Wandering too far. [Open]

[Maku]

'The mud is so disgusting.' This was what Maku's mind had processed as an obvious statement. He was ankle deep in the mud of the lake. The rest of his leg, up to his knee, is caked with brown mud. He was more focused on trying to wash off the caked mud. Maku's clothes were clean, however, the blue, color splotched Tee- shirt and his beige shorts that has multiple, seemingly bulging pockets. He was just happy to know no one else was around to bother him. Maku thought it was a bit eerie, but gave the thought no attention. He would blink on occassion, his brown lashes flick and bat softly. The lapping of the lake shore was calm, it was unusual... But he knew better, slowly finding out almost everything was artificially made. The water was green blue, reflecting all the colors at the bottom of the lake. Maku's reflection was rippled, his brown eyes fading with the mud on the bottom. Maku put his hands in the cool water. It was pleasing, and he would swim if had the proper clothes. Maku looked around once more, just to make sure no one was around.

His fear of mutants still holds strong in his lead heart. He had such a hard time talking to anyone, even when getting food in lines. The thought that he is one of them and he is here with these 'freaks' made him sick. He was so scared from what might happened, and is always in a state of denial about his own abilities. He doesn't want to cope with his new place and world. And his fear and hate is easily readable across his face. His eyes just scream, 'I AM AFRAID!' His lip quiver says, 'I am weak..' His face, that blends and melds the paleness from fear and the rosiness of his life, whispers softly, 'I'll do anything, just don't hurt me.' Is he just scared of mutants, because he can't accept for who they are, or is he scared of what he might become with his mutated power.

Maku's appearance was what made him so easy to pick on in school. He was too blissfully ignorant to realize this, and too naive to think that this fact wouldn't follow him. He also reeks of being new. He knows that much. Everyone gives him looks, murmuring words like, "He's new.. That's Great. I bet he's dangerous.. He doesn't talk much... How long has he been here?.. I think I want to talk to him... He seems unusual. Just avoid him..." Maku would try to avoid wandering around, but he believes he should at least know what the place is like. The lake called out to him, but the mud didn't. He cleans up well, except for his legs, which stay the brown color. He stares off into the center of the lake, not really giving attention to anything else anymore. The soft wind brushes against his skin, turning a red from it's cool touch. Maku stands as if turning his back on the world, hugging his chest, a security comfort for himself.

[chesna]

Chesna had managed her way into the lake early in the day. It had been quiet then, empty. And it had been hot. She couldn't resist the water and she had managed to lounge for a good amount of time. Now though, she hid in water up to her nose, keeping her eyes set on the newcomer. She'd been too relaxed to notice any one creeping up on her. He hadn't seemed to have noticed her yet. If she could wait it out, he would leave without bothering her.

He. That was the scary part. She had no clue what he was capable of, but his gender instantly made him something to fear. She couldn't see his face from where she was. Was he frightening? Cruel? Even evil? She wouldn't doubt it. She'd never met a man who wasn't.

Well, perhaps one that she wouldn't call evil, but he was distant right now.

Chesna bobbed in the water a little bit. A mistake. The dark lake water streamed into her nose and down to her lungs, setting fire to her throat on the way. She starting coughing and hacking, struggling to stay afloat in the deep end. So much for remaining unseen. She managed to make her way over to a piece of ground that jutted out into the water; it was more grass than mud on this side. Holding herself still, she expelled the rest of the water from her body, her neck feeling as though it would burst as she did what was only natural.

Now, he would see her. Now, he would know that she'd been waiting, watching. He would be angry. What could she do?

[Maku]

Maku hears faint coughing.. It wakes him from his daydream that melded reality with imagination. He blinks.. And notices the woman crawling to land. Was she always there? Did he miss something? He blinks, squeezing his eyes shut to think. He wasn't this clumsy about his surroundings.

He curses rather loudly and picks up his feet to get away... Except, the mud was eating at his feet, sucking him back into the ground and causes him to trip and fall into the mud. He makes a pained face, yelling a slight profanity. "Dammit! Stupid mud!"

He wouldn't normally curse, but it's the situation, this place. It caused inner panic and fear. Now his blue shirt was blue and brown stained. His shorts looked like he was rolling in mud all day. He hated this messy look. Maku was having a difficult time trying to get away. Hand and knees in mud, he stays situated in the mud, its brown enveloping him and trying to consume his appendages. He was trying to escape the woman he knew nothing about. Maku despises Mutants, no matter how human they are. To him, they are Mutants, freaks, and will always run to avoid them. But he was just like them. Just another... Freak This conflicting hatred of himself and fear of what lies buried in him creates an irrational mindset all the time.

He is stuck, and cannot writhe himself out of the mud. To him, it was a curse. He believes he will now be killed where he lies. Maku believes that killing him off would be good for anyone except him. Who ever does the task would be seen as cruel, but be left alone. Fear and respected.. Maku's mind was twisted with agonizing fear. And she. She was a very decent distance away. It wouldn't take her much time to reach him. The unknowns of everything and Maku lieing in the mud meant to him... 'I'm dead...'

[chesna]

Having hoisted herself up onto the land, wearing not much of anything, Chesna caught her breath until she went back to normal. Well, what she was now accustomed to being normal. The air still burned as it went down into her lungs and too much at once threw her into a frenzy of coughs. Sitting on the half-grass, half-mun embankment that contained the lake, Chesna was more concerned for the man who had frightened her in the first place. From this distance, watching him flail about, he seemed... mad. Not angry. Insane. What in world was he doing?

In her head, she could see him... Him, not him. She saw the way she wanted him to think of her. He wouldn't much approve of her cowering away from some one who seemed so frantic. Even without her powers back and even with her heart quivering between her lungs, she needed to be the woman he expected her to be once her voice had returned. She stood, watching a little longer.

She had to be the strong woman who was worth worrying about. She wanted to be some one that men looked at and feared. She wanted to be like the sirens she had gained her alias from. Her lip twitched. What could she do now though? She was still weak. He had even told her not to bother until she had regained her powers. Even if this thing across the lake from her was insane, he could probably rip her apart and she would be defenseless.

But her feet carried her anyway. She was still dripping with lake water, slick enough that the mud couldn't grab hold of her. Her body was barely covered; as it would turn out, undergarments functioned well as a swimsuit when you didn't own one of your own. She kept her distance, but she wanted to get a closer view of what was going on. To gauge his reaction to her would be even better. If worst came to worst, she was sure that her fight or flight instincts would kick in on time. It had never failed her before.

[Maku]

With his hands and feet stuck in the mud, Maku holds himself up on all fours. He has mud clinging to every part of him except his face. He looks down into the mud, a drop of sweat hanging off his chin. His hair was wet with sweat and he had definately worked himself too hard. Maku felt weak and thought he wasn't going to live for much longer. He felt like he was already dead. He turns his head to look at the woman. Maku still distrusted her and all the other mutants, and he noticed her standing a few feet away. His lack of energy caused him to see things blurry. He thought he saw a wicked look on her face and his own face contorted into a look of fear and dismay. His young face wrinkled in places for the first time, thinking he was staring at his death. She could have seen his fear if she looked for it, and he knew it. He was weighed down by his fear and the world was crushing into him.

The excess mud was sinking Maku down. He couldn't hold himself up much longer and falls into the mud, limp and tired. Maku can't move. He can't think. He can't see. He whispers into the mud, "Will this be my demise?"

He couldn't help but notice the woman at first. But now he was desperate. He didn't want to drown in mud, but he didn't want to die at all. He had to take a chance, and risk it. He yelled out the best he could, but it was soft with his lack of energy. "Please... Help!..."