Alex Amore
Savor the Storm Prt 3
Taken on the Isle of Grace...
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Salt%20Water/62/21/22
Story/RP by Ahn and myself..
This was just not even close to anything Roman had ever had to deal with before. His people tended to try and keep him away from things that resembled stress or real danger and so for several moments he just stood there, rooted in place in shock and indecision. Then with a hard shake of his head, he got ahold of himself and took some action. Running down the stairs he grabbed the portable spotlight and a lifesaver ring on rope from the wall and headed out to the peak of land to look for swimmers. All the while, the fog horn sounded its sad song.
The waves and winds made for an unlikely ally, moving him along the edges of the currents instead of pulling him under this time. The bright yellow poncho played peek-a-boo with the water’s surface as he was being dragged along into shallow waters, occasionally hitting against the rocky edges of the natural landscape until the sea finally tired of him and spit him up on shore with a hefty push to land.
Roman was watching the sea for survivors, spotlight lifted high to light as far out as he could. He was not looking for a body on the pebble strewn sand until he tripped over one, literally. With a startled wuff of breath, he fell to one knee, the light flying out of his grasp and rolling off over the sand where it winked out, broken. Leaving him in darkness. In the moments it took for his eyes to adjust he ran his hands over the still, sodden form. “Hello?’ Cool slender fingers found the stranger's throat, feeling for life. “Are you still in there?”
There was the faintest of pulses few and far between. Even in his ‘dreams’ he was swimming. No, not swimming, sinking. He couldn’t see anything but there was light that was fading the further he sunk until there was nothing left but the darkness to surrender to.
Alive! Full of seawater but still alive. This was one of the few emergencies Roman knew how to handle himself, it would be true foolishness to live on an island and not know how to deal with drowning. With a decisive move, he flipped the man over and started forcing out the seawater.
(to be continued)
Savor the Storm Prt 3
Taken on the Isle of Grace...
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Salt%20Water/62/21/22
Story/RP by Ahn and myself..
This was just not even close to anything Roman had ever had to deal with before. His people tended to try and keep him away from things that resembled stress or real danger and so for several moments he just stood there, rooted in place in shock and indecision. Then with a hard shake of his head, he got ahold of himself and took some action. Running down the stairs he grabbed the portable spotlight and a lifesaver ring on rope from the wall and headed out to the peak of land to look for swimmers. All the while, the fog horn sounded its sad song.
The waves and winds made for an unlikely ally, moving him along the edges of the currents instead of pulling him under this time. The bright yellow poncho played peek-a-boo with the water’s surface as he was being dragged along into shallow waters, occasionally hitting against the rocky edges of the natural landscape until the sea finally tired of him and spit him up on shore with a hefty push to land.
Roman was watching the sea for survivors, spotlight lifted high to light as far out as he could. He was not looking for a body on the pebble strewn sand until he tripped over one, literally. With a startled wuff of breath, he fell to one knee, the light flying out of his grasp and rolling off over the sand where it winked out, broken. Leaving him in darkness. In the moments it took for his eyes to adjust he ran his hands over the still, sodden form. “Hello?’ Cool slender fingers found the stranger's throat, feeling for life. “Are you still in there?”
There was the faintest of pulses few and far between. Even in his ‘dreams’ he was swimming. No, not swimming, sinking. He couldn’t see anything but there was light that was fading the further he sunk until there was nothing left but the darkness to surrender to.
Alive! Full of seawater but still alive. This was one of the few emergencies Roman knew how to handle himself, it would be true foolishness to live on an island and not know how to deal with drowning. With a decisive move, he flipped the man over and started forcing out the seawater.
(to be continued)