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Sep. 5th, 2010 02:22 amLucy was sure she hadn't seen a storm like this before. Of course, that wasn't saying much, when so many other things she had experienced on the island could probably have fit that description, but it remained true all the same. The difference was that this brought with it an inherent sense of danger, beaches and houses made unsafe by the wind and rain that had only gotten worse since they'd moved in a day before. At first, she had focused only on making sure that she was alright. What occurred to her a day later was that, with Chase still hurt, there was no one at the treehouse. She wasn't even sure if it would still be standing in this, if his things and what she'd left there would be alright. And so, insensible as she knew it to be, she had taken it upon herself to find out. Knowing the island, there was no way to be sure when this would pass, and if Chase wasn't going to have a place to go back to when his injuries healed, it was probably better to know sooner rather than later; she was worried, too, for purely sentimental reasons, the place being something so entwined with the memory of Gert that she wasn't sure how well she would have taken losing it. Aware that she had developed something of a reckless streak in recent times, it wasn't enough to get her to reconsider. If anything, it seemed like all the more reason to go. It would quell a restlessness in her, provide some reassurance, and, hopefully, still have her back in one piece.
Having found the treehouse just barely still standing, on the return trip, that she supposed she ought to have counted herself lucky for having been out in the storm so long without incident probably should have been her first indication that something was about to go wrong. Instead, as was becoming an all too common occurrence for her, she paid it no mind, pressing on, blindly ignorant of the risk in what she was doing. She'd made it most of the way back, soaking wet and more intent than ever on getting inside where it was warm and dry, when so focused was she on navigating through the rain that she didn't glance down at what was in front of her, only looked straight ahead. Where there previously hadn't been before, there was now a large piece of tree, and before she could stop herself, her foot caught on it, sending her a few feet through the air, landing just off the edge of the boardwalk, head hitting the ground hard.
"Fuck," she swore through gritted teeth, eyes closed tight as she pressed a hand gingerly to her temple. Through the throbbing that had already kicked in, her head feeling like it was spinning, she was hardly aware of anything else; it wasn't until she tried to prop herself up that she really even noticed the gash down her leg, likely from a thinner tree branch. She poked at it absently, then hissed. Rainwater was diluting the blood, but it wasn't hard to tell that it was fairly deep, and that the situation she'd just landed herself in wasn't a good one at all. When just sitting up was so difficult, she knew full well that there was no sense in trying to stand, and instead, slumped back onto one elbow, not wanting to lie on the ground entirely, forehead resting in her palm. She wasn't too far where people would be, at least she thought. Someone would have to find her. "Hello?" she called, as loud as she could over the sound of wind and rain. "Is anyone out here?"
Having found the treehouse just barely still standing, on the return trip, that she supposed she ought to have counted herself lucky for having been out in the storm so long without incident probably should have been her first indication that something was about to go wrong. Instead, as was becoming an all too common occurrence for her, she paid it no mind, pressing on, blindly ignorant of the risk in what she was doing. She'd made it most of the way back, soaking wet and more intent than ever on getting inside where it was warm and dry, when so focused was she on navigating through the rain that she didn't glance down at what was in front of her, only looked straight ahead. Where there previously hadn't been before, there was now a large piece of tree, and before she could stop herself, her foot caught on it, sending her a few feet through the air, landing just off the edge of the boardwalk, head hitting the ground hard.
"Fuck," she swore through gritted teeth, eyes closed tight as she pressed a hand gingerly to her temple. Through the throbbing that had already kicked in, her head feeling like it was spinning, she was hardly aware of anything else; it wasn't until she tried to prop herself up that she really even noticed the gash down her leg, likely from a thinner tree branch. She poked at it absently, then hissed. Rainwater was diluting the blood, but it wasn't hard to tell that it was fairly deep, and that the situation she'd just landed herself in wasn't a good one at all. When just sitting up was so difficult, she knew full well that there was no sense in trying to stand, and instead, slumped back onto one elbow, not wanting to lie on the ground entirely, forehead resting in her palm. She wasn't too far where people would be, at least she thought. Someone would have to find her. "Hello?" she called, as loud as she could over the sound of wind and rain. "Is anyone out here?"
