Jonah wasn’t a rule breaker, and yet, here he was, sitting on a log deep in the middle of the forest, a blanket laid out with various pieces of equipment from the science lab that he’d stolen–borrowed, he prefered to say. He wasn’t terribly far into his degree, and didn’t have access to everything that he wished he could have, so when the door to the higher level lab was open, with no one in sight, Jonah couldn’t help but poke his head in and take a peek. A lot of what he was learning now was theory, words written down on paper and not practical application, but the young human felt the itch towards more, wanting to explore and be creative, and create something extraordinary. The next time that he stumbled across the lab door unlocked and empty, Jonah suddenly found himself filling his backpack with things he’d promise to return once he’d had the chance to play around with them, deconstruct them and learn how they worked.
It was during this time, fingers fiddling with a device of metal and wires that Jonah’s fingers slipped, the metal slicing clean across his palm, crimson red bubbling from the wound instantly. “Crap!” He mutters to himself, the device clattering on the ground as he holds his hand, blood smearing across his palm as he tries to rifle through his backpack for something to wrap around it, unknowing that there was anyone else in the woods as well.
Going to the woods had been Sven’s one true source of comfort. It was only when she was alone and hiking in them did she feel like she could truly be at ease for a while, and that she was able to calm herself down. It provided a sanctuary where she didn’t have to worry about anyone else or the fact that with a wrong move, she could accidentally seriously hurt someone, or even worse, potentially kill them. Only when she was home would she be able to relax. She had spent most of the day in the forest, laying in the thick mossy carpet she had found a while ago. She could hear the distant sound of the waterfall, and even though she couldn’t sleep, it felt like she could rest.
Green eyes shot open when a new smell crossed her senses-- fresh blood. A fair amount of it too-- and it smelled so sweet. She sat up and looked around, her nerves buzzing with excitement at the prospect of having a fresh meal rather than the blood bags she had slowly been forcing herself to take. She sat up and quickly followed the scent of it, her body acting independently of her mind that held fear of what she would find. Finally, she could hear a heartbeat and movement in the woods, causing her to go low and quietly walk into the clearing of trees, her eyes locked on the person at first, and then to the hand that was bleeding, watching as droplets hit the ground, her nails sinking into her palms, her mouth opening to speak but unable to find the words.
