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005 Challenges [OPEN]
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scepterschildWHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Outside House #20, the Inn, the River
WHEN: June 9th – 11th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: OPEN
June 9th 🙈 Unhappy Chiclets ⇝ Outside House #20
Wanda had begun to hate the days. Their prison changed as if it was on the careless whims of a child. The sun had been blazing constantly for the last three days and it was wearing on Wanda's nerves. She had taken some extra blankets to cover her window, trying to keep her room as dark as humanly possible. It was difficult to tell the time with the sun’s constant presence in the sky. There was no way to counter it. Wanda worked until she was about to pass out and then slept. She had no idea how long each task took or what hours she kept. After the first day, she stopped trying to keep count.
Her sleep was restless, even with the semi darkness she had managed to attain in her room. Her nightmares were getting worse and she'd begun to wake to the sounds of her screaming. They weren’t ever screams of fear but the sounds of someone lashing out at the world around them. In this regard, it was good that her powers had been taken from her. There was no chance of her hurting anyone in the house.
This morning Wanda woke up sweating. She ran her palm over her face controlling the frantic beat of her heart. She brushed and tied up her hair, lifting the chestnut strands off the nape of her neck and then dress for the day. With the encroaching heat, she’d begin to walk around the house in her underwear. She didn’t care how it looked, anything to fight off the threat of heat exhaustion. She took a bucket of water and stepped into the backyard to dump the bucket over her head. It wasn’t warm but it felt good and it washed the sweat from her body.
It’s only as she’s turning to walk back into the house that she notices the two boxes sitting next to the house. One box had fallen off to the side while the other was slowly jumping forward. Wanda had heard about people getting things in boxes, it was how Clint had gotten his throwing knifes. It had never happened to her. She moved over to the moving box first and opened it.
This was a mistake.
Out of the box jumped 6 Chiclets who were finally released from the hot container that they’d be stuck in. They scattered in all directions in the back yard. Wanda cursed under her breath and ran after them, trying to return the little balls of fluff back to the small cardboard box. "Fuck hold still." Her accent was lighter and her tone tense. This was not what she wanted to do today.
June 10th 🙊 Fucking Sun ⇝ the River
Dressed in green cargo pants and a white tank top Wanda headed towards the river. Her hair was braided and pulled over her right shoulder though she thought about tying it back into a high ponytail instead. She wasn’t enjoying the heat and by the time she reached the river she felt a dizzy wave wash over her. Her hand reached out towards a tree at her side to steady herself and pull the small container of water from her side. She never left her house without it and while the water was usually warm, it was still water. The liquid touched her lips and she took small sips before returning it back to her side.
The river was receding.
A brief flash of panic jolted through Wanda before she reminded herself to stay calm. She pressed her back against the tree, feeling the bark as it scraped uncomfortably against her skin. The realization that there was nothing they could do about the river hit her hard. She felt helpless and tired.
She closed her eyes and hoped to feel a breeze rise from the water. Exhaling she opened her eyes, directing the dark green orbs at the water. It glistened and winked in the sun and despite her annoyance at the sun it was a beautiful thing to see. Exhaling a tired breath Wanda pulled off her pants and walked out into the water. It wasn’t very cold but it felt good against her legs. It was only standing out in the river that she noticed the glint of the arrowheads where the water had once been. Another sign that there were people here before them or perhaps a war along the river bank? Wanda didn’t know.
June 11th 🙉 Strumming Along ⇝ the Inn
Wanda couldn’t remember the last time she had a good night’s sleep. It’s been days with the constant sun but it felt like much longer than that. She found a place towards the back of the inn, just after finishing her task of preserving the meats and fish that had been caught that day. She’s sitting in her underwear again but her hair is loose, falling over her shoulders in thick brown waves. A wooden post was pressed between her shoulder blades and her legs sprawled over the floor while her newly obtained ukulele was sitting in her lap.
She knew how to play a few songs on the guitar though she usually used the instrument as way to organize her thoughts. She picked a song that she knew would be playable on the smaller instrument and began to play. After she’d gotten the hang of the cords she began to sing along to the tune.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of Colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
[ooc: Hotel California on the Ukulele: HERE. It’s beautiful, you should listen to this song. Please note even when singing Wanda would have her accent.]
WHERE: Outside House #20, the Inn, the River
WHEN: June 9th – 11th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: OPEN
Her sleep was restless, even with the semi darkness she had managed to attain in her room. Her nightmares were getting worse and she'd begun to wake to the sounds of her screaming. They weren’t ever screams of fear but the sounds of someone lashing out at the world around them. In this regard, it was good that her powers had been taken from her. There was no chance of her hurting anyone in the house.
This morning Wanda woke up sweating. She ran her palm over her face controlling the frantic beat of her heart. She brushed and tied up her hair, lifting the chestnut strands off the nape of her neck and then dress for the day. With the encroaching heat, she’d begin to walk around the house in her underwear. She didn’t care how it looked, anything to fight off the threat of heat exhaustion. She took a bucket of water and stepped into the backyard to dump the bucket over her head. It wasn’t warm but it felt good and it washed the sweat from her body.
It’s only as she’s turning to walk back into the house that she notices the two boxes sitting next to the house. One box had fallen off to the side while the other was slowly jumping forward. Wanda had heard about people getting things in boxes, it was how Clint had gotten his throwing knifes. It had never happened to her. She moved over to the moving box first and opened it.
This was a mistake.
Out of the box jumped 6 Chiclets who were finally released from the hot container that they’d be stuck in. They scattered in all directions in the back yard. Wanda cursed under her breath and ran after them, trying to return the little balls of fluff back to the small cardboard box. "Fuck hold still." Her accent was lighter and her tone tense. This was not what she wanted to do today.
The river was receding.
A brief flash of panic jolted through Wanda before she reminded herself to stay calm. She pressed her back against the tree, feeling the bark as it scraped uncomfortably against her skin. The realization that there was nothing they could do about the river hit her hard. She felt helpless and tired.
She closed her eyes and hoped to feel a breeze rise from the water. Exhaling she opened her eyes, directing the dark green orbs at the water. It glistened and winked in the sun and despite her annoyance at the sun it was a beautiful thing to see. Exhaling a tired breath Wanda pulled off her pants and walked out into the water. It wasn’t very cold but it felt good against her legs. It was only standing out in the river that she noticed the glint of the arrowheads where the water had once been. Another sign that there were people here before them or perhaps a war along the river bank? Wanda didn’t know.
She knew how to play a few songs on the guitar though she usually used the instrument as way to organize her thoughts. She picked a song that she knew would be playable on the smaller instrument and began to play. After she’d gotten the hang of the cords she began to sing along to the tune.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of Colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
[ooc: Hotel California on the Ukulele: HERE. It’s beautiful, you should listen to this song. Please note even when singing Wanda would have her accent.]
