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sixthiterationlogs2018-06-23 05:25 pm
littledhampir) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-06-23 05:25 pm
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
WHO: Rose Hathaway
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Various locations around 6i
WHEN: Last week of June
OPEN TO: Everyone.
WARNINGS: Description of drowning. Possible references to kidnapping, biting, vampires. Rose. She can be a walking warning depending on her mood?!
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, Various locations around 6i
WHEN: Last week of June
OPEN TO: Everyone.
WARNINGS: Description of drowning. Possible references to kidnapping, biting, vampires. Rose. She can be a walking warning depending on her mood?!
OOC Notes
Arrival: Fountain
For many new arrivals, there’s a level of panic when they find themselves here. It shows itself in various ways, from violent outbursts to catatonic stupors. The disorienting feeling of being dragged from the life you knew, to surfacing in the fountain had a way of bringing out the worst in many, and for Rose that might have been no different, if not for the blizzard that welcomed her in her weakened state of injury and distress.
But that was more than six months ago, now.
The time she’d spent in this place before, came rushing back to her the moment she tried to open her eyes beneath the water. It was rather like remembering a dream only in reverse, the fragments of memories fusing together the harder she tried to think about it.
Her body's need for air prompted her to try and swim to the surface, Rose becoming turned about as the memories flooded her conscious thoughts. Her fingers brushed against the concrete wall of the fountain, her lungs burning as she fought against the need to take a breath. The lack of oxygen created a path for the panic to move in, as memories that were both distant and recent at the same time, urged her to move quickly. She tried to push with her arms and legs, limbs growing heavy as the seconds ticked by and the burning intensified. It was only when she thought she couldn’t last any longer, that she was struck with the horrible thought; That she’d somehow survived the last couple of weeks, managed to escape captivity, only to fall at the final hurdle.
She was going to die and in true Rose Hathaway fashion, that pissed her off!
Her vision began to dim, growing dark around the edges, Rose’s consciousness slipping away and prompting her body to take the first watery breath that would spell the end for her. No sooner had she done so, though, than the burning started to ease, the shift of her body in the water rejuvenating her, rather than continuing the agony. She took another, and another, somehow allowing oxygen to be carried through her bloodstream once more, her brain starting to function and allowing the panic to subside as confusion took its place.
To anyone watching, she’d been under the water for far too long, any human surely unable to survive without breathing for such an extended period of time. To Rose even, there was something all too wrong about the way her body behaving. She breathed but there was no sense of water filling her lungs, the act of it feeling strange in a way she couldn’t begin to describe. That confusion was at least enough to make her focus on her current situation, the clarity that came once she’d stopped struggling, helping to see she’d been swimming down rather than up.
Almost five full minutes had passed between a shadow being visible beneath the surface and the brunette finally emerging, her coughs and gasps accompanying the splash of water as she clung to the edge of the fountain. A hand reached up to pat at her neck, searching for something that wasn’t there, the young woman in her wet, Magenta scrubs, looking caught between confused and annoyed as she shot a scowl at the water before dragging herself over the edge.
Arrival: Inn
Unlike other new arrivals, the now, dripping wet Rose, walked with purpose towards the Inn. An action that marked her as somebody who was at least somewhat familiar with where she was going. She didn’t bother to try and take in her surroundings, the changes that showed how much time had passed since she’d last been here because to her mind it couldn’t possibly have been more than a few hours since she’d last made this walk to the Inn.
“If somebody was trying to tell me I need a bath, hint taken, okay?!”
The words left her mouth as she pushed inside, talking to anyone who cared to listen (or not), her features twisted into hard lines to show her displeasure at what had passed before now. Until she’d entered the Inn she hadn’t allowed herself to consider alternatives to what might have happened, Rose latching onto the first easy answer her thoughts conjured, and accepting it as fact. It made more sense that this was a prank than that she’d somehow left and returned without any memory of what happened in between. Her disjointed thoughts in the fountain, the sudden return of her memories? It was just the shock of the water and nothing more.
It was only now as she looked around The Inn, that doubt started to creep in. Rose’s eyes narrowing on an unfamiliar face and staying locked on the stranger. They didn’t look like somebody who had only just dragged themselves in out of the fountain but as somebody who had lived at the Inn, a day didn’t pass without her spotting a newcomer.
“When did you get here?” Throwing the question out like an accusation.
Inn + 6i Village + Hot Springs
It doesn’t take long for Rose to adjust to life back here again, mostly because for her it doesn’t feel like any time has passed. The room she’d taken in the Inn might not be the exact same one as before, but one is much like another and it’s not like she ever owned much to notice the difference.
The idea that so much time had gone by was disturbing for her to think on too much, but as long as she stuck to the Inn, Rose barely noticed anything had changed. She couldn’t avoid the new faces, though, especially with her living at the most frequented place in the Village and Rose had never been somebody who could handle being locked up for too long.
She lasted all of a day before she ventured beyond the Inns walls, tension slowly building whenever she’d head towards the outskirts of the village itself. Gone were the sheer canyon walls that made her feel like a fish swimming around in a bowl, in its place the native flora and fauna that was all too new to her.
If you don’t encounter her at the Inn, you’ll most likely find her walking the edge of the village. Almost as if she’s looking for evidence of where the canyon wall had been. There’s only so much investigation that Rose can make herself do, however, and when frustration hits even she’s not immune to taking the downtime she needs. After living her life in the darkness of night, the one thing this place offers her is the ability to enjoy the sun on her skin, Rose seeking out a grassy spot along the waterline, or even heading for the hot springs.
Sooner or later she knows she’s going to have to find herself a routine here, but she was faced with exactly the same problem she’d encountered the last time around. What the hell kind of contribution could she make in a place like this, when the only thing she was good at, the only thing she even knew how to do, was fight?
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"You're into boats and stuff, right?" Well, he called himself Captain Hook and talked about having a first mate. She might not know much about... anything, but she'd understood that reference.
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"Never really had that problem." She admitted, thinking of how sheltered her life had been back home. Or had been anyway, until she'd walked away from the Academy.
"Sounds nice though, being able to sail away whenever you've had enough of a place."
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"The only freedom I have here is the freedom to decide where I want to go fishing. Having a boat should at least help with that. I could go farther, or to different places."
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"Not like there isn't plenty of wood around to do so." Though even as she said it, she doubted it would be that simple. She was sure at least somebody here had the smarts to build a boat, but she very much doubted their ability to leave, not if their captors didn't want them to.
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"It's slow going with only one hand, but I'm making progress."