06-22-2017, 04:21 PM
The night had consumed the forest entirely by the time Suzaku once again found herself flanked by rows and rows of tree stumps. And like before, she rushed to cross the fields to minimise her exposure. However, the long trek she had underwent that day had taken its toll on her. Her feet ached from walking across difficult terrain for hours on end, and her head felt painful and heavy from exhaustion. Nevertheless, the maid pushed herself to the limits, knowing that she could only truly rest within the confines of the safe house.
Finally, she reached the logging encampment that she had left earlier that day. She had barely entered its fenced parameter when the signal from her collar informed her that the explosives have once again been deactivated — for the time being, she was safe. Coming to an abrupt halt and nearly falling from the slippery ground, Tamsin braced herself with her knees as she finally allowed herself respite. After standing in the dark for a minute or two, she surveyed the secure area.
Unlike the previous night, there was a buzz coming from the camp. Words, silent or otherwise, could be heard, and there was a light coming from the master building. For the first time since arriving on the island, the maid had the opportunity to meet some of her competition — and in a non-hostile situation. She was not entirely certain if this would make the inevitable conflicts she would have to face harder to deal with, but she was grateful for it all the same.
As the cool night air calmed her down, fatigue began to overcome her muscles. Sighing, she dragged her feet to check if her old bedding was still available. Though she strived to be courteous at all times, the maid was concerned that her weariness would impact her demeanour. She chose to greet them first thing in the morning. For the moment, she opted to wash herself and then rest. The intensity and rage of the event would resume all too quickly — all of them would need the energy to face it.
Finally, she reached the logging encampment that she had left earlier that day. She had barely entered its fenced parameter when the signal from her collar informed her that the explosives have once again been deactivated — for the time being, she was safe. Coming to an abrupt halt and nearly falling from the slippery ground, Tamsin braced herself with her knees as she finally allowed herself respite. After standing in the dark for a minute or two, she surveyed the secure area.
Unlike the previous night, there was a buzz coming from the camp. Words, silent or otherwise, could be heard, and there was a light coming from the master building. For the first time since arriving on the island, the maid had the opportunity to meet some of her competition — and in a non-hostile situation. She was not entirely certain if this would make the inevitable conflicts she would have to face harder to deal with, but she was grateful for it all the same.
As the cool night air calmed her down, fatigue began to overcome her muscles. Sighing, she dragged her feet to check if her old bedding was still available. Though she strived to be courteous at all times, the maid was concerned that her weariness would impact her demeanour. She chose to greet them first thing in the morning. For the moment, she opted to wash herself and then rest. The intensity and rage of the event would resume all too quickly — all of them would need the energy to face it.
Quote:Tamsin moving from B13 to Safe House B.