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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.
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Up to and including naked swimming. "Getting in the water had been about the only way to deal with the heat. Be glad you missed that."
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"I think temperatures drop below freezing in a desert at night." Not that she'd ever been to a desert but she's fairly sure that she had read that somewhere.
"And yeah, I am really glad I missed it." She wondered if Izzy was here through that. How long had it been for her? Clary felt an uncomfortable uneasiness twist in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't stay here that long. She had to stop her father and find Jace... who was her brother.
Then again... if she'd appear back at the same time she left then maybe she needed time away. Time to forget about her feelings for Jace.
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It's something that frustrates him if he thinks on it for too long but usually, Jax tries to focus on the day to day.
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She sounded frustrated which could only be expected for someone who's been here for a few days and was still absorbing what she had learned.
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"No magic here. Used to be that people could do shit like that - powers and everything? Now it's just random. Most of us don't have anything like that," Jax says. "But sometimes you get stuck with something you don't want. Just wake up one day and you're shooting fire out of your fingertips or shit like that. Makes no sense."
He shifts a little in the water and meets her gaze with his own. "Nobody has figured out anything about this place. Nobody knows why it is the way it is."
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Clary had only just begun her Shadowhunter training. She didn't want to stop. At least Isabelle would be able to spar with her but there were runes and other skills to learn too. "That sounds sketchy as hell." She pointed out with a sigh.
"That's not exactly helpful or new information but thanks for the honesty." She actually meant it too. She'd rather people not lie to her about things, just because it was uncomfortable. Though Clary didn't know that Isabelle was doing exactly that since her arrival. There was a lot that Clary didn't know.
"Okay. Enough about this place. What about you? Powers, no powers, enjoy working out just to blind people with your pectorals?"
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Jax doesn't know who wins the powers lottery and why, just that he never does. "Does that answer your question?"
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"Everyone here is from all over where and when." It was a little bit frustrating and Clary decided that she didn't like it.
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"What I did back home is the kind of shit you don't tell people about because it'll make people think you're crazy, a criminal, or both."
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Clary hadn't completely made up her mind about Jax yet, despite the rudeness of their first meeting.
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"Criminal but not crazy. You can be a criminal in a lot of different ways, you know," Jax says, shrugging again. He isn't the kind of guy who murders without a reason and he has his own moral code, fucked up as it is. Nobody in the village has anything to fear from him.
"A B&E is a crime. What gets hurt, though? Some rich asshole loses shit he can replace tomorrow?"
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She wanted to see her father dead for everything that he's caused. It was a very extreme difference in a very short amount of time. "Criminal is fine depending on reasons. There is too much gray area." Her hand waved through the air.
"I've had enough swimming. I'm heading back. See you..." She paused trying to remember his name. "Jax."