[. lost warrior .]

[[. lennart .]]

The air screamed as a sharp blade cut through its nothingness. The silvery metal was still shiny. Nothing else was possible, of course. It had never been out of its sheath. Well, maybe once or twice, but only to show it to people and let them inspect the perfect craftsmanship. It had never been used, or anything like that. But fencing was the young man’s life. And going to university of course. But he could live without that. Being near the foil and not being able to his skill, now that was unbearable. He and a mate of his – who, surprisingly, was also into fencing – used to train together, and they had developed their own ‘dance’ as they had started calling it. Every time the same moves, no surprising the opponent anymore, but just – dancing. It was easier to dance without a partner than it was to try and practice fencing moves one by one. Well, it wasn’t necessarily easier, but more fun. It felt better, it was probably nicer to watch, and, well, the French actually didn’t know why he was dancing right now. He was just trying to think of a good explanation, but truth be told, there wasn’t any. The mind is a mystery.

A swoosh. Spinning round on his heels. Another silent scream. A statue stood on front of an ancient tree. A statue, breathing heavily. He was still in good shape, but without real food – the food he had always gotten in the restaurant he worked at – he grew tired in no time. Spheres with the colour of ice studied the blade, searching for dirt, or something else. When he didn’t see anything he let the foil slip into its sheath again. That was enough for today. And he had needed it. He had calmed down. So what if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere ? He felt as if he were able to handle anything right now. Or not. The glorious feeling soon faded away, and left a nineteen-year-old boy behind, staring at the same tree – hungry, weak, and lost. He still had a few cookies left, but hadn’t seen people for days, after that unfriendly girl who had been searching for a bottle of pills. And thus, he hadn’t eaten anything but cookies. Now, he loved cookies, but every day, without something else, that wasn’t fun.


-- ooc -- for Aeryn to reply to . . . --

[aeryn //]

A medium sized female could be seen rushing around frantically. She was getting upset now. No matter how far she walked all she saw was trees. And now, she thought that she was traveling in circles, and she was starting to get tired. The girl, whose name is Aeryn, finally stopped to catch her breath and then she heard it. She did not know what it was right away, but she was sure that she had heard it somewhere before. The female turned around to face the direction in which the noise had come from and she frowned almost at once. She indeed had heard the noise before, in movies. It was a sword. Not only was it a sowrd, but there was a male there as well. He looked alright, and seemed to be a few years older than Aeryn and she might have walked over there if he had not had the sword.

She had no idea what he was doing with it. In anything she had ever read or watched swords were used to kill things. Animals and humans. Aeryn's first thought was to run but she changed her mind when she saw he put it safely back into its sheath. She took a few steps toward the boy, not saying anything, she was too overcome with hunger and thirst that she probably couldn't speak even if she had wanted to. Aeryn stated to feel light headed and leaned against a nearby tree, still not saying anything to the male.



[ ello ]

[[. lennart .]]

-- hiiii --

He had never killed anyone or anything, ever. Lennart couldn’t even hurt a fly, unless he would be furious. And well, that was actually pretty close right now. The relaxation of the dancing gone now, left him behind the way he had been before he had started training today. Angry about this situation, and scared as well, though the anger made most of that invisible. But he would still never kill, that just wasn’t Lennart. Or would he ? Only time could, and hopefully would, tell.

Hearing sounds of someone approaching, he turned his skull into the direction as they stopped, and he spotted a younger female, a few years younger than he was, he guessed. It was a weird habit of him. Always guessing people’s age when meeting someone, or just seeing someone, like now. As she proceeding towards him again, he tilted his head a little bit to the right, looking at her through his bangs, and watched her leaning against a tree. The way she looked told Lennart she was probably in the same situation as he was – lost, and hungry, and very likely thirsty as well.

So she wouldn’t be able to help him, but company would be nice. If she wasn’t scared of him, for why hadn’t she come closer ? Maybe she had seen him training with the foil, and had started thinking strange things.

Hi . .

He said quietly to the female, staying where he was though, not a single muscle moving. He felt proud of himself, actually. Even though “hi” was only a two-letter-word, not the slightest French accent could be heard while speaking. Yet that might change pretty soon, if she would say anything back.

[aeryn //]

Aeryn took a few steps again, now almost face to face with this new person. She nodded her head after he had said "hi." This male seemed more friendly than the other one she had met and she had spoken to him a little so she decided she had to say - something -.

"Hi,"

She returned before her kisseres closed once again, Aeryn black out for a second, but it wasn't noticable. She guessed that the crackers she had eaten on the plane were no longer in her system. her stomach 'rumbled' and she blushed, a bit embarressed, even though the other person must feel the same way as her.

[[. lennart .]]

As the female replied with tones of her own, Lennart didn't know what to say anmore. That was always the hardest part. Meeting someone and saying hi was a piece of cake - oh great, he shouldn't have thought of that. He was hungry. He wanted cake. But cookies should do find too. - but then, after saying 'hi', then, the hard part came.

His hand wandered to his dark green hoodie's pocket, and closed around the almost empty packet of cookies. He had eaten a few already, and the packet hadn't been full when the plane had taken off. For then it wouldn't fit in his pocket. So he had gladly eaten quite a few to make the pakcet a bit smaller. He felt dirty. He had been wearing the same hoodie for two days now, and that usually wasn't a problem, but crashing down in a plane, being unconcious for who knows how long, lying on the ground, and fencing, aka dancing ? That made him feel really dirty.

Luckily the girl's rumbling stomach broke the silence, and his hand reappeared, holding a cookie, which he extended to her, tilting his skull a bit to the right, looking at her through his shaggy hair.

Cookie ?

Yay, another word without the damned accent. He was good. Oyah.

[aeryn //]

Aeryn nodded right away but she hesitated to take the cookie from him, it was his food. He had been smart enough to save some food and she hadn't. Slowly she reached her hand out to his and took it from him, taking very small bits, thinking it would last longer that way.

"Thank you."

She said before sitting down, she needed a rest.

[[. lennart .]]

A forced smile came across his maw and he nodded slightly, not taking a cookie himself. He didn't have to eat when he wasn't hungry, for he didn't know when he would be able to eat something else, and he didn't know till when the cookies would last.

You are welcome,

he spoke quietly after thinking a while about which words to use. But "you are welcome" was an easy English sentence, and he still knew that one from high school. He could say simple sentences, and hopefully would improve soon. Probably, seeing as there wouldn't be any other French survivors on this part of the lithosphere. A flight from Sydney to LA. All English people. Except for Lennart.