Post by crayola1 on Jul 24, 2010 14:14:43 GMT -5
RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL
→ SHE CALLS OUT TO THE MAN ON THE STREET HE PRETENDS HE CAN'T HEAR HER
OH THINK TWICE CAUSE IT'S ANOTHER DAY FOR YOU AND ME IN PARADISE OH THINK TWICE ←
Rain. Raquelle’s hands went to the top of her head, as if to protect her hair from the rain. It was muscle memory from when she was her old self. . . the girl who lived in California and had a good life and the product to make her hair look nice. Now it was tangled in some places and sticking out in odd directions. It was up in a pony-tail at the moment to make it look at least somewhat presentable, but if you were observant you could easily tell that she hadn’t washed her hair in a few days. She was usually able to find someplace to wash the dirt off her body, but she didn’t have any shampoo or anything.
Mal handed Raquelle his jacket, and she looked at it, ready to deny it and tell him that she would be fine and that he would need it, but he was already insisting for her to take it. She just nodded and slipped her arms through the holes and it settled around her shoulders, hanging a little low on her. Mal was bigger than her so it made sense that the jacket would be too big for her. But it was incredibly warmer than the flimsy jacket she was wearing. “Thank you,” she said with a forced smile, pulling the jacket close to her and pulling the hood of her own jacket over her head to keep that part of her body dry, too. She had heard somewhere that you lost the majority of your body heat through your head.
The young girl looked around. “Are we going to walk through the rain?” she asked, looking up at her new companion for a moment. However, she felt silent when she saw that he seemed to be concentrating. Not wanting to bother him, Raquelle just wrapped her arms around herself, letting go of Mal so that she could keep herself warm. She was feeling a lot warmer than she thought she would in the rain, but she figured it was the jacket. Plus, there was such a thing as warm rain, wasn’t there?
Mal finally came to whatever conclusion he had been trying to come to and announced that there was a ten minutes’ walk away from where they were standing. Raquelle looked up at him incredulously. “How could you know that? I thought you were lost up here, too,” she asked, suddenly suspicious. She took an unconscious step away from him and looked up at him with her head low. Was this some sort of trick? She peered through the trees to see if she could see what he was talking about, but she couldn’t see anything past the thick foliage.
→ BLISTERS ON THE SOLES OF HER FEET SHE CAN'T WALK BUT SHE'S TRYING ←
→ STARRING Malcolm
→ COUNTING 454
→ LOCATION Lost
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Phil Collins