[centre][color=coral][h1][b]Lavena Ó Faoláin[/b][/h1][/color]
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Lavena treaded water for a moment, hugging her case to her, as if that would give her extra warmth. Already the water was trying to sap away all her energy, making her limbs ache, with the pain of it, but she knew that was good, it was when her body went numb that she knew she would be in trouble. Still, she was shivering, and she wanted nothing more than to be out of the water, and to never see it again. The only bright thing about it was that at least it wasn’t a small space. Although she was still only going to have showers from now on. And never go swimming again. And she was going to get a dishwasher. No water immersion for her, ever again. 

And then the voice replied and she couldn’t help the relief that spread through her, the relief a warmth spreading through her extremities, but that was sapped from her pretty quickly. It was just too damn cold, and there was so much ocean… and maybe she was going into shock, she didn’t know. She reached up to dash blood out of her eyes, the wound on her her stinging, but she couldn’t do anything else about that. The stinging meant she was alive, at least. Her eyes, salt abused, hurt, as did her throat, from her screams, and from being violently sick. She wondered if you could sear your throat with your own stomach acid. Seemed like a possibility. Maybe she should look it up later. 

For now though, she had to concentrate on staying alive. She wriggle all her fingers and toes, and grimaced as she realised that she couldn’t actually feel her toes. Were they even moving? How cold was the ocean? Frigging freezing just didn’t seem to describe it. [color=coral]”Oh, i could talk for days normally, at the moment? Not so much. I’m cold. Very cold. Are we going to freeze here? Or will the fire get us first, ya think? That might be interesting. Die both hot and cold. And in rather painful ways. I suppose fire is better than drowning, but not by much”[/color]. 

She was babbling. She knew she was, she couldn’t stop herself. Was she in shock? Had something come loose in her mind? Something wasn’t right, that was for sure. [color=coral]”What do you think? Personally I’d rather die doing something i love. Which, technically, could be said, but… by that I mean eating chocolate and watching a movie. Maybe playing a game or two. You know. Normal stuff… Are we going to get home? Do you think they’ll find us?”[/color] Unshed tears caused her voice to thicken, heavily, and she bit back a sob. What was the use in crying? She could feel herself beginning to shake, rather violently. 

She was babbling, and quite possibly she was talking to herself. Who's to say anyone else survived? Maybe her mind had simply snapped, and she was talking to a figment of her imagination. [color=coral]”You’re not my imagination, are you? Wait. You’d probably say no even if you were… “[/color] So how did she know if the person was real or not? She hummed to herself. 

Maybe she had hit her head. 

She glanced about her, tilting her head. The voice did seem to be coming from somewhere, she just wasn’t too sure where. He seemed to be panicking- He! A gender! Well, it was nice to know her voice had a gender. She pursed her lips, thoughtful. She had to move, anyway. Maybe she should hunt down the voice and see if it did belong to someone. She paused a moment, before she started to swim, following the guy’s voice, hearing other voices now, calling out, possibly for others, but she pushed them aside, trying to focus on the one voice that was calling to her. She swam one armed, not wanting to drop her case, and finally, swimming around a piece of debris, she spied someone. A man, with a child on his stomach. A little girl, who didn’t seem to be fairing well. 

She swam over, and immediately passed her case off to the guy, treading water, she began to shrug herself out of her jacket, and shirt, not an easy feat in the water, she took the child from the man, holding her to her body, she dressed the child in her clothes, knowing that even if they were wet, they could provide some insulation from the water, the biting cold. 

Of course, it made her own body that much colder, dressed now in only her pants, and bra, but… the girl was so small… She didn’t seem to care that she was only half dressed. What did it matter? She was in the water, and if people wanted to look, they could look. 

Before she could say anything to the man, she heard someone shout out. [color=seagreen]”Has anyone seen a girl? A little girl?”[/color] The voice sounded desperate, and Lavena looked to the child in her arms, before shouting out [color=coral]”We’ve got her, get to land! Its hell trying to find people in the water, just get to land and we’ll find you!”[/color], looking to the man once more. 

[color=coral]”Hi.I’m Lavena. Do you think we could find some land? I’m kinda cold, and this one needs to get out the water”[/color] She said, returning the child to the man’s arms, and taking her case back, glancing around her… she couldn’t be certain, but she was sure there was something looming in the distance… a building? Maybe a light house, if it was on the coast… ?

[color=coral]”Do you see something, a building?”[/color] She said, nodding towards what she was seeing. [color=coral]”I’m not feeling… stable at the moment… “[/color]