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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 20, 2013 21:31:51 GMT -5
Of course as a prate he was at a loss for how together food in a winter forest. Finally he gave in and crept down to the fire again," Else.... sooner or later we're going to need to find-" He caught a glance at her reddened eyes. He went over to her and sat beside her, hesitating before he put his arm around her.
"Love.... what happened..?" he ran her fingers through her hair gently.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 20, 2013 22:06:53 GMT -5
For a moment she just shook her head, letting her eyes sting as she stared too long at the fire before them.
"...Just remembering." She finally said, her voice vacant of its usual alto warmness. "...When my mind is idle... when I have to sleep... I remember." Her arms wrapped around herself even tighter as she leaned against him. "I don't know how to stop; I'm not in control in that realm. I'm helpless and am forced to watch and experience it again and again..." She raised her wrist up and forcefully wiped a tear away. How her sore eyes managed to produce them at this point was beyond her.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 20, 2013 22:13:30 GMT -5
Hook could certainly relate, though the only solution he could offer her would make her scoff and preach again
"I'm sorry.... I'm afraid I... I haven't learned how to keep nightmares at bay either..." he gently brushed away the tears and wetness away, then dug into his pocket to find a soft handkerchief, partially washed from having been dragged through water so many times. He offered it to her,"Lack of rum has brought them back to me as well...."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 21, 2013 6:18:36 GMT -5
Else accepted the worn handkerchief. She had never considered rum, thinking that it was a vile substance when overused, dulling on the mind as well as on the body... and was about to consider telling him that... but she said nothing. He was allowed his devices, as she was hers.
She held her stomach, clearly remember the pain of that dream, of that MEMORY, when her stomach churned. Though she didn't want to eat, not really in the mood for it, her body was going to make her pay unless she did something. "Since we are held up here for a time, Captian Jones," She said, pulling away from his arms, attempting to stand up. "I should try to scrounge us up some more substantial food." She was on her two feet, but she almost fell against the wall again, her body feeling so frail. Your sword, please?" She asked, holding out a hand for his weapon.
She wasn't particularly handy with a sword, but it would help with cutting and sharpening branches to make small traps, and for skinning. Hook didn't look like he knew how to do such things. She assumed he was a man used to taking things rather then working hard for them. Though she supposed the art of stealing had it's merits, depending on how creative you had to get.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 21, 2013 13:10:13 GMT -5
Reluctantly he handed it to her, dreading what would become of the blade if she used I to build a trap of some sort- since he couldn't picture Else directly chasing after woodland creatures.
"Is there anything else you'll need?" Again Hook found himself at a loss for what to do
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 21, 2013 13:34:01 GMT -5
"Keep the fire going." She said, making her way out of the den. Back into the bitter cold. She and her sisters could track and hunt in the snow as well, but it was easier with three, than being alone. She just hoped Hook would be up to somewhat full health after she brought something back. She wasn't sure if she was going to make it back home anymore...
Hook would have to be the one to get out, to get back to Celeste, to get out of Neverland, and get the children back to safety. That's all that mattered now... because trying to keep on for her self just wasn't inspiring her anymore. It had to be Hook.
She followed tracks to what she hoped was a NORMAL rabbit's small burrow. She almost didn't see the white creature come out, if not for it's dark eyes. She set to work.
An hour later, Else came back, two small rabbits, already skinned, a hurried job, but it would have to do. her fingers were ice and the rest of her was going numb. She felt extremely dizzy as she staggered back into the den. Hook had kept the fire going.
Impressive.
Her numb fingers finally let the game and sword fall from her hands. She staggered over to a corner and collapsed. She thought she muttered something about cooking instructions, but it might have come out garbled. The fire didn't seem to be doing ANYTHING to warm her, except for scorching her face, she turned away and rolled to the cool wall of the den, curling into herself.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 21, 2013 15:31:18 GMT -5
He stood and took off his warm dry jacket, placing it around her. The one thing he could do it cook the rabbits, he was no expert by any means but he'd learned enough from his previous adventures how to make meat editable- granted, most of his experience had been with fish.... but how different could it be?
No worries Love," He said adjusting the jacket so it covered her enough," I'll take care of the rest, just stay warm"
Hook wandered back to the fire, making due with the little supplies he had. He stuck the rabbits over the fire and let them cook for awhile. The smell wafted through the cave, Hook actually tried covering the mouth of the den in order to keep the scent from attracting any other wild life.
"Love, the rabbits are done..." he looked over at her, still curled up by the wall, he brought some of it over to her and offered it to her" Else, you should eat...."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 21, 2013 17:48:01 GMT -5
Else knew she should. She knew she needed it and if she didn't get warm and get her strength back, she would fall into even more severe trouble. Something that she wouldn't be able to fight off without medicine. But as her nostrils caught a whiff of the meat, she gagged and coughed. Surprisingly, the first cough she had experienced, and it tore at her throat. She finally shook her head and buried it back against her arm.
"You eat." She managed, voice raw.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 21, 2013 18:17:19 GMT -5
Hook raised an eyebrow, he reached over and felt her forehead. She was burning up. he sighed," Love, I think your catching a cold, in which case you really should eat...."
He stood and went over to the fire," I guess we'll find out how good I am with soup, hmm?" Even though they had no pot, no spoon or utensils anything.
For a moment he stood there at a bit of a loss, what did the Indians use to make soup? Did they make soup? He felt like they had some sort of bowl... maybe it was bone? An animal skull? Maybe he could use the rabbit skulls.... though they weren't very clean.... and rather small.....
No, he'd need something else... Hook stepped out into the snow, not sure what to look for, everything was covered in snow, and it wasn't like he could walk to the neighbors and steal a pot.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 21, 2013 22:24:25 GMT -5
Else felt so cold, and yet when she edged towards the fire, her head felt like it was blazing. She stayed curled into herself, SURE this was the end. And what a horse shit of an ending it was. In a den. With a pitiful fire... with a pirate that refused to just cut off her arm and save his own skin. AT LEAST he could make her sacrifice worthwhile.
...okay, Hook wasn't that bad. In fact, she could count him as a very selfless... no, wrong word,... LOYAL friend. Like a dog. That humped everything in sight.
Else coughed violently. Her thoughts were wandering and didn't make any sense. She was halfway between awake and sleep, imagining a black dog with a hook replacing one of it's paws, tongue out, drooling...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 21, 2013 22:36:30 GMT -5
Hook returned with a large animal skull- it was clean and bare- so it would have to due.
He brought it over to the fire and poured water from his flask into it, then took some of the nuts and the bits of meat from the rabbits. It stewed for awhile, then when it was a ready he brought it over to her.
"Else, Love wake up..." He handed her the skull," I'm not taking 'no' for an answer"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 21, 2013 22:46:39 GMT -5
She stirred at his summoning, but grimaced at the upside down skull in front of her. If she had been more alert, she would have accepted the offering out of politeness AT LEAST; he had gone out in the cold for her to find the unique dishware.
But her head was on fire and everything around her spun like crazy when she tried to hold her head up. Thus... she did not give a turd.
She laid back down, shaking her head; he was bluffing... with his firm threat. There was NOTHING he could do to make her feel worse then she already felt. No words to inspire anger that would just be TOO exhausting to kindle. She closed her eyes again.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 21, 2013 22:52:49 GMT -5
"Very well," Hook pulled her into his arms," Love, you're going to hate me more than you've ever hated me before"
He took her face and carefully balanced the skull in his hook, then tipped the broth into her open mouth. It went down rather sloppily but Else clearly didn't have the strength to fight him. She coughed and hacked but enough of it went down.
"There... it's a start," He smiled, but only to look less nervous than he was. Else was in bad shape, and unless she got rest and nourishment, she could very well remain sick....,"You're welcome"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Apr 22, 2013 8:02:40 GMT -5
Else caught her breath after the liquid when down, bringing with it bits of rabbit meat. She gagged and coughed, but she glared up at him after she composed herself.
"I liked you better as a dog, with your wee little hook..." She mumbled. Hook didn't even look phased by the strange insult. He just tilted the bowl again, forcing her to take more down. It took more effort to resist, so she tried to help him out... so that he would leave her alone. Finally the fog cleared enough for her to realize that he was going out of his way to help her yet again.
"You're good, Captain Jones..." She said, as he paused in his feeding of her. "You could just take the gauntlet... I wouldn't blame you." She broke out in another severe cough, her face looking so pale in contrast to her dark eyes and lashes. "But you're too good for that... it would just... prove me WRONG in every way... if being good became your undoing... And as you know... I'm NEVER wrong..." She was talking about surviving Neverland, not realizing that this was somewhat a philosophy of Hook. She rested her head against the wall. "I believe in you... you mutt..." She laughed at this, knowing she wasn't making much sense anymore.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Apr 22, 2013 11:35:15 GMT -5
Hook chuckled weakly, she'd finished the make-shift soup so there wasn't much more he could do for her. Not now at least....
Hook finally picked up his own meal and started picking at it. He wasn't accustomed to rabbit or its game-y taste, just another sign of how long he'd been out at sea. Nevertheless he forced it down, knowing he'd be in an even poorer state than Else should he refuse,"You know something Love.... That might be the nicest thing you've said to me," well, it was up there with the comments she'd made during their encounter with the spider," Perhaps you should be sick more often..."
He pulled her towards him, letting her rest her head against him, he was warmer and probably more comfortable than the wall.
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