The Power of Stupid
The Power of Stupid
~~A Camp Willow Story~~
Players
- Aibne
- Rorri
- Zephyr
<----> Camp Willow - Residential Clearing <---->
This area is a large clearing that was out in the forests, with a few trees growing up out of it at random places. These trees have been recently cut down, and their stumps removed. Most of the wood that was here, and on the pathway has most likely been used for the newly erected buildings. Some of the homes aren't finished yet, though a small amount have been recently finished and are up for use. A pile of planked woods lays stacked nearby, and is usually covered up with a tarp to protect it from the weather. There is a small building erected, which has been hastily made and is most likely only temporary, houses the tools and implements used to build the houses. In the center of the clearing is a newly made well, for the beasts here to gather water from to use for whatever they need it for.
Aibne has been inside his cabin the past couple days and is starting to get very annoyed. He has gone from cussing and screaming at the top of his lungs, to now being quiet for a couple reasons, his throat hurts and he has calmed down somewhat. He has one paw cuffed to his bed so he didn't try to leave the camp and he only sees the others when it's time for them to bring him his meals. Well, least they are still feeding him.
The sun is hidden on this early morning, obscured by the mist that fills the camp, a hazy gray that drips occasionally with the drizzle of rain. Through this comes Rorri, headed to Aibne's cabin, a small, personal sized pot of porridge clutched between his paws, a pair of towels dampening the heat of the cast iron. He nods to the guard at the door, who turns a key in a rather large padlock to let him in. Stepping through, the short otter glances about warily, locating Aibne on the bed and watching him suspiciously. "Porridge," he announces, holding up the pot for the other otter to see.
Aibne nods simply, he speaks"Guess is breakfast time then huh. So..how long are they keeping me locked up, I have to get out of here, thar are vermin to kill out there or did you not know that?"
"Till th' Skipper makes up 'er mind what t' do with your lousy hide," Rorri replies disdainfully, apparently having failed to forgive Aibne for his swing at the Camp's leader. "Here's yer porridge." He plops it down on the floor and nudges it close enough to the bed with his foot. "'sides, we ain't killin' them if they ain't killin' us. More to life than /killin'/ folks."
Aibne gets the porridge and spoon and starts eatting it. After a few mouth fulls he speaks again, "Vermin don't deserve to live, any vermin seeing as vermin are the reason my sister died. And what is de skipper doing hmmm? Sitting around while certain vermin go unpunished?"
"She /tried/ t' save y'r sister, Aibne," Rorri replies, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorpost. "We all did. I was out lookin' same as you, with th' Skipper. Y'got no right t' blame 'er for this."
Aibne narrows his eyes, it's clear he is still upset. He eats the rest of his meal in silence before finally speaking again."She could of tried harder. I should of just tried to find them myself, but I wanted to be here for the funeral" He frowns and sighs saddly, depression is still clearly there as well.
"She /tried./ That's more'n most would've done, an' she don't deserve t' be treated like she's t' blame f'r what happened." Rorri's scowl suggests little sympathy for the other otter, perhaps overridden by his treatment of Zephyr. "'Sides, /you're/ th' one that let Mint wander off."
Aibne glares at the other otter, if he wasn't cuffed to the bed he would try to charge him,"Don't you DARE go blaiming me. I wasn't the only one thar to watch her and me and a couple others were gathering berries and watercress for the camp, you know food for winter storage. I also managed to bring back a small berry bush, barely grown yes, but it will grow in a..well by n this upcoming spring or next summer"
"Don't /you/ go blamin' /my/ Skipper f'r y'r own mistakes," Rorri growls back, straightening up from the doorpost and curling his paws into fists. "She tried t' help you 'cause she's decent and good, an' all you did was take a swing at 'er. It ain't right, fancy little bush or no."
Aibne shakes his head, "So..at the time I felt like punching someone and she was closer at the time. I do remember it didn't manage to connect and someone else knocked me out..so was that right?"
"You say these vermin need t' be punished, an' you got no problem tryin' t' punch them as want t' help ye." Rorri shakes his head as well, beginning to realize that there's actually a brick wall chained to that bed and his words are getting him nowhere. "We stopped y' from 'urtin' someone cause you was /tryin'/ t' 'urt someone. Not just for bein' alive an' angry."
Aibne lunges forwards and is stopped by teh cuffed paw, he glares at the cuffed paw and then sits down on the bed and faces away from the other otter. Its clear this otter has changed and his personity has been darkened, and its hard to say for how long he will be like this or if it will only get worse.
Rorri takes a step back as the furious Aibne suddenly lunges forward, one arm half-lifting to defend himself before the cuff snaps him back. "Y'r 'opeless," he decides, shaking his head with disgust and turning to go. "Y'r sister would be afraid of you," he calls over his shoulder as the guard closes the door and the lock slides home, not waiting to see what sort of violent reaction his comment will spark. "That one's trouble," he remarks to the guard.
Nodding in agreement, the guard gives the door another look before turning to Rorri. "Shame," he agrees, tucking the key into a pouch at his waist. "Seemed like a good egg before everything 'appened with 'is sister."
Rorri shakes his head again, his paws falling to his hips. "I can't understand it. I've tried t' understand, but I can't. We tried t' /help./ An' he turned on us. Like someone taken with th' White Madness." The smaller otter releases a sigh, dropping his paws to his sides. "Any idea what Skip wants t' do with 'im?"
Luddo, the guard, shakes his head, setting his javelin back against the side of the cabin. "Y'got me, mate," he replies, spreading his paws. "We're watchin' 'im in shifts, makin' sure 'e don't try nothin' dumb." Never underestimate the power of stupid, after all.
"Never underestimate th' power of stupid," Rorri warns, giving a weather eye to the locked door. "If anyone's gonna try somethin' dumb..." he trails off, then gives a short nod and shoves a finger at the door. "It's 'im."
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