Counting Bottles. [open]

[remmy]

Remmy didn't know how he was still alive. Thrown in a place that was so unorganized, with so many different people, all of whom were extremely scary and dangerous and that would probably kill him if he even so much as walked in front of them. . . But he had to calm himself. Walking through the clean, relatively white halls of the bottom floor of the old hospital helped him. This was probably the cleanest place in the entire enclosure, and he figured he could spend at least a day here, preparing himself to go outside. He took a deep breath, looking around at the closest rooms and nearest nurses' stations as he kept walking, pressing the tips of his fingers together nervously.

He let out another deep breath and looked into the open door of one of the hospital rooms, seeing it was mostly empty. Walking in, he thought of things that would soothe his troubled mind, if only for the time being. Well, there was some organization in this place. Remmy figured that there were three Rings, which all of the shifters in here were separated into. That was organized. And the ranking system. He was a scout, and there were hunters, tenderfoots. . . The more he started thinking about how the Menagerie was organized, the more relaxed he began to feel about where he currently was, even if it was just by a bit. He wrapped his fingers loosely around the slightly ajar door of a closet, and pulled it open cautiously.

Inside there were many things. Bottles, most of them empty, and empty packages for what might have been bandages. A small sigh escaped him and he sat down, pulling them all out and in front of him. His wispy blonde hair fell slightly in front of his eyes as he looked down at all the bottles, setting them all upright and in a straight line. He pushed his glasses up his nose with two fingers and began counting. One, two, three. . . Counting made him feel better. Counting put some sense of control in him where he knew deep down he really had none. And right now, he needed as much control over himself as possible. Four, five, si- The sixth bottle slipped out from under his nimble fingers when a loud noise erupted from the floor above his, and began running (rolling) away, right out of the door (to Remmy's horror).

With a rather loud yelp, the boy sprinted toward the door, leaping out of the doorway a fluffy raccoon. The animal skittered down the hallway after the rolling bottle, catching up to it gradually. Remmy's nose twitched as he chased it, as he thought he smelled something else than just old hospital and disinfectants. Maybe it was another person..? He couldn't be sure. He wrapped his narrow paws around the object when it hit the end of the hallway and stopped.

[icarus]

Icarus Clarion
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She really needed to stop wandering off alone, it was also to cold for her to be outside and away from the dark underground area of her ring. Lucky for her the testers had injected things in her allowing her body to feel the cold in a delayed reaction, well it wasn't on purpose really but they found that what they did as a fluke and maybe that could help her with her survival. How could that help though, you could not feel your body's warnings of shutting down or its natural responses to dying until it was too late. A violent shake worked its way up her cloth wrapped toes up to her neck, causing a sharp gasp to escape her lips and echo into the place she was entering.

If anyone was to search out the sound the would be disappointed if they were looking for a human being, instead they would find a small feline the size of a kitten with snow white fur. Dulled red eyes looked around at the suddenly bigger area trying to figure out where she had wandered to this time. Stripped white beds were lined neatly in rows and my curtains still hanging as if draw around the bed it would create a small room. Small, the thought entered her head and for a few seconds the two walls in the hallway began to close in on her. A sharp hiss escaped through her teeth as she curled into a small ball wishing that this fear would die a horrid death, and laying there for a few second.

A rather loud klinking like sound helped her shake the claustrophobia only to spark another fear, quickly her claws scratched against the slick tile as she tried to run in the direction she thought was away from the sound. Her legs, although small kept her moving at a rather fast speed for her size and the surface of the floor. Although that did not last very long when she saw the animal that she seemed to be closing in on, a raccoon, a bit larger than her size. Quickly she tried to stop her movement only to find that again her claws were useless on such a slick surface and only ended up skating(sliding) along the tiles with her momentum. Icarus mewed in embarrassment and pain as her small body connected with the object that he was protecting and skittering back quickly in a cowering stature, hopping that maybe she would not get attacked or eaten. "I..I am sorr..ry" she mumbled in an barley audible voice that shook with fear. Oh what have you done now Icie.

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Sucky post sorry... >>[/i]

[remmy]

Oh, bottle. Why did you try to run away? Remmy's claws wrapped around the bottle and the small animal held it against himself, propping up on two legs and sitting back. The Fallen Scout held the bottle at arms' (paws') length, observing the object that had run away from him. It had interrupted his counting. He was suddenly in bitter realization of the metaphor that this object was for his future in the Menagerie. He was just trying to get a little control, just something that would make him feel better, even on the smallest scale possible, and it wouldn't even let him to that. The raccoon sat there for a few seconds, frowning at the inanimate object that seemed to represent his life.

But not even that could go according to plan. Before he could do anything about it, Remmy's touching reunity with the escaped bottle was interrupted by a very small cat knocking the bottle clean out of the raccoon's paws. Remmy jumped back, startled beyond belief (he hadn't seen her coming), and skittered in the opposite direction that the kitten had. With nothing to hide behind, the raccoon curled up into a protective ball and peeked out at the feline behind his narrow paws. He listened, terrified, to the cat's apology. It took him a few moments to decide with himself that this shifter didn't look all that harmful. "It's. . . f-fine." He glanced in the direction the bottle had gone with a defeated expression in his dark eyes.

Stepping over toward it, Remmy unfolded and shifted into the taller version of himself, walking nervously toward the yet again lost bottle. He tugged anxiously on the strings of his red hoodie, looking back at the white kitten once behind thick lenses. Retrieving the bottle for the second time, he pushed some stray blonde strands of hair out of his face and looked back at the other. "H-hey there. I guess. . ." he mumbled uncertainly. People was something that he was not good with.

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ooc: Sorry for the long wait. I didn't realize someone had replied. And I didn't have a lot of muse. Dx