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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 13, 2013 10:44:53 GMT -5
She stopped moving.... Hook gave a frustrated growl and stalked back to her then scooped her up in his arms despite his body screaming in pain, he gathered his remaining strength and carried her. The line to summer was still a seemingly long distance away, but he managed to get them closer
His legs gave out about a three yards before the line, he cussed upon realizing what a massive hypocrite he probably looked like right now. He still held Else in his arms refusing to let her touch the ice.
"There, I carried your sorry ass this far.... you can make it..."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 13, 2013 11:29:47 GMT -5
Else wanted to tell him off... but she couldn't. That was that. They would die here, in eachother's arms. Not how she had imagined it, but certainly not the worst. Worse would be alone.
She should say something. Something appropriate, that would give him SOME feeling of self-worth before they froze to death, despite her anger at him. But death always brought people closer together. Maybe even 'sorry' that he wouldn't be able to kill Rumpelstiltskin...
When she heard a light thudding against the ground. She looked up to see the whitest elk she had ever seen prancing right toward them. It shifted it's trail a little at seeing the two on the ground, but as it leaped over the summer line, it's snowy coat morphed into a brownish color. It was quite a sight... and there were more, headed this way. Great white elks fleeing into the summer from the deadly cold.
Else glanced at Hook's hook... it was sharp, but had been drastically dulled during his adventures these past few days. She hoped it was dull ENOUGH.
As soon as one looked like it would be close enough, she gathered the last of her energy reserves and rolled them over into the thick of it, holding his hooked arm up to catching on something: ANYTHING.
It shouldn't have worked it was SUCH a weak plan forged by desperation... and yet... as it always did... it worked. There may be a force hunting her, trying to destroy her at EVERY turn... but there was another... protecting her, she just had to trust it and leap without questioning it.
The hook caught on one of the elk's hind legs. It let out a panicked noise and tried to to run faster, getting them past the line. Hook held on to her until he could managed to detangle his hook from the the mighty animal, rolling them back out of the way. Else rolled a little distance away into soft grass. She laid on her side, determined not to move for a bit... not that she COULD if she wanted to. She let the sun bask over her...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 13, 2013 12:18:28 GMT -5
Hook silently pleaded some how Else would have the strength to leave him, at least she'd be able to go and once he passed on the gauntlets would release and she could find a way back to camp....
but that was a fools hope, they this entire time had been feeding ff each others strength to get this far. Then he felt Else moving his arm, his hook, up and over- the next thing he knew he was being dragged over to tall warm grass.
When it stopped Hook finally rolled away, breathing heavily from the trauma, but now finally having a moment to rest. He lay his head down, his body heavily battered and bruised, then letting the comforting blackness of rest take over.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 13, 2013 12:47:01 GMT -5
Else finally could feel her body again... the numbness had left... but her insides felt AWFUL, having been frozen and then thawed so fast. She looked over at Hook. He was out. At least she was HOPING that was all... he could very well be dead...
She sluggishly made her way over towards him, giving him a once over, making sure he was still in one piece. He was fine... and breathing.... THAT was important... The effort of just making her way over to him exhausted her; she lowered her head down to his chest and rested there for a bit.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 14, 2013 14:01:13 GMT -5
There was pressure on his chest when he awoke, though 'awake' is a term used loosely in this case. his clothes were still very damp and he was still frightfully col, but his hand went to the soft curly locks of warm chestnut hair. He stroked them weakly and managed a smile.
"You did it," He grinned," I knew you had more in you than that...."
He hoped by now he knew he had only been trying to motivate her, in a manner that had been all to familiar to him
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 14, 2013 17:49:50 GMT -5
Else awoke with a start at feeling him stir. For a moment she forgot where she was and who she was with... but then dreadful realization came flooding back. Her brows furrowed and there was a slight frown on her face as she looked at him.
She clenched her jaw tight as he paid her his "compliment" after all those insensitive things he had said to her in the Winter Woods. If she had said such things, but about Mina, he would have sat there to die, just to spite her. That was probably the difference between the two: he knew it would encourage her to fight to live a little longer.
Yes... enough to give him what he deserved. She slapped him, but it was very weak. But it was enough to startle him. "You may have had over 300 years to soften your grief, Captain Jones..." She said, her voice very hoarse from the cold. "But I've had only barely over a month... And... and I may SEEM together... but I am apart at the seams inside over it..." She roughly rubbed a tear away with the back of her hand, glaring at him.
She got to her feet, very wobbly, trying to inspire bloodflow to the legs. And also to put a little distance between her and him. She wanted to stew about this a little. Not let it go with another one of his warm embraces. Not right now.
"We seem to have a problem." She changed the topic abruptly. "The winter woods seem to lay RIGHT in our path by the river... So either we must brave the cold... which won't fair any better a SECOND time given our state...or we take our chances with monstrous bugs deeper in the woods." She wobbled over to a tree and leaned up against it, gazing at the winter wood. If she hadn't almost died there, she would have thought it very beautiful.
"...Or perhaps we could skirt around the winter woods edges... there didn't seem to be any worms over there..."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 14, 2013 18:28:29 GMT -5
Hook sat up a bit and brushed the side of his cheek, it stung a bit- not terribly but enough, clearly she took what he said too personally. Not that it was SO had for him to understand but that wasn't the effect he was going for. It didn't matter though, as long as she was alive.
"My clothes are nearly dry..... I think the best path would either be through the winter woods or just around it," He stood but didn't approach her, knowing distance would be key till he could apologize properly.," Whichever you can manage..."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 14, 2013 19:39:27 GMT -5
"Manage? Okay.. I think I can 'manage' the edge... since I am female and am infinitely weaker than the strong, brooding man I see before me." She muttered, walking awkwardly along.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 14, 2013 19:54:44 GMT -5
Hook rolled his eyes before walking past Else," The edge it is..." He looked backn at her giving a cocky, arrogant smile," Sounds lovely"
He couldn't help but instigate anger from her, it just was too easy. This was the hardened side of him so many didn't take the time to look past. Apathy seemed to come naturally to him given his surly life style
It was easier getting back to the winter line than leaving it, or so it seemed, even if Hooks entire body seemed to ache with every step. Soon he'd need sleep, perhaps once they got through the winter....
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 15, 2013 6:00:36 GMT -5
Else glared up at him just making his way along. Arrogant bastard.
Sure, when she was topless and crying, he was mister charm and hugs, but when it came to being offended by having her grief jeered at, he could CARE LESS. She was beginning to learn that's just the way he was. She would like to talk to the man who had talked about his dead lover in such a tender way, making her believe that there was more to him then what he projected out: that man seemed to have his priorities straight. But that side was so far below sarcasm, surliness, and arrogance.
Her legs had warmed up, but she kept her arms around her shoulders to TRY and keep them warm. Even though they were edging along on the summer side of the line, cold gusts would bite at them once in awhile. The Queen turned around... getting a suspicious feeling they were being watched. Hook didn't stop, so she was jerked out of her pondering by the pull of the gauntlets.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 15, 2013 9:37:38 GMT -5
Else was lagging behind, he suspected it had to do with a number of factors; him of course, and not wanting to be around him, but he could feel the cold breezes and with Else only in her corset and leggings it was no wonder she could hardly make it through the snow. She probably didn't want his help but she was going to freeze again if he didn't do something.
Hook walked back to her taking off his jacket- now warm from him wearing it," Here, you can hate me all you want but freezing to death out here won't do anything for you"
"I didn't mean what I said back there..."Without any hesitation he wrapped it around her shoulders," But I needed you to get across that line, and from what I have learned people are most determined when they're angry"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 15, 2013 11:19:20 GMT -5
He didn't have to tell her that to KNOW that, but she bit her lip to prevent from saying so. She accepted the coat, she didn't really have a choice.
"Perhaps... SOME people..." She gave him. "...But it's my experience that hope... HOPE, Captain Jones, is a much more powerful." He huffed at that; preachy Else going at it again. "It's simple... anger DIDN'T deliver us... a herd of white Elk did. So your point is void."
But then she cocked her head at him before turning to keep walking. "...But thank you for trying... your way. It shows you somewhat, slightly, MAYBE care..." She grinned to herself, so he couldn't see. "'Love, please get up, we can beat this, and I need my Else to keep harassing; it makes the trip SO much more entertaining.'" She mimicked the Pirate's voice perfectly; inflections, swagger, and wilts. The only difference was her alto pitch. "See? So much more appealing..."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 15, 2013 12:56:07 GMT -5
Hook rolled his eyes," Very good, Love... but I think I can do better"
He hopped up on a frozen tree stump then placed his hand on his hip. He threw them to the left and pretended to flip back his hair," Captain Jones! Can't you see that I'm always right all the time???" He laid his hook against his forehead dramatically," Never mind that you've been shot by Indians, saved me from numerous beasts by quite literally single-handedly throwing me over your shoulder"
It was obvious how sleep deprived because he was getting far too into this. After twirling around once and giggling to himself he finally broke and started laughing. He doubled over into the snow with hysterical laughter," See?" He managed between breaths," so much more accurate"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 15, 2013 16:21:04 GMT -5
"Oh.. so THAT'S how you see me???" Else gave a short laugh. "Well then... if THAT'S how you want to play, Captain Jones..."
She slid her arms through his coat's arm holes, popping the collar, and mimicked a hook with her index and middle finger. She widened her stance and thrust her hips forward. She scratched her imaginary stubble with her "hook". "Listen love, despite the fact that you are innovative with your schemes... such as retrieving a key from beastie, riding a bird to freedom, and even utilized MY hook to save our asses, etc etc... my attention span to ANYTHING you say is DIRECTLY correlated to the LACK of clothing you have on your bonnie body." She sauntered a bit, throwing in the swagger of his manly stride. She and her sisters used to have riots with games like these.
"As far as I am concerned you are a walking talking pair of breasts. And if that upsets you, well then love, all I can say is-" Else spotted something a distance behind Hook. "...F**K." She let slip from her peasant born tongue. Hook thought it was still part of the pretense.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 15, 2013 20:23:51 GMT -5
"My- I don't have that kind of tongue around the ladies-" He couldn't even finish the thought, Else grabbed his arm and started pulling him away.
Hook tried to geta glance at what they were running from- it was difficult to see, but there was definitely something big and white kicking up snow, with many pairs of black eyes. It was only when he heard the blood chilling howl he understood the danger fully. He picked up speed so Else wasn't dragging him the whole way.
He knew they could only run so long and so fast till they caught up with them. Hook pulled Else to a tree," Quick- we need to go somewhere they can't!"
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