and even the smallest things start to become overwhelmingly interesting. Such was the case with Hiero as he passed the same tree stump for what was very likely the one-hundred-twentieth time. It was a very individual sort of tree stump, with very distinctive peeling bark, very distinctive ants and other insects crawling all over it, and --
"Ugh, nope. Screw this."
Throwing his hands skyward and twirling on his heel, Hiero tipped backward and fell into the decaying leaves littering the forest floor. A frustrated huff exploded from his chest, followed closely by an equally frustrated whine. He'd been at this since dawn, walking in god-forsaken circles, not knowing a damn thing about anything in or about this place. The thought of seeking out other people in here and asking for help or companionship was an idea he'd quickly dropped around Day 2 of his new residency in the dome, when he'd observed a man shift into a tiger and viciously rip the throat out of a deer. He could only hope it was just a plain deer - the thought of it having another, more human-esque form was an idea he refused to entertain. Not that that changed much. The point of the matter was that Hiero was firmly convinced he was surrounded by savage things in an unforgiving environment, and he was absolutely not equipped to handle it.
Tangling his fingers through the dark curls of his hair, Hiero stared up through the tree branches toward the expanse of grey-blue beyond. Thick blankets of dark grey had blotted out the sunlight for most of the day, but it looked as if they might just be clearing out now, at least for a little while. Little pockets of sunlight were even beginning to break through the cloud cover - a promising sign to be sure.
It had been approximately one week since he'd woken up in this place, completely unawares, and more than a little upset. He supposed he could say afraid as well, but it was a feeling he neither wanted to acknowledge nor admit he was experiencing in the first place. So he was upset, stressed, and absolutely aimless in what he felt he should be doing with himself.
"Scout camp didn't prepare me for this at all..." Muttering under his breath, Hiero's eyes drifted closed, hands relocating to rest atop his chest. It was a highly vulnerable position, and he knew it, but he just couldn't quite find the motivation to care.
At least until he heard the distinct sound of rustling underbrush nearby.
Eyes snapping open and scrambling into a crouched position all within a few seconds' time, Hiero stared unblinkingly in the direction of the sound. It felt like there were sparks of static in his underused muscles, but the feeling went ignored as adrenaline washed over him. Creeping toward that friendly tree stump for a bit of cover and snatching at what he supposed was a sturdy enough stick to use as a weapon of mediocre merit, Hiero craned his head forward, brows furrowed.
"Well, if you're gonna start shit with me, best make it quick. I have a pity party for one to get back to."
--// yeeHAW I ACTUALLY MADE A POST!! anyway, let's throw these nerds at each other and get this show on the road~ B)))