Post by BlacKitten on Jan 23, 2020 23:26:06 GMT -5
Pluto - 16Fingers interlocked with one another with the palms facing upwards and the thumbs gently touching by their tips. Hands centered, resting on his crisscrossed legs. His arms formed an arc, sinking his shoulders and elbows. His spine was straightened with an upright posture. His chin was tucked ever so slightly. His teeth gently clenched, closing his jaw. His eyes were softly closed. His breath reached deep into his lower abdomen with each breath taking over half a minute to complete. He was motionless like a statue with a mind emptied of thoughts.
The presence of Ara and Rebecca sleeping nearby felt soothing to him as he could always feel them being safe and sound. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was reciprocated. The girls could feel safe enough to casually sleep because of the faith they had in Pluto’s will to protect them. As long as they were close by, they believed that no one on this island could harm them.
The meditating boy had been silently training by extending the limits of his senses, stretching them far beyond the boundary of the bar.
As hours pass by, approaching sunrise more and more, a presence began approaching their hideout. It was a man who stepped inside the bar, asking if the dwellers were feeling rested.
Slowly, Pluto opened his eyes as if easing his way out of a trance. His little sister remained asleep, resting her head against his lap with the cloak covering over her body. Without his cloak, his forearm protectors and shin guards were exposed. On one of the tables, there were a stack of three trays and one empty one. Three empty plates were left on the table along with spoons and forks. Near empty glasses of water settled on the surface. There was a scrunched up black apron lying on the floor, discarded yet had the red insignia on it if straightened out. Two additional aprons were splayed out next to the table where a large stash of food piled on top, revealing fresh loafs of bread, red and green apples, bananas, orange juice, salsa, cheese, butter, containers of chicken wings, rice, cooked fish, and yogurt. There was enough food to last a small family for a few days.
Clearly, something had happened during Isaac’s absence for there to be so much food.
“Well, if I were to rate my past condition to be around 5%, then my current state is around 20%,” he gave a quantifiable percentage of his level of recovery, speaking a soft tone to allow the girls to continue to sleep. He was by no means at his peak condition, but a decent meal and some meditation had jumpstarted his healing process.
Casting a calm, lethargic glance towards the ex-marine’s direction, he asked in a monotonous voice, “So, what have you been up? Learned anything new?”
Time: 5:05 AM