Re: Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Is In)
Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2019 12:18 am
Morgan seemed hopeful that she was Rueben. Lori hesitated, not sure if it was a good idea to lie to that degree by claiming to be a specific person.
She could have taken the head off, but she rationalized to herself that with Michael stalking around with that gun, if he did try to shoot her maybe he wouldn't hit sometime vital if he couldn't exactly see precisely where all of the various parts of her body were inside the suit. And maybe, just maybe, it would provide some padding. The idea had a small amount of truth to it, mainly that the owl head extended a bit higher than her actual head, so if someone shot the owl in the eyes it might just miss her real head, but other than that it was nonsense.
It felt to be safe inside of something, even if the something didn't really provide that much safety. She imagined that she was an astronaut and the suit was her space suit. Looking out at the slightly dim eyes she was protected from the perils of space, of the island, the way that monsters could not enter the impenetrable barrier of your top bed cover.
He had tried to tell her that they weren't a threat and then his stomach rumbled, eating itself.
Maybe all he wants is...
The gangly one seemed a little bit sharper, immediately deducing that she couldn't be Reuben and making a chill go down her spine when he carried a monstrous stuffed thing towards her.
He smiled grotesquely at her, leering kind of. The owl leaned back and moved its head as far as it could stretch away from him without moving its feet. He didn't get it. He couldn't. He was a freak and a weirdo and she couldn't imagine anyone like that understanding her motives for things, which were very practical in this case.
Lori unzipped the costume from the side and her human arm came sticking out of the side of the creature. She bent down and unzipped her bag and rummaged around until she had rearranged things to her liking. She took a ration bar out of the bag and threw it square at Morgan, cleanly like a football.
While both boys were distracted by the nutritious projectile, she quickly opened two bottles of water, tipped something in, and closed them again.
And all the other one wants is...?
She could have taken the head off, but she rationalized to herself that with Michael stalking around with that gun, if he did try to shoot her maybe he wouldn't hit sometime vital if he couldn't exactly see precisely where all of the various parts of her body were inside the suit. And maybe, just maybe, it would provide some padding. The idea had a small amount of truth to it, mainly that the owl head extended a bit higher than her actual head, so if someone shot the owl in the eyes it might just miss her real head, but other than that it was nonsense.
It felt to be safe inside of something, even if the something didn't really provide that much safety. She imagined that she was an astronaut and the suit was her space suit. Looking out at the slightly dim eyes she was protected from the perils of space, of the island, the way that monsters could not enter the impenetrable barrier of your top bed cover.
He had tried to tell her that they weren't a threat and then his stomach rumbled, eating itself.
Maybe all he wants is...
The gangly one seemed a little bit sharper, immediately deducing that she couldn't be Reuben and making a chill go down her spine when he carried a monstrous stuffed thing towards her.
He smiled grotesquely at her, leering kind of. The owl leaned back and moved its head as far as it could stretch away from him without moving its feet. He didn't get it. He couldn't. He was a freak and a weirdo and she couldn't imagine anyone like that understanding her motives for things, which were very practical in this case.
Lori unzipped the costume from the side and her human arm came sticking out of the side of the creature. She bent down and unzipped her bag and rummaged around until she had rearranged things to her liking. She took a ration bar out of the bag and threw it square at Morgan, cleanly like a football.
While both boys were distracted by the nutritious projectile, she quickly opened two bottles of water, tipped something in, and closed them again.
And all the other one wants is...?