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sixthiterationlogs2017-08-01 01:07 pm
babyhunter) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-08-01 01:07 pm
001 - Adding a bit more Flourish to it - [OPEN]
WHO: Clary Fray
WHERE: Fountain & Village & River
WHEN: August 1st to August 6th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Drowning? (Note: Scrub color is black.)
Fountain: Arrival [Aug 1]
Clary inhaled, feeling a cool rush of water fill her lungs. Her chest burned while panic tightly constricted around her heart. She flailed wildly in the water, kicking her arms and legs out in a futile effort to swim. The water stung her eyes when she tried to open them. Clary had always hated opening her eyes underwater but she needed to see.
'I need to breathe! She thought, forcing herself to calm down enough to escape a rather pathetic watery death. After everything she's been through, she's not going to have 'death by water' on her tombstone. Clary saw a blurry smudge of light in the distance and swam towards it.
She broke the surface of the water, coughing and gasping for air. Bright orange hair plastered to her cheeks and neck as she made her way to the fountain's ledge.
It was only when she was pulling herself over the edge of the fountain that she felt the weight of the pack on her back. A groan of complaint vibrated through her torso, even as she managed to tumble herself and the backpack onto the pavement. Clary was laying on her back. The backpack was a surprisingly comfortable pillow though that might have just been in comparison to the water. The sun shined pleasantly in the sky, warming her limbs and face.
Clary decided that it wasn't worth getting up. She'd happily lay there until someone told her to move. Maybe she was in central park? That's the only place that she can think of with a fountain. Either way, Clary knew that someone would find her and she'd sort it out then.
Around the 6I Village [Aug 2-4]
Clary really didn't know what to think of this place. She had named the village Salem in her mind, the broken buildings and dreary feeling reminded her of a town where hundreds of girls burned at the stake. It probably wasn't the best name but the village was surprisingly less daunting with a name attached to it.
She wound her way through the houses, inspecting the ones that were broken and then knocking at the homes that looked like someone lived there. If no one replied, she'd peak inside to see what was there. Clary was naturally curious and not at all shy or hindered by the unknown. This wasn't nearly as scary as trying to get Simon out of the Hotel Dumort.
Clary would take the time to stop and stare at the houses or setting around her. She tried to figure out how she'd draw it: what colors she would use or how certain objects might appear out of focus. At the end of each day, she'd find herself at the inn, usually hungry and sitting at the bar like a ghost might come and take her order.
She was new at this whole survival thing and Brooklyn had pizza. She really missed pizza.
At the River [Aug 5]
Clary was both happy and sad to see Izzy in the village with her. She was happy to see her friend and to know that she wasn't alone but it also made her think about home. How was her mother doing? And Simon? What about Jace? She wondered if any of them missed her. She didn't particularly worry about Alec missing her; he was with Magnus and starting towards his happiness.
She missed her sketchbook. It gave her the ability to get all of her worries out of her head and onto a piece of paper. Without it, her thoughts jumbled together in a messy knot that she didn't know how to untangle. A groan pulled from Clary's lips as she took a seat near the water's edge. She watched the waves for a few seconds before pulling off her scrubs and jumping in.
Clary hadn't been in water since almost drowning in the fountain a few days before and as much as she wanted to avoid it, she felt gross. She had never gone this long without a shower. After drenching herself in water, she floated lazily on the surface of the river.
"This place feels too much like the Twilight Zone." She mumbled to no one in particular.
The Breach Between 6I and 7I: Small Earthquake [Aug 6]
Clary first heard about the mysterious second village at the inn, when she had eavesdropped on two people discussing their plans to cross the breach. She hadn't asked about it then but she couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities that lay on the other side of the ridge. Peeked by her curiosity and her ever-rampant thoughts, Clary decided to head to the breach to check it out for herself.
She wasn't completely unfamiliar with bouldering but the path was not as clear as she thought it would be. She took careful steps over small rocks and then slipping between larger boulders that stood like giants in the path.
Clary was halfway through the breach when the earth began to shake. She'd gotten used to the small tremors over the last few days but she hadn't been standing in a small crevasse in the ground back then. A surprised scream tore from her throat as she ran back the way she had come. Peddles and rocks loosened from above her, falling on her head like rain drops falling from the sky.
She ran out of the breach, stumbling to the ground as the earthquake ended. Clary's head was shaking as she tried to regain her balance. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt a soft sting along her cheek. If she had managed to get out of that with a bloody lip and a few thin cuts then she was happy.
"Okay. Maybe I won't go that way." Clary was talking to the rocks and seriously hoping that they could feel her displeasure.
WHERE: Fountain & Village & River
WHEN: August 1st to August 6th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Drowning? (Note: Scrub color is black.)
'I need to breathe! She thought, forcing herself to calm down enough to escape a rather pathetic watery death. After everything she's been through, she's not going to have 'death by water' on her tombstone. Clary saw a blurry smudge of light in the distance and swam towards it.
She broke the surface of the water, coughing and gasping for air. Bright orange hair plastered to her cheeks and neck as she made her way to the fountain's ledge.
It was only when she was pulling herself over the edge of the fountain that she felt the weight of the pack on her back. A groan of complaint vibrated through her torso, even as she managed to tumble herself and the backpack onto the pavement. Clary was laying on her back. The backpack was a surprisingly comfortable pillow though that might have just been in comparison to the water. The sun shined pleasantly in the sky, warming her limbs and face.
Clary decided that it wasn't worth getting up. She'd happily lay there until someone told her to move. Maybe she was in central park? That's the only place that she can think of with a fountain. Either way, Clary knew that someone would find her and she'd sort it out then.
She wound her way through the houses, inspecting the ones that were broken and then knocking at the homes that looked like someone lived there. If no one replied, she'd peak inside to see what was there. Clary was naturally curious and not at all shy or hindered by the unknown. This wasn't nearly as scary as trying to get Simon out of the Hotel Dumort.
Clary would take the time to stop and stare at the houses or setting around her. She tried to figure out how she'd draw it: what colors she would use or how certain objects might appear out of focus. At the end of each day, she'd find herself at the inn, usually hungry and sitting at the bar like a ghost might come and take her order.
She was new at this whole survival thing and Brooklyn had pizza. She really missed pizza.
She missed her sketchbook. It gave her the ability to get all of her worries out of her head and onto a piece of paper. Without it, her thoughts jumbled together in a messy knot that she didn't know how to untangle. A groan pulled from Clary's lips as she took a seat near the water's edge. She watched the waves for a few seconds before pulling off her scrubs and jumping in.
Clary hadn't been in water since almost drowning in the fountain a few days before and as much as she wanted to avoid it, she felt gross. She had never gone this long without a shower. After drenching herself in water, she floated lazily on the surface of the river.
"This place feels too much like the Twilight Zone." She mumbled to no one in particular.
She wasn't completely unfamiliar with bouldering but the path was not as clear as she thought it would be. She took careful steps over small rocks and then slipping between larger boulders that stood like giants in the path.
Clary was halfway through the breach when the earth began to shake. She'd gotten used to the small tremors over the last few days but she hadn't been standing in a small crevasse in the ground back then. A surprised scream tore from her throat as she ran back the way she had come. Peddles and rocks loosened from above her, falling on her head like rain drops falling from the sky.
She ran out of the breach, stumbling to the ground as the earthquake ended. Clary's head was shaking as she tried to regain her balance. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt a soft sting along her cheek. If she had managed to get out of that with a bloody lip and a few thin cuts then she was happy.
"Okay. Maybe I won't go that way." Clary was talking to the rocks and seriously hoping that they could feel her displeasure.
Arrival
She opened her eyes, blinded for a few seconds by the sun, before looking over at Izzy. "Hey." She slipped her shoulders from the backpack and sat up. Her scrubs were black and clinging to her frame. "Um..." Now that she was really looking around she was suddenly very confused.
She didn't remember stepping through a portal. She'd comment that this was a dream but if it was Izzy would be in her fighting leather, not a pair of yoga paints and bra. It was just how Clary saw her: fierce, beautiful and at times intimidating. She was less intimidating now that she had gotten to know Izzy but dreams usually accentuated the apparent qualities in a person.
Clary decided that her train of thought was stupid and let it slip into the back of her mind. "Where is this? And why am I dressed like this?" If she was going to ask a question about clothes, Izzy was definitely the right person.
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Just as it begins to dawn on Clary that this isn't quite right, Isabelle gets her senses about her. The other girl looks around in confusion, and Isabelle drops down to her knees to throw her arms around Clary's neck in a tight hug.
Finally, she's not alone anymore. Finally someone has figured out where she is and has come to get her out. With two of them here, surely they can figure out how to get back home.
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Silence stretched a bit before she untangled herself from the other Shadowhunter. She stayed close, keeping a hand on Izzy's shoulder to assure her that she was here with no intentions of suddenly vanishing. Clary didn't know how likely that was but it felt important. Bright green eyes studied Izzy, the confusion in her expression growing with each passing moment.
"Are you okay? What's happened? Where is…" She looked around again. "-everyone." A block of ice settled in her stomach as chills prickled uncomfortably at her skin.
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"I can't believe you're here," Isabelle says, dark eyes meeting the other girl's vibrant green ones. "But of course you are, who else would manage to find their way here but you--"
She stops, brow creasing faintly. Something's not right. Clary's reaction is-- off. "Clary, I haven't seen you in months. This village-- I've been stuck here."
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'who else would manage to find their way here but you-' Clary was about to argue against that statement when she realized that it was entirely true. She always did have a talent for landing herself in tight spots though the others were usually a step or two behind her.
Wait-
"Months?" That wasn't right. "No. No. No. No. I just saw you. We woke up my mom. Valentine has the cup but we'll get it back and Jace too." She didn't understand what was going on and she felt panic grip her heart. She believed in Jace and she knew that they could fight whatever her father sent their way. They had too.
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"Your mom?" she echoes, brow creasing deeply. "No, that was--"
Forever ago. Jace is back, Jocelyn is dead. Forget the cup, they got the Mortal Sword back in their possession. Valentine is in their custody, too, imprisoned beneath the Institute. Isabelle's mouth presses into a thin line. The last thing Clary remembers was waking up her mother. Either she has some serious amnesia, or something else is up. Knowing this village, it could be either.
Later. They can deal with that later. Isabelle gives Clary's hands a tight squeeze. "Come on, let's get you inside and dried off. I'll explain everything."
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Something was fishy...
Later, Clary told herself in a firm voice. There was obviously a lot going on and she trusted Isabelle to fill in the blanks for her. Even if it might take a serious sit down and a large pizza. "Sure but can we start where this is? I don't remember going through another portal." It was an awful experiance, Clary was sure that she'd remember.
Keeping Isabelle's hand in her she pushed herself to her feet. She had to drop one of her friends hands to grab the backpack, which she just assumed was hers since it had been on her back. Geeze, it's like the beginning of one of Simon's D&D campaigns.
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How lucky Clary is, Isabelle thinks, that she has a familiar face to welcome her here. Isabelle had been alone and volatile, lashing out at everyone she spoke to.
They both get to their feet, and Isabelle keeps a hold of one of Clary's hands the entire time, even as she reaches down to grab her backpack. There's not much in it, Isabelle knows, but she'll be more than happy to share her available wardrobe with her friend. She squeezes Clary's hand, smiling softly as she guides the other girl towards the inn.
"I don't remember going through one, either. Nobody remembers how they got here, they just remember coming up through that fountain. I think the best guess is that we're in the pacific northwest, but nobody knows for sure."
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She paused again, "What is this place?" Her tone was softer, worry and uncertainty seeping into her voice. She wasn't ask skilled as Izzy was when it came to hiding her emotions.
Something was off and Clary couldn't put her finger on it.
Her worry gathered into a knot that tightened in the pit of her stomach. She knew that they had to get somewhere... not here but questions buzzed like hornets around her head, not ready to leave her alone or patient enough to wait.
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The color, really, was what made Isabelle dislike it. She loves color in her wardrobe, and she can make even a pair of plain scrubs look good, but the bright pink made it impossible to blend in. It's hard enough staying hidden without glamours and stealth runes and the like, she doesn't need the added hindrance of some bright-ass clothing. She's far more comfortable in her spandex and yoga shorts, anyway.
"There's a storage closet in the inn with some odds and ends in it, if you want something besides scrubs or overalls," Isabelle continues. "Or you can borrow some of mine. I don't mind sharing."
She smiles. Maybe clothing isn't something incredibly important here. They can survive the elements, and that's all that really matters. But it's the little things that count, and if Isabelle can pull something fashionable together out of what they have to work with, she'll gladly do it.
"Things are weird here." Isabelle leads Clary to the inn, pushing open the door. "Like, weird stuff happens, Clary. Weirder than what we're even used to."
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"That's saying something." She frowned as she stepped inside. "Think I can raid the storage area before we go up to your room?"
Clary was trying to think of things weirder than what they had encountered. It was stretching her imagination to ridiculous heights. She hoped that most of her theories and thoughts weren't true.
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"Sure." Isabelle angles away from the staircase once they're through the door, leading Clary into a side room full of equipment. Most of it's rickety and shoddy, weak axes and bows put away where they belong. A little further into the room is some of the other stuff they've collected, spare blankets and towels and sheets, dozens and dozens of pairs of socks. At least that's not something they'll ever be lacking.
When Isabelle drops Clary's hand, it's only so the other girl can begin going through the stuff. "You can pretty much take whatever you want," she explains. "As long as you contribute in some way around here, nobody will complain if you raid the storage every so often."
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"Not sure what I can do to help around here. I can cook, maybe, but I grew up in Brooklyn. The most I had to do was call the repair man when the AC broke." She stared at the items before stepping forward and grabbing a few things. Clary figured that she'd come back but for now she grabbed two daggers that she found and a notebook with a pencil shoved into the side of it.
She also grabbed a snuggie because there were a lot of them and why not.
When she was finished pilfering the closet she organized her spoils in one arm and then took Isabelle's hand. She squeezed softly and smiled. "Lead the way."