forum sirenhead thriller rp thing (oxo)

Started May 07, 2020 by @vibe

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(yep, perfect!)

Meg woke before the rest of the forest, groggily sitting up from the slumped position she'd fallen asleep in.

There was an awful crick in her neck from having slept with her head propped all night on a log, but a few minutes of gentle rocking and the pain was manageable.

Honestly, she thought with an eyeroll. What was the point of setting up camp if I'm just going to fall asleep on the ground?

From what little she could see of the sky, she deduced that it was early morning. The sun hadn't yet risen, but she had no doubt that it soon would. The lightening sky was proof enough of that.

With a sleepy yawn, she stretched and stood to go about her tasks. By the time she'd finished regathering all of her supplies, the sky was the signature brightness of early dawn and her stomach was grumbling slightly.

Deciding to forgo a proper breakfast, she donned her hiking bag, slung her gun over her shoulder and began to munch on an apple.

She started walking again, continuing to mark the trees every so often. After another five minutes, she tossed what was left of her apple into the underbrush, consoling herself with the fact that it wasn't littering if her disposable would eventually break down into a pretty useful fertilizer.

She walked on for another few minutes, before slowing. Meg couldn't quite place it, but something felt off. Looking around warily, her nose scrunched up slightly at a whiff of…whiskey?

Is someone else here? she wondered curiously, her hand tightening around the strap of her gun just in case.

Max's head throbbed as she staggered to her feet as she rubbed her head. Hungover or not, she thought, keep looking.
Taking a large swig from her bottle, she packed her things and continued on her way. The familiar morning light touched the forest floor, giving her an idea of how late she had slept. At least 9, she thought to herself.
Max walked for a long while, until the sun was nearly at it’s peak. Trailing her fingers along the thick, tangled bush, the young woman stopped and squatted next to it. Digging under the leaves and branches, she found an apple core. It was fairly fresh, hardly showing any brown on it.
Taking another drink, Max tossed the core away and continued on, storing the idea that someone was in the forest with her behind more prevalent facts.
Again, like yesterday, a high, eerie note would hit the air, disturbing the otherwise calm and quiet wildlife. Max started to become nervous. The noises happened periodically. She began to doubt her earlier assumption of lost or injured hikers.
She wasn’t stupid. She had heard rumors of some sort of creature living near here in this forest. She just passed it off as superstition, or a teenager's LSD trip. Max stopped taking drinks from her bottle, letting her mind slowly clear, the fog that usually laid over her brain replaced with a splitting headache.
After another period of travel, her headache came and went in varying degrees. By the time it started to subside, she stumbled upon a fresh campsite. A fire had clearly been started, and depressions in the ground made a pitched tent obvious.
Grumbling to herself, Max passed by, wondering who else was stupid enough to spent the night in these woods.