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————>> @pacifiisticrun

luck was a quality the teenager clearly was incapable of possessing. he had been watching his brother while his parents were away on a business trip. greg, of course, insisted that they go on a walk through the woods. wirt, on the contrary, promptly declined-- after all, what good was walking around aimlessly? there was nothing to gain except a giant headache.  however, greg was probably just as persistent as wirt was, perhaps even more so than wirt, given the fact that greg was still a kid. so, reluctant and already regretting his decision, the brunet decided to take him on a walk. 

they traveled for a while, greg talking loudly about nothing remotely interesting. wirt hadn’t been paying too much attention to where they were going, or even if they had been following a proper trail with landmarks. the walk just continued to steep higher, and higher, and higher...  the next course of events proved to be disastrous-- greg had tripped on a rock, causing him to bump into wirt, thus making wirt fall into a pit that had been cleverly covered with forest foliage and branches.  somehow he was still alive. bruised, yes, and his ankle was rather swollen, but alive.  at first, he panicked. a lot. much more than any teenager should, really. but then, as he wandered about, trying to find his way out, he only found himself growing more and more...frustrated.

nobody seemed to be of any fair help. first the talking flower, then these...strange creatures that somehow knew english, it was all too bizarre and quite frankly wirt didn’t want to deal with any of this. he didn’t ask to be stuck on a pilgrimage for home, and he certainly was no protagonist. all he wanted to do was find the closest exit. 

eventually-- somehow-- he came across what he hoped to be a human. they were very small, probably around greg’s age, if wirt had to take a guess. they didn’t seem too excited to see him when he approached them. in fact, they didn’t fully express any emotion at all. they just kind of...stared. wirt tried to ignore this fact-- he was too focused on the task at hand.

           ❛  Hey, ah. Kid. I don’t suppose you happen to know a way out of here, do you?...I, don’t exactly know where I am, and I need to go home, right away. So if you could maybe draw up a map, or even write down some directions, that would be really great. ’ 

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————>> @perignotus​

            ❛ Look, ah...Beatrice. ’

there’s a pause on the brunet’s behalf as he forced himself to look over at the girl, gaze just a bit below her eye level. even as he directly spoke to her, the teen didn’t seem too fazed by this, preoccupied with the cell phone in her hands that looked like it was straight out of 2006. a hand lifts, and he habitually adjusted the collar of his sweater, as if that would help relieve some of the tension. for a moment, he felt an ounce of sympathy-- it must suck to spend an entire afternoon in a library with the local geek. not to mention it was a perfect 76 degrees with only a hint of clouds sprawled across the sky; any sane person would prefer to be anywhere but here. then wirt suddenly remembered the full circumstance, and he clenched his jaw, trying to keep a stern expression on his face. his teacher warned him that it would be hard to tutor beatrice, and to make sure that she focused on the studies. after all, her grades were literally on the line right now...if he couldn’t help her, then he too would seem like a failure, and that was not an option for him.

            ❛ I get it, studying isn’t fun, like. At all. But you still need to pay attention...it’s not that hard, really. Just simple memorization. ’