PavellumPendulum
honey believe me, ill have your heart on a platter
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Outskirts of Aurora. 7:34 PM. Cloudy, darkened skies, chilling winds.
The air smelled of rain. The world had been washed, purified by the water that had drizzled Aurora, though the thickening anxiety and dread that had settled over the town across the past few months held stiff between the townsfolk. It could be anyone. An acquaintance. A coworker. A friend. A family member. A lover. People disappeared without a trace, without saying goodbye, without ceremony and without closure for those left behind. No bodies to bury, no evidence to collect. The sheriff's office had been inundated with complaints biweekly, tearful parents slamming doors and shrieking about the lack of action, concerned neighbours wondering when they would be receiving answers. Sheriff Hartman remained tightlipped, but the dark circles under his eyes spoke volumes. There was no escape from gossip in a town where everyone knew each other. The disappearances chipped at Aurora, day in and day out.
The people grew restless. They held town hall meetings with the mayor. They set up a volunteer nightwatch with the help of those working at the sheriff's office. They kept an eye out for suspicious behaviour, anything and everything that could point them in the right direction. Tonight was another night of trying to find answers. Another search party in the dark, this time with a larger radius, and even more volunteers. Most people were off of work now, making their way out to the northern outskirts of the village, towards the denser parts of the forest, as well as Stony River. Everyone was exhausted by their anger, but what else could they do besides search and give their time, despite never finding any semblance of good news?
Hopelessness weaved its way between the search party members, many in rainjackets and boots, feeling their feet sink into the wet dirt, the earth welcoming them outside. Large flashlights were distributed to groups and everyone was given a whistle, to blow if they found something or if they were in need of help. In the front of the pack was the volunteer leader of the week: Mitena Ironblanket.
MITENA IRONBLANKET
Hunter, leatherworker & helicopter parent
Interactions: Jeremiah @Jenamos , Noah @MiharuAya
They felt physically ill.
The past two weeks had been their own personal hell, perhaps for something they'd done. Perhaps they had done wrong in their lives, a debt that remained a void, needing to be filled in order for the universe to move on. But why punish Pala? Mitena held their shawl tighter around their shoulders, hoping that the comforting warmth of it would banish the nausea growing in the back of their throat, but it did no such thing. In fact, it only made things worse. They thought of the times Pala asked about the symbols embroidered into the wool, carefully beaded images of birds and cyclic life, in repetition along the length of it. They thought about their parents and how they'd failed them, by letting Pala out of their sight. The boy did not know any better. Mitena had no doubt that the earth was merciful, that nature did not mean to cause them harm, but they would admit that they felt shaken to the core.
They glanced at the people already gathered, seeing others continue to join the steadily growing crowd. The townsfolk exchanged pleasantries, but no one seemed particularly happy to be out in the cold. Mitena chewed on the inside of their cheek, feeling the tender flesh ache between their teeth. That was a bad habit that they'd adopted under all of the stress. It was one that they were hoping would disappear once Pala returned.
"Is everyone ready?" Mitena called out, looking over the crowd, voice soft but clear. "We'll search in groups of three and four, covering the whole forest, past Stony River. Once you hit the edge of the forest with your group, turn back. We'll meet back here in around an hour."
It really wasn't necessary to explain, Mitena knew. Many of these people had been in previous search parties. They looked to their own group now, Jeremiah and Noah. The first they knew well, but the second? Not as much. Truthfully, despite being very spiritual, Mitena shied away from organized religion, not really feeling like it was for them. "Is the flashlight working?" they asked Jeremiah, who had been assigned to holding it.
The air smelled of rain. The world had been washed, purified by the water that had drizzled Aurora, though the thickening anxiety and dread that had settled over the town across the past few months held stiff between the townsfolk. It could be anyone. An acquaintance. A coworker. A friend. A family member. A lover. People disappeared without a trace, without saying goodbye, without ceremony and without closure for those left behind. No bodies to bury, no evidence to collect. The sheriff's office had been inundated with complaints biweekly, tearful parents slamming doors and shrieking about the lack of action, concerned neighbours wondering when they would be receiving answers. Sheriff Hartman remained tightlipped, but the dark circles under his eyes spoke volumes. There was no escape from gossip in a town where everyone knew each other. The disappearances chipped at Aurora, day in and day out.
The people grew restless. They held town hall meetings with the mayor. They set up a volunteer nightwatch with the help of those working at the sheriff's office. They kept an eye out for suspicious behaviour, anything and everything that could point them in the right direction. Tonight was another night of trying to find answers. Another search party in the dark, this time with a larger radius, and even more volunteers. Most people were off of work now, making their way out to the northern outskirts of the village, towards the denser parts of the forest, as well as Stony River. Everyone was exhausted by their anger, but what else could they do besides search and give their time, despite never finding any semblance of good news?
Hopelessness weaved its way between the search party members, many in rainjackets and boots, feeling their feet sink into the wet dirt, the earth welcoming them outside. Large flashlights were distributed to groups and everyone was given a whistle, to blow if they found something or if they were in need of help. In the front of the pack was the volunteer leader of the week: Mitena Ironblanket.
Mitena, Jeremiah @Jenamos , Noah @MiharuAya
Amber @TerraBooma , Piper @Hecatoncheires , Cheshire @Hillvale
Victor @MaryGold , Dominic @Jenamos , Sebastion @MiharuAya , Abigail @Kuno
Amber @TerraBooma , Piper @Hecatoncheires , Cheshire @Hillvale
Victor @MaryGold , Dominic @Jenamos , Sebastion @MiharuAya , Abigail @Kuno
MITENA IRONBLANKET
Hunter, leatherworker & helicopter parent
Interactions: Jeremiah @Jenamos , Noah @MiharuAya
They felt physically ill.
The past two weeks had been their own personal hell, perhaps for something they'd done. Perhaps they had done wrong in their lives, a debt that remained a void, needing to be filled in order for the universe to move on. But why punish Pala? Mitena held their shawl tighter around their shoulders, hoping that the comforting warmth of it would banish the nausea growing in the back of their throat, but it did no such thing. In fact, it only made things worse. They thought of the times Pala asked about the symbols embroidered into the wool, carefully beaded images of birds and cyclic life, in repetition along the length of it. They thought about their parents and how they'd failed them, by letting Pala out of their sight. The boy did not know any better. Mitena had no doubt that the earth was merciful, that nature did not mean to cause them harm, but they would admit that they felt shaken to the core.
They glanced at the people already gathered, seeing others continue to join the steadily growing crowd. The townsfolk exchanged pleasantries, but no one seemed particularly happy to be out in the cold. Mitena chewed on the inside of their cheek, feeling the tender flesh ache between their teeth. That was a bad habit that they'd adopted under all of the stress. It was one that they were hoping would disappear once Pala returned.
"Is everyone ready?" Mitena called out, looking over the crowd, voice soft but clear. "We'll search in groups of three and four, covering the whole forest, past Stony River. Once you hit the edge of the forest with your group, turn back. We'll meet back here in around an hour."
It really wasn't necessary to explain, Mitena knew. Many of these people had been in previous search parties. They looked to their own group now, Jeremiah and Noah. The first they knew well, but the second? Not as much. Truthfully, despite being very spiritual, Mitena shied away from organized religion, not really feeling like it was for them. "Is the flashlight working?" they asked Jeremiah, who had been assigned to holding it.
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