Whose been sleeping in my hammock?

[Merelan]

OOC:

This thread is just for Anakin and myself, at least for now it is. Please enjoy!!!
Marga a 26 year old woman. Stands 5'3" 100 pounds. Small boned, with long brown hair and glasses. Grey eyes and a crooked smile. her personality you will have to discover herself.
IC:
God how stupid. A shortcut, yep, sure. A shortcut that now had her hopelessly lost, with night coming on. Wandering through the woods at the park had been fun, when she stuck to the trails. But as soon as she decided to cut through a section here she was. Now if she only knew where that was. Just when hope had left she stumbled on, literaally, a hammock. Strung here in the freaking middle of no where. Picking herself off the ground she looked around, but the last of the suns rays were slipping fast away. Damn it. Well. Hell. Wander in the dark and fall over a cliff? Or stay here in this hammock. Was it safe? how long had it
even been here? Great, my lick it will be rotted and fall halfway throught the night. but halfway was better then sleeping on the ground. Curling up in it and digging in my pack for the last of my candybars. Laying there hoping and praying like hell that there really weren't any dangerous animals around, like the Ranger at the Park had stated. Watching the stars, well, thats what I had
come to the park to do, but from the warmth and security of my tent and sleeping bag. Not some hammock strung by some wild man. My imagination took over, now I was hearing sounds around me, the sounds of waking nightlife. But I was safe.
Slowly the sliver of moon rose, not illuminating much, but keeping me company as I slid off.
Little did I know how close i was when I said a wild man had strung the hammock here. Or how close he was, his cabin not 20 feet away, hidden in the trees. The night passed as our heroine, victim, slept, unaware of company as it approached.

 

[Anakin20]

Wild Man?

A long time ago, desperate to purge the visions of battles - long since fought - from my head, I had secluded myself in my cabin in the wilderness. Its looks from the outside were decrepit and nondescript, and in a myriad of disguises I would enter town to collect supplies.
Thanks to the Internet, I was a writer. I had a few books, based on my special ops experiences, in the best seller lists. I wrote under so many pseudonyms, I had a list on my hard drive. The success of my books had helped me disappear into my 'cabin' which was now a three-level bunker from which I lived.
But I had never had much encounter with women lately. Until now. One was in my hammock.
I climbed the large sequoia next to my cabin, and moved from tree to tree until I was in one of the trees the hammock was strung to.
Beautiful. What was she doing out here? I would watch and see.

 

[Merelan]

The rising sun awoke me and I turned in the hammock, stiff, not remembering where I was at first. At some point I had taken off my glasses, without them I am pretty darn blind. Laying there I remembered. Silently thanking whomever had strung up the hammock. It was a bit chilly but I didn't want to stir. The peaceful sounds of nature's morning filling me. The breeze lightly swinging me a bit. Stretching and trying to unkink my muscles. What? A cabin, not 20 feet away. Thank God. Maybe someone left a map or something. Slowly I got up..
crunch..
Shit. Dropping to my knees I fumble and emerge holding my broken glasses. Jesus, could it have gotten any worse. All I needed now was a thunderstorm and my wildman himself to show up. Tired still, desperately hungry and now almost blind I stand there. Flinging them to the ground I am crying, frustrated. Taking a deep breath, now only the cabin can save me. In the woods already lost, blind is my death sentence. It was this way, carefully I walk, only able to see things as blobs until I am liteally on them, feeling my way. There. The large dark blob is the cabin, it has to be. Stumbling I hit the wall. Yes. In tears again, feeling my way around the wall.
Ouch, shit. A splinter from the roughness. No matter. I need a door. There, my feet hit steps. please don't be locked. No, unlocked. Who would break in way out here?
Breaking the silence. "Thank you Wildman for your cabin, and for the hammock last night." Then knocking, feeling like a fool, I enter. Unable to see anything, feeling my way around. But this isn't dirty or abandoned. Maybe its an observation cabin for the rangers?
"Wildman, are you here? please. Help me once more Wildman. And I will be on my way. No one knows I am even here, and I won't tell anyone. please." Sinking to my knees I realize just how helpless I am.
"No one knows where I am and no one will miss me for days. God. I could disappear off the face of the planet and no one would ever know where I went."

 

[Anakin20]

I hear her pleas and something twinges in that organ that I thought might be dead. (no, the heart, silly people)
I had followed her from the hammock to the cabin, watching her stumble around blindly. I stood in the doorway as she knelt down, pleading and finally said, "This wildman you keep asking for. Tell me about him, what you expect..."

 

[Merelan]

I jump at the sound of the voice. The tears flowing faster, on my knees still.
"Please. Oh God. I am so lost, and I broke my glasses and now I am blind. And noe one knows where I am. help me." Looking wildly around for him, but I cannot see him, there. In the doorway clockign the light. I squint and try, but am unable.
"Please." Knowing I must look totally helpless and foolish on my knees in his cabin, begging for help. My bottom lip trembling, one hand stretched out to him.

 

[Anakin20]

Matt

I reach out my hand to her and help her to her feet.
"First of all, relax, you are safe, I'm not going to hurt you. I am surprised to see someone out this far, you are obviously lost."

 

[Merelan]

"Yes, so lost and i broke my glasses." Sobbing I collapsed in his arms. Myine wrapping around him. So happy to find someone, anyone. Laying my head on his shoulder I cry out my frustration as his gentle hands sooth me by stroking my back. Faintly I am aware of a tingling, a stirring. Pulling away I look down.
"Please. I am so lost, and sorry. Is this your place? Are you my Wildman?"

 

[Anakin20]

I chuckled, a deep throaty sensation that hadn't been felt in a while.
"I don't know how 'wild' I am, my dear. This is my place, yes, and let's see if we can't get your glasses repaired to that your pretty eyes can see. I was about to make breakfast, so we'll go below and have some."
I lead her to the rickety-looking staircase, then lightly tap a button. The staircase pivots out, leading to a softly curving spiral staircase leading down. It is inlaid with marble stairs and a brunished wooden handle.
Down one flight of stairs I led her, to a pale green living room, furnished with a dark green leather couch and a large leather recliner facing the fireplace. A crystal-based glass coffe table adorned the hardwood floor. The most impressive sight, however, was the far wall, totally made up of what seemed to be an aquarium, but was in reality a window to the bay. Brightly colored fish swam past the window and through the coral half sitting in the sandy basin.
I gestured for her to sit down.

 

[Merelan]

He leads me downwards. I am stunned, amazed. This isn't some rustic place after all. Who is he, besides my saviour. Leading me I find a couch and sit, turning my head to him.
"Who, I mean. I don't mean to be nosy. But, who are you, besides my Wildman." I shift and curl my feet underneath me, feeling safe here. His masculine scent fills me as I feel my other senses come alive. Closing my eyes I can hear him moving around, hear the sound of a filter. I have fish too, and know the sound.
Unrealizing as I shifted a button popped, and a bit more cleavage is showing.

 

[Anakin20]

You can call me Matt. I have been living out here for a great many years. I am a writer, which I prefer to 'wildman'. Let's see if we can fix your glasses, okay?

 

[Merelan]

Marga:

"I am Marga, Matt. Sorry about the wildman thing, it was something, someone I made up last night while I was lost. The lenses are broken, but as long as you're around and can show me the way I am okay without them. I am a writer too. Fantasy and science fiction mostly. How about yourself?"

 

[Anakin20]

War novels and other things...come, let me lead you to the kitchen...

 

[Merelan]

"Please don't trouble yourself. Is there a phone I could use to call for help? I don't want to be a bother." But his hand is firm, and I follow.

 

[Anakin20]

I pull the cell phone off my belt.
"This phone has a number that will not be tracable. I do that to keep my privacy"

 

[Merelan]

Suddenly i felt like I was fainting, his strong arms grabbed me. and I did. Next thing i knew he was holding me, swooped up i his arms. Fluttering, my eyes were fluttering, like in the books.
"God, what happened." Finding my voice far away and quiet. He gently set me down again on the couch.
"I guess, well. I haven't eaten in well. over 24 hours, only some water from a creek. God, I am so sorry. Really."

 

[Anakin20]

All right, just sit here, and I'll grab you some fruit. Here's a blanket, just in case you get chills.
It was also to hopefully cover up her delightful cleavage, but he tried to put it out of his mind.

 

[Merelan]

He went off and I settled back but a squeal from under the sofa startled me.
"Umm. Wild.. I mean ummm Matt? Hello?" But he couldn't hear me. Then a little face and nose peeked over the arm of the sofa at my feet. Oh geesh. Whatever it was crawled a bit closer. A squirrel. Freezing, hoping it is friendly. It scampered up and sat on my lap, looking so cute. Playing with a button on my shirt, tugging at it. Smiling I let it, entranced with its antics. Must be a pet. Then with both its front paws it yanked, and tumbled over backwards onto the floor, with my button. Grabbing at him he scampered a few feet away, and I was now unable to see him. Waiting patiently, but having had to tie the tails of my shirt at my waist, only two buttons remaining. Then he was back, without my button.
Nuzzling up to me,letting me pet him, but eyeing another.
"Oh no you don't. Are you trying to get my whole shirt? You have one button." But then it scampered off quickly, for Matt was returning. Looking at me with a puzzled look, and looking around. God, he must think I am nuts.
"Your squirrel, he stole a button, and seems to want another. What is this? You have him trained to strip all the woman you find in the woods?" Laughing.

 

[Anakin20]

Ah, I apologize. My raccoon, Bandit, tends to like shiny buttons. I've never heard of him stipping women, however. Maybe he's trying to tell me something.
Here's some fruit. I hope you feel a little better.

 

[Merelan]

OOC Silly darling... it was a squirrel!! A raccoon wouldn't do that, squirrels have a passion for buttons. No biggie.

IC:
I laughed and accepted the fruit. Silently he sat staring at me. My hand flew to my hair, tangled and snarled.
"I must loo a fright. But you get lost for hours and come out looking like a beauty queen." The fruit was fresh and juicy, down my chin, a few drops down my front. Letting them fall on purpose, just to tease.

 

[Anakin20]

"Well," I smiled. "I'm sure I can let you use the shower, or the jacuzzi bath to fix yourself up. I can lend you some clothes as well and we can wash the stuff you have on now."
I stood up and took her hand, not even waiting for her answer. I led her to the large bathroom, done in black marble tile and gold track lighting. I pointed out the jacuzzi bath and the large, multi-nozzled shower stall across from it.
I reached into a closet and took out a pair of flannel boxers, doctor's scrub pants and a sweat shirt.
"This stuff is small for me, it's from my younger days," I said. "Still in good shape, though."
"I'll leave you to it..."

 

[Merelan]

"Please." But he led me away. My shirt slipping open and untying as we walked. is hand holding mine, keeping me from covering myself. Blushing I drew it closed with one hand.
"You must resent this. I mean, you're out here for privacy and i barge in." Trying to lighten the mood alitlle. "Are there any other wild creatures I should know about? You don't perhaps have a mountain lion hiding somewhere here do you? Not sure how I would deal with that."

 

[Anakin20]

"I have a crocodile, but he lives two floors down in a special pen that leads to the water. Don't worry, I'm okay with pretty women disturbing my privacy. I'm not under some impression you want to stay, so I'm just being kind. Make yourself at home, indulge in my comforts. Please"

 

[Merelan]

I really wasn't sure if he was kidding about the crocodile.
"Do you really have a croc? And does he cry those famous twears?" Smiling shyly. Why did I feel like such a school girl around him.
"Thanks for the offer. I would love to wash up and since my clothes seem to be disintegrating I better borrow some of yours also." Without even thinking I had snatched up the clothes, pecked his cheek and gone off to the bathroom, running head first into the door jamb.

 

[Anakin20]

I was just about to chuckle at her silly joke when she plowed headfirst into the door jamb.
"Oh my goodness!" I said. "Are you okay?"

 

[Merelan]

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Leaning against the door and rubbing head. 'Flipping pain i the butt." Then realized what I was saying. "Sorry. I told you I am blind without those glasses. Damn. Forget the shower. I would probably kill myself in a strange bathroom by myself."