@Oakie Dokie
*STRIKE UP THE BAND WOAHAHHHH THE CONDUCTOR IS BECKONING
*STRIKE UP THE BAND WOAHAHHHH THE CONDUCTOR IS BECKONING
SO I SAY DAMN YOUR KISS AND THE AWFUL THINGS YOU DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
HEY HEY WE ARE A HURRICANE DRAWN BY ANCHORS IN THE STOOOOOOOOOOORM**
*HEY! WE WIL NEVER BE THE SAME, THE'RE FIGHTING WITH US TO KEEP US WAAAAAAAAAAAAARMMM)
*CUZ THEY KNOOOOOOOOOOOOW
I KNOOOOOOOOOOOW
THEY DONT LOOK LIKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(You guys are weird.)
Cassie looked at Callie. "Okay. a) I do have a hunting permit, b) I won't kill anything other than salmon or some other common fish unless necessary, c) I would freak out about any of you hurting an animal too. I actually live on an animal reserve."
“Okay…” Callie was still a bit nervous about this, but she trusted her classmate. Besides, Callie was starving.
“I don’t know if I’d be able to help out with hunting or fishing. My parents never grew up with those and I’m not outdoorsy either, so I’ll leave that to you guys. But I am a good cook!”
"I've gone fishing a couple times before." she told Callie. "I think I remember a few tricks."
"I've never really been hunting, but my parents taught me how," Pine stuttered through a full mouth.
River nodded. "Great.", she said, tying her long brown hair back into a ponytail. "I'm all for not killing animals, and I know how to fish. Anybody wanna help me make a fishing rod?", she asked, flicking a stray spider off her leg.
“Oh, River! I actually found this floating down a river,” Callie snickered internally at the irony, holding up the fishing rod. “It was came from upstream. I was thinking that once everyone was well enough, we could walk up there and see if anyone lives there. Y’know, maybe find some help. But until then, you could use it.”
For the first time since she's watched her sister's arm get ripped off, River smiled. "Perfect, thanks. Who's coming with me to catch some breakfast? In the meanwhile, I suggest that the rest of you look to see if any of your baggage is still intact."
Cassie nodded. "Okay. I'm going with you River."
"Alright.", River nodded, motioning for her to follow.
“Oh! Take my bag too and collect some water from the stream,” Callie gave River and Cassie her purse. Callie turned to the rest of them. “While they do that, could someone help me find more firewood and whatever other luggage might be lying around?”
"I can," Pine replied, pulling himself up and dusting crumbs off his sweater. "We should start near where the plane is stuck. There'll be plenty of broken branches and luggage there."
“Great! Let’s go.” Callie started walking back in the direction of the wreckage.
"This way!", River called out to Cassie, the memories of her little sisters clouding her mind. She gripped Callie's purse tightly, banishing the thoughts and focusing her mind on the image of Roanne, her coppery hair and eyes full of poetry like the little notebooks she would carry around, the spray of golden freckles across her nose and cheeks, her collection of autumn colored beanies, the oranges, reds, and browns of her clothes. Her giutar, the beautiful, melodious songs she would play and sing as River sat on the edge of her bed, her sketchpad filled to the brim with new and wonderful creations.
Pine followed Callie slowly, lost in thought. "Hey, do you think there'll be anyone else in the wreckage still? We're missing a lot of people…"
Callie stopped walking for a second. “Um…I don’t know. I’m sure we can’t be the only survivors. M-maybe…they already woke up?” Callie sighed trying to be optimistic. She cracked a half-smile and continued walking. “Well, it’s only been two-ish days. We’ll find them in time.”
But we haven’t found Whitney or Dale. Dale…He can’t possibly be dead right?
"Yeah, I guess…" Pine murmured, still unsure. "Here, we can use my sweater to carry wood." He shrugged out of his Twenty One Pilots hoodie and lay it spread out on the mossy ground before piling a handful of branches on it. "We can use it like a sling."
Callie nodded, picking up more dry wood. She brought them over the the sweater, but stopped as she notice the logo. “Twenty One Pilots? Really?” she asked drily. She had nothing against the band; their music was just too “emo” for her.
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