The Last of First

An Unlikely Meeting

ATTENTION: This is a roleplay between my friend and I and we though it would be nice to share it with other people. Perhaps if you guys think its good enough we'll turn it into a book. The both of us came up with a plot and have been changing our own ideas to fit with the others response. Hope you guys like it.

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"Marcy? MARCY!?"

The shrill voice rang out into the air as if it were the only sound to reach the open atmosphere in centuries. The only response to the panic induced call had been that of the harsh screeching of static. Small, brown hands fumbled for the nob on the device as he twisted it from right to left, then left to right.

"Marcy!? Can you hear me!? Say something, please!"

In the place of what should have been the soft but strict voice of the woman that Akain cared so deeply for was the continued chatter of an empty signal. The rough pads of his fingers began to work the nob once more, shifting it into all directions in search of his older sister's stern tone. On a normal occasion, Akain would have been sitting alone in a corner praying to God for the day that Marcy would return home from her evening hunt without any harm unto her, except for the loss of her ability to speak. Of course he had known that it was simply his sister's love and dedication that drove her to make strict, and even sometimes insane demands for he and his two younger sisters to follow, but honestly, Akain had been sure that he could probably live the rest of his life happy without the inconvenience of his older sister's bossy and down right paranoid ways to intervene.

But now he sat helpless in the patch of dirt just a few yards from their home, praying to hear anything. Just a single word.

"Mawcy," a small whimper echoed out from around the boy.

Akain turned his head to gaze down at the two younger girls at his side. The smallest one and also the youngest, Rain, sought after her stray tears with the edge of the oversize T-shirt she was currently wearing courtesy of Marcy. They hadn't been able to wash clothes yet, being that Marcy was spending more of her time attempting to bring home more food for them. For the past week, food had become very scarce. If they were lucky, a meal from Marcy's most crucial days of hunting would probably last them no more than the next meal for the day.

"It's okay, Rain" a comforting voice flowed out to wrap it's warmth around the younger, frightened girl.

May, the middle child of them all, used her almost bony arms to keep Rain locked in her bubble of comfort.

Though they were all very much different, it wouldn't be so hard to mistaken one for another by appearance value at first glance. Marcy made it a habit to keep all of their hair braided back into the style of cornrows, except for her own. As Marcy proclaimed, the style was to be 'protective' and assists in hair growth. Each of then wore their skin tight to their bones, evident of the many nights they had gone without eating due to the scarcity of the needed nutrition to survive. Their little brown lips were traced with the lines of dehydration, and their eyes could tell stories of their many sleepless nights.

They may not have been living the most lavish of lifestyles, or even the most healthy one at all, but complaining was never an option. Marcy never complained. Everyday she rose at dawn to go out into the barely lit world in hopes of finding a new way of survival for herself and her family. And no matter how the events of the day played out, she always made sure to be home before dusk, usually in time to feed, bath, and play with them before it was time for bed and the day began it's cycle anew.