THE RIVER

[sparednothing]

[YOU CHOSE THE RIVER ROUTE Too bad, Mama decides to give this group chase. There's a cave up ahead, a small waterfall partially concealing the entrance, but it should provide safe cover, if you can make it]

[[ooc: The chase | The cave | Day three OOC post | Plot Hub]]

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[youfallback]

[The slap connects with her face and it's like a booming stereo is suddenly silenced. Her ears ring and she shudders for a moment at the sudden return to reality. They're in a cave. There's a waterfall. There's a dinosaur outside. The Director isn't anywhere nearby.

She doesn't answer him at first, instead just standing there and letting the rest of reality wash back over her like a cool breeze. It's relieving, really, to have all of that anger gone.

Even if it meant that he had to slap her.] She died a long time ago.

[encryptedlock]

[Well. At least she's not yelling at him anymore. York blinks at the sudden change in her expression, but maybe sometimes you really do have to slap people to get them out of hysteria.]

I think you're a little confused.

[If she came from the Mother of Invention crash, Tex wouldn't die for a long time yet. Also, she's here on the island right now.]

[youfallback]

No, I'm not. [Her voice is deadly calm and she's still not looking at him. It's difficult to even think about Allison, what with every time she barely thinks the name there's an echo in her head. Like a drop into water.]

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, you are. [Now sounding tired more than mad.] I did go to war. I did look for you.

And I did die instead of her.

[youfallback]

I'm not talking about you. [She's sane enough to at least recognize that much. She's sane, but she's tired. Immensely tired. From the adrenaline crash, from the sudden loss of her anger, from the sudden clarity that York had been right and her father hadn't been anything like the man she thought he'd been.]

[encryptedlock]

[He just blinks at her a couple of times. See, this is why he has trouble with her.]

...Right.

["Who were you talking to then?" is warring with "Why are you calling Tex by her real name?", but rather than start another fight, York will just turn to leave again.]

[youfallback]

[She sees him moving away again and despite the urge to remind him to go away, she doesn't. The fatigue settles in on her bones again and she heads in the opposite direction to find a place to sit down. While she's grateful he still hasn't figured things out, another part of her muses that it would just be easier at this point for someone to know, anyone to know.

Or maybe it would easier to just look psychotic to anyone who walked by.

Sending out enough psychotic loner bitch vibes would at least protect her.]