#polarsanity

[a-littlestarling]

polarsanity

Aryn didn’t even know where she was going ro what she was doing. Blood covered her, and she looked insane. Her hair was caked with blood, and it dripped down her arms. A definite bruise was starting for form over her right cheek, and her lip was busted on the left side.  Her beautiful dress that she had just gotten was now ruined, but that was besides the point.

Slowly, she made her way to the steps of the large house she finally saw. It was dark outside, and she walked this country road. She probably looked like some sort of lunatic. Slowly inching up the stairs, her bare feet left red footprints on the wood. She lifted her hand, her palm banging against the door, and she dropped her hand, unable to hold it, a smear of red traveling down the frame.

"Help," she whispered quietly, her eyes darting back and forth. She didn’t even know where she was. Her lower lip quivered, a red stained tear falling down her pink cheeks. "Help," she repeated.

When the door opened, she looked up, unable to see a face. “Please help,” she murmured, then the abyss came over her. As she fell, she only hoped the person didn’t call the police or something.

Ian jolted from leaning over the small fire, his body freezing at the sound of knocking at the door. Knocking at the door? What the hell was this formality? For a moment his gaze simply burned into it, watching and waiting before he could make out words from the other side. 

This wasn't a walker, but their voice seemed weak. Maybe they were bitten, or close to death through some other cause. His head screamed at him to ignore the sound, simply block it out and live another few days. But his heart, and the remaining humanity in it was stronger. Before he knew what he was doing he was up on his feet - albeit his gun was slung over his shoulder - and opening the door, immediately taking a wary step back. 

The girl was already on the floor before the male had time to react, but first his eyes scanned over her skin for a bite or a scratch - something that would get himself killed. But for now he couldn't see anything and besides, she was still alive. If he had to shoot her, he still had time. Crouching down briefly, one arm slipped under her knees while the other went around her middle, then he lifted her up and carried her inside quickly. 

Once she was closer to the fire it was easier to see the state of her and he grimaced, setting her down beside it gently. He stood right away though, the gun at his side. "Are you bit?" Ian simply asked, his voice not loud but firm and cautious. 

[deprivationem-archive]

Aryn / Alec (excuse me, couldn't resist //hides in corner//)

SEND ME A PAIR NAME AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK IT WOULD BE LIKE IF THEY HAD A CHILD.

NAME:  Natalie Elizabeth

GENDER:  Female

GENERAL APPEARANCE:  Long straight light blonde hair, petite build, short height

PERSONALITY:  Curious, always trying to learn something new

SPECIAL TALENTS:  Able to read an entire page in less than a second and comprehend all of it perfectly

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER:  Aryn

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE:  Aryn

PERSONAL HEAD CANON:  Natalie spends a ton of time outdoors and one time she actually forgot to come home and spent the night outside.

FACE CLAIM:

[falkenar-a]

                              [ polarsanity liked for a starter]

       Alistair wondered though a snow covered forest, the snow was almost up to his knees and had already wedged itself between his pant legs and the top of his boots. The snow clumps that were in his shoes did not bother him due to the fact that that his body was already at a low temperature. He looked back over his shoulder before returning back to the direction he was heading and continued on his way.

A few minutes passed and he noticed someone standing a fair distance away from him. They would have probably already noticed that he was there. Luckily they didn't turn to see him and before they would have, Alistair darted to his right and stood behind a tree. It wasn't much cover but it shielded him for the time being. Focusing his attention he pin pointed the stranger’s location being about thirty feet from him. They were still standing still, but not for long. He figured that if they both stood for any longer they would know that Alistair was there. Being that it was winter there wasn’t much cover to make a break for it.

[totalc0ntrol-blog]

There tended to be pain where there was also fun when it came to Valerie. Jumping from trees into the soft, plush grass had been harmless the first twenty times, but the twenty-first one was not. A little too overpowered and on the concrete she landed, directly on her elbow. The pain immediately shot through her, causing her eyes to water quite a bit.

Really, she wasn't necessarily sure where she was even supposed to go in order to get medical attention. With her unharmed arm, Valerie pushed herself up to her knees, and proceeded to stand. The blond was new to the area, and decided simply to hit the place closest to her to see if anyone could give her decent directions.

Not that it was a particularly bright idea, because she wasn't sure what she would've been walking into. This instance, the girl was headed into the Volterra castle, seeing as it was hardly two houses away from where she was. The castle was huge, and it lead her to believe that plenty of people would be there and most likely one of them would've been willing to help her.

Valerie took all of five minutes there, and an extra one bracing herself for whatever kindness or rudeness awaited her. With a soft shove, the door opened.

"Hello?" She called, poking her head into the doorway. "Anyone home?"