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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 22 2017, 04:32 PM
Harper knew that she shouldn’t be out here. It was at least an hour after lights out and she knew that she should be inside her room, asleep, but she couldn’t stay away. Watching the stars and finding the constellations in the sky was something she had done since she was a child and it never failed to make her feel somewhat connected to her mother. Her room was magicked to make it appear like the night sky was on the ceiling at night, but it wasn’t the same as the real thing. She had snuck out after ensuring that the rest of her cabin mates were asleep and was now laying on the ground, just outside of the porch.
Smiling melancholically, Harper pointed upwards, connecting the stars in the Pegasus constellation. Her father had shown her where each of the constellations was when she was a child and their locations had just stuck with her. Each constellation she found brought back a memory of some sort from home, making slightly more homesick. The night sky here was just as breathtaking as it was back home.
She had just started to settle into her spot, looking for the stars of another constellation, when she heard footsteps. Harper scrambled to her feet, hoping to sneak back inside the cabin, but she was too slow. She was only on the porch in front of the cabin when the shadowy figure stopped in front. She put her hands up in defeat, squinting in attempts to figure out who was in front of her. ”I’m s-sorry. I just wanted to watch the stars. They’re not the same as the ones projected in my room.” Harper stuttered, hoping that she wouldn’t get in too much trouble.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 28 2017, 05:27 PM
Brooklyn couldn't sleep. That shouldn't be a surprise; with the nightmares she had been experiencing since she first ended up on the Island six or so years ago, sleep was a rare commodity. She had learned, over the years, to silence her screams to some degree, but it was never all that helpful. It may keep others from hearing her, but she still was woken by them. In fact, allmost every night, she woke with her pillow held against her face to muffle the sound.
On a good night, Brook got a couple of hours of sleep. Tonight was not a good night, as barely an hour had passed before her tortured mind woke her. Tonight's nightmare was her last stand on the Island, when three of the closest things she had to friends died at the hands of the water horse and the crocodile while she watched helplessly, unable to save them.
The teen never was able to go back to sleep after a nightmare as evidenced by the deep, dark bags permanently existing under her eyes. Normally, she laid in the dark of her room waiting for daylight to come, but tonight she had adrenaline still coursing through her veins that had her shaking. The darkness of her room seemed oppressive, and she couldn't deal with it.
Brooklyn knew that she shouldn't go out after hours - she didn't know why, but she knew it was a rule - but that didn't stop her from sneaking out of the back yard and taking a quick stroll around the cabins. She was hoping that maybe if she could go outside and see that everything was fine, she would be able to trick her mind into allowing her some sleep.
Yet the thin, frail-looking girl was still shaking with leftover adrenaline as she swung back toward her cabin, heading toward the front entrance this time. She wasn't expecting someone out there, and she immediately tensed as she was addressed. It was a habit, ingrained from constantly having her life in danger on the Island.
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