A Forgotten Farm [Open]

Brisk...no, this isn't ice tea this is literally fucking global cooling taking effect on my nipples right now. Thought the under-dressed redhead as his eyes shifted from side to side trying to figure out if anyone was in the vicinity to be able to see him in his current predicament...


"Come on!" Fired a male voice, that slightly cracked giving away his adolescent ascension to a man. Foot steps pedaled at the ground as muffled yelps for help could be heard from the rear of the group. The footsteps were chased with low-toned chuckles that were similar in sound to that of rather stupendous character that's name replicated that of his two best friends. As the muffled cries for help increased the group of boys sent their balled-up hands to the wrapped body they carried throughout the desolate woods. A few straggling leaves being demolished by the heavy steps of the kids could be heard and echoed through the forest as the laughs of the neanderthals continued.

The poor boy's head whipped up and down with irregular cadence of bullies, struggling to break free of the tightly wrapped linens that encased his body. His mouth stuffed with the matching pillowcase of the set, fastened to his face with the corresponding pillowcase. Making it not only difficult to breathe, but causing his saliva to escape via the rag and slap back onto his face. His nose ran with snot as his eyes watered up in fear of what the next step in their "elaborate" plan could be. Prior to this moment the boy had never actually been scared for his life, or least not in a serious sense such as this. His body mummified and his mouth drought for words from cheap bed set, most likely nothing more than 400 thread count, he had nothing to do but watch as the tree tops blazed through still sky.

Finally the laughter had come to a stop, in addition to the faulty cadence. Resulting in gasps for air as well as some horse-like coughing from the boys, due to them being unfit and out of shape. "Alright, so which one?" One of the boys asked looking around for a response from his friends, causing the victim to raise his head up in curiosity of his whereabouts. Though it would be to his dismay to only see more trees staggered to the horizon in all directions, with the exception of what looked to be an antique of abode. Upon the discovery of the house the caterpillar child began to twist and struggle until the kids finally came upon the decision to let loose of the boy. As he'd meet with the ground he'd find that the roots of the tree would find his back a good place to stay warm after sending him into a rolling pain. More tears fluttered down the face of the boy, thoughts of what was to happen next would come to a halt as a roll of duct tape could be heard ripping away from a roll as they unwrapped the kid, picking him up from the ground and slamming his back into yet another tree. "See you later!" Squealed one of the vandals as his fist rose to eye-level of Lorin's face and came across his right side sending him into a dark hue...

Waking up to various sounds of all the woodland creatures Lorin moaned, head teetering from side to side in agony. His failed attempt to raise his hand to his face, brought him to open his eyes too find his body concealed in the silver tape that was most famous for it's fantastic ability to fix anything. However, what had really needed to be fixed was the kids that had done this. His mind began to flail it's way from thoughts why he couldn't protect himself and why no one was there to protect. Sending it straight back to his luck and how things like this only happened when he would leave his board out in the rain only for him to break it the next day. Oh, irresponsible mind of a teenager. As though his year as Freshman wasn't already terrible, they had to start off the new year like this. How pitiful of not only him, but them as well that they had nothing better to do with their pointless lives than to strap a weak defenseless straight A student that had never been late or missed a day of school in his life. How cruel it is to punish someone for being successful, however he was aware that these were the reasons that they had did what they did. They were either subject to such acts earlier in their own life or they were jealous of his ability to succeed where they were not able to. He wouldn't let such acts bring him down permanently. He would spend the time being in tears, however, as he was alone in the forest anyway for no one to see him. Plus, he had a plan, though it seemed as though it had already taken effect far before he had been strapped to the tree. He noticed that the adhesive on the tape that held the pillowcase within his mouth had began to give way to wet tears and saliva that came from his eyes and mouth. So he'd just continue to think about how terrible of a situation he was in until the tape simply would fall to the ground and he'd push the pillowcase out of his mouth with his tongue and make attempts to call for help.

"Anyone? Can anyone hear me?" Lorin shouted bouncing from tree to tree making it easy for anyone within at least a one-hundred yard radius able to hear his cries. "Please! Someone help..." His shouts began to become faint as he began to fall into yet another series of mental breakdowns thinking of how he was going to do die attached to a tree. Though the brighter side of things began to strike through his mind, like how he didn't have to worry about being bullied anymore, and how he wouldn't even have to study, which would also lead to no bullying. He began to get excited for the after life, but these thoughts all came to none as a slight gust of low temperatures blew in his face causing his face to chatter.

There wasn't much else he could do at this point, but sit around and wait. Keeping high hopes that someone would stumble across him in this empty forest...

((Remember, Lorin is a 6-0 meaning he can't see or sense spirits. He has no spiritual aware... So Pociden, don't except him to even know you're anywhere near. lol))