Post by alexandra on Oct 2, 2009 12:38:28 GMT -5
Sam curled up in the over sized chair in the living room. She'd just gone upstairs and changed clothes, pulling on a pair of Superman pajamas and grabbing her journal and a pen. As she stared into the fireplace she began to recount the events that had gone on since she woke up. As she did, her pen flew across the pages...
*~*~*~*~*
Ugh! Why can't I remember? That damn cop startled me tonight, the one that first told me of the attack. How could I not remember something that important? Oh well, at least he knew I was telling the truth. It doesn't add up though... something he said as he told me about the attack was important, but I can't put my finger on it.
I'm not quite sure what to think about Nereida. I'm grateful to her for letting me stay here, but at the same time the things she said and didn't say confuse me. Her explanation of the attack had been vague at best...
Nereida Firlan flicked her hair over her shoulder. " I came upon you, and Tarnek... and some other male I am not familiar with... You had shifted and not in control of your beast...And ...attacked a local shifter. A leopard. I made you swallow your beast. Something Tarnek could not do.."
They tell me I was drunk that night. Why? I don't drink... I've never asked for anything more than water from Wolf at the bar, so I don't get it. I don't doubt it, how can I since I don't remember? But none of it makes any sense to me.
When I asked Nereida about the other shifter, she said they were fine and actually insulted them a bit for not shifting immediately.
*~*~*~*~*
That drew a small laugh from Samanya as she rested the pen for a moment. She stood up from the huge chair, journal and pen in hand, and stretched. Yawning, she decided she'd better head upstairs to the relative safety of a closed door between her and whoever might wander into the boarding house. She still didn't know who else lived here, or even who could come and go as they pleased.
She crawled up into the bed, and pulled the covers up as she sighed. Another descent night of rest and then a steak or two and it would be almost as if her week of near comatose-like "sleep" had never happened. Leaning back into the pillows, she pulled her knees up and propped the journal on her lap to continue writing.
*~*~*~*~*
Today was good, in comparison. Except for when Tarnek helped me none too gently down from the swing. Heh. Looking back I'm sure I was sprawled on the ground in a very comical manner, and I'm kinda impressed that they showed concern rather than amusement.
Anyway. I went to the tree to think, to try to remember. The swing was just there, going back and forth just slightly with the breeze and I'm not sure how long I sat there before standing and going to climb into it. Gah, I forgot the things I could remember, and for a little while was pretending that I was still a child in our Clan. That seems a lifetime ago now.
After some polite small talk, I started to pick up on Tarnek's tension. I had no idea what the next hour or so would reveal. Wolf, the bartender from Sanctuary, walked up and we all talked a bit. It was... uncomfortable.... relaying to him the stories that Eric and Nereida had told me, but I figure an event like that would spread quickly through the small community anyway.
I could laugh now, recalling Tarnek telling Wolf that it was his fault for making me some Russian drink, gah the poor guy's face as he started to apologize, not recognizing the joke. I assured him that it wasn't his fault, though, come to think of it, I really don't know. But truthfully, they couldn't know I don't drink unless I'd told them, and that story is definitely not one I share often.
The guys started to talk about the police chief then, and some other person they called Sydney. I am actually pretty uneasy, wondering what the chief will do. I mean, it's been over a week, and it's no great secret that I'm gettin over things. They way Tarnek and Wolf talked about the two officers has me a little more on edge than I was before. It sounded as though both had short tempers.
*~*~*~*~*
Sam frowned as she wrote about the police chief and the officer. The first held her future here in his hands, and that was not something she was happy about, though she was never one to run from her problems. From all accounts, she had done what they said, and she knew there would be a price to pay. "Meh," she grumbled, refusing to dwell on that for now, "I'm surprised he told me as much as he did," she thought aloud, and began to write about Tarnek.
*~*~*~*~*
The sadness he felt as he spoke about Dee with Wolf... I responded without thinking, sending my cat's soft, soothing empathetic energy to him. He brought back those memories I'd buried so long ago, and with them the pain of loss. I was frustrated when he rejected that small comfort, but I didn't pull the energy back completely.
I listened to them talk, not interrupting, I didn't know Dee or what had happened. Their words faded as my own memories returned. Page after page in the first part of this journal have it chronicled, and tonight was the first time in a very long time that I'd let the memories haunt me again.
This was when Tarnek helped me down from the swing. I can't ever remember being so consumed in my own memories that I disregarded my own safety, let alone shared the tigress's energy without realizing it.
But I did I guess, and Tarnek was pissed. Oh well. I let them chat a bit more, and kept quiet till Wolf said his good-nights. I wasn't about to ask Tarnek for an explanation, I mean, we all have our secrets and fair share of pain in life and who was I to ask for his?
I was surprised when he jumped up into the tree and started to tell me about Dee. I can't imagine... and it makes me wonder about my own family, did any one of them survive? As he went on, I had to stop myself a few times from reaching out with the tiger's soft touch, his pain struck a chord with me.
I can't believe I told him as much about my own past as I did, I've never shared that with anyone. I guess it was the only comfort I could offer though, in a way. I managed to shift the conversation back to him though. I was trying to help him tonight, not the other way around for once.
He talked about his tiger, fractured from himself... I don't understand that. I suppose I should be grateful that I don't understand it. But I'm nosy and still wonder. His tiger periodically gets angry if it doesn't get what it wants... again something I don't understand. Traveling as I did, I've roamed some of the most stunning jungles and wilderness out there, letting the tigress run after a day or so checking the area's safety.
We talked a bit more, sitting up there in the tree. I like that tree. He was right when he said it was a good place to think. I like Tarnek too, and staying more than a handful of days in one place. Geez I am sleepy. I'd think sleeping for a week a body would be tired of sleep, but I guess not. I wonder what the future will bring for my next entry...
*~*~*~*~*
Closing the journal, Sam shifted in the bed, lounging deeper into the pillows as she set the journal and pen to the side. A variety of emotions played behind her grey-green eyes: confusion, sadness, frustration, and even a bit of contentment despite the others. "I do wonder what tomorrow's gonna bring," she murmured, turning over to her stomach. She fell asleep easily, and dreamed of childhood summers on the Pacific coast.
*~*~*~*~*
Ugh! Why can't I remember? That damn cop startled me tonight, the one that first told me of the attack. How could I not remember something that important? Oh well, at least he knew I was telling the truth. It doesn't add up though... something he said as he told me about the attack was important, but I can't put my finger on it.
I'm not quite sure what to think about Nereida. I'm grateful to her for letting me stay here, but at the same time the things she said and didn't say confuse me. Her explanation of the attack had been vague at best...
Nereida Firlan flicked her hair over her shoulder. " I came upon you, and Tarnek... and some other male I am not familiar with... You had shifted and not in control of your beast...And ...attacked a local shifter. A leopard. I made you swallow your beast. Something Tarnek could not do.."
They tell me I was drunk that night. Why? I don't drink... I've never asked for anything more than water from Wolf at the bar, so I don't get it. I don't doubt it, how can I since I don't remember? But none of it makes any sense to me.
When I asked Nereida about the other shifter, she said they were fine and actually insulted them a bit for not shifting immediately.
*~*~*~*~*
That drew a small laugh from Samanya as she rested the pen for a moment. She stood up from the huge chair, journal and pen in hand, and stretched. Yawning, she decided she'd better head upstairs to the relative safety of a closed door between her and whoever might wander into the boarding house. She still didn't know who else lived here, or even who could come and go as they pleased.
She crawled up into the bed, and pulled the covers up as she sighed. Another descent night of rest and then a steak or two and it would be almost as if her week of near comatose-like "sleep" had never happened. Leaning back into the pillows, she pulled her knees up and propped the journal on her lap to continue writing.
*~*~*~*~*
Today was good, in comparison. Except for when Tarnek helped me none too gently down from the swing. Heh. Looking back I'm sure I was sprawled on the ground in a very comical manner, and I'm kinda impressed that they showed concern rather than amusement.
Anyway. I went to the tree to think, to try to remember. The swing was just there, going back and forth just slightly with the breeze and I'm not sure how long I sat there before standing and going to climb into it. Gah, I forgot the things I could remember, and for a little while was pretending that I was still a child in our Clan. That seems a lifetime ago now.
After some polite small talk, I started to pick up on Tarnek's tension. I had no idea what the next hour or so would reveal. Wolf, the bartender from Sanctuary, walked up and we all talked a bit. It was... uncomfortable.... relaying to him the stories that Eric and Nereida had told me, but I figure an event like that would spread quickly through the small community anyway.
I could laugh now, recalling Tarnek telling Wolf that it was his fault for making me some Russian drink, gah the poor guy's face as he started to apologize, not recognizing the joke. I assured him that it wasn't his fault, though, come to think of it, I really don't know. But truthfully, they couldn't know I don't drink unless I'd told them, and that story is definitely not one I share often.
The guys started to talk about the police chief then, and some other person they called Sydney. I am actually pretty uneasy, wondering what the chief will do. I mean, it's been over a week, and it's no great secret that I'm gettin over things. They way Tarnek and Wolf talked about the two officers has me a little more on edge than I was before. It sounded as though both had short tempers.
*~*~*~*~*
Sam frowned as she wrote about the police chief and the officer. The first held her future here in his hands, and that was not something she was happy about, though she was never one to run from her problems. From all accounts, she had done what they said, and she knew there would be a price to pay. "Meh," she grumbled, refusing to dwell on that for now, "I'm surprised he told me as much as he did," she thought aloud, and began to write about Tarnek.
*~*~*~*~*
The sadness he felt as he spoke about Dee with Wolf... I responded without thinking, sending my cat's soft, soothing empathetic energy to him. He brought back those memories I'd buried so long ago, and with them the pain of loss. I was frustrated when he rejected that small comfort, but I didn't pull the energy back completely.
I listened to them talk, not interrupting, I didn't know Dee or what had happened. Their words faded as my own memories returned. Page after page in the first part of this journal have it chronicled, and tonight was the first time in a very long time that I'd let the memories haunt me again.
This was when Tarnek helped me down from the swing. I can't ever remember being so consumed in my own memories that I disregarded my own safety, let alone shared the tigress's energy without realizing it.
But I did I guess, and Tarnek was pissed. Oh well. I let them chat a bit more, and kept quiet till Wolf said his good-nights. I wasn't about to ask Tarnek for an explanation, I mean, we all have our secrets and fair share of pain in life and who was I to ask for his?
I was surprised when he jumped up into the tree and started to tell me about Dee. I can't imagine... and it makes me wonder about my own family, did any one of them survive? As he went on, I had to stop myself a few times from reaching out with the tiger's soft touch, his pain struck a chord with me.
I can't believe I told him as much about my own past as I did, I've never shared that with anyone. I guess it was the only comfort I could offer though, in a way. I managed to shift the conversation back to him though. I was trying to help him tonight, not the other way around for once.
He talked about his tiger, fractured from himself... I don't understand that. I suppose I should be grateful that I don't understand it. But I'm nosy and still wonder. His tiger periodically gets angry if it doesn't get what it wants... again something I don't understand. Traveling as I did, I've roamed some of the most stunning jungles and wilderness out there, letting the tigress run after a day or so checking the area's safety.
We talked a bit more, sitting up there in the tree. I like that tree. He was right when he said it was a good place to think. I like Tarnek too, and staying more than a handful of days in one place. Geez I am sleepy. I'd think sleeping for a week a body would be tired of sleep, but I guess not. I wonder what the future will bring for my next entry...
*~*~*~*~*
Closing the journal, Sam shifted in the bed, lounging deeper into the pillows as she set the journal and pen to the side. A variety of emotions played behind her grey-green eyes: confusion, sadness, frustration, and even a bit of contentment despite the others. "I do wonder what tomorrow's gonna bring," she murmured, turning over to her stomach. She fell asleep easily, and dreamed of childhood summers on the Pacific coast.