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sixthiterationlogs2016-07-10 01:06 pm
thesavior) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-07-10 01:06 pm
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Go Fish
WHO: Emma Swan and You
WHERE: Along the River bank
WHEN: July 10th
OPEN TO:All
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open
Emma hasn’t had an easy life by any means. It was about as far from easy as a person can get, but Emma wasn’t the type of person to dwell. She shook it off and dealt with the situation at hand. Her current situation, however was how she was going to survive in this place. She had to survive, there was no other choice. Her family needed her and it didn’t matter if she was here or back home, she still had to be strong from them.
Emma walked to the river’s edge, frowning as she looked at the water. It looked much higher than it had been in recent days. She had taught herself how to fish, and even had gone so far as to craft a pole. She continued to frown. Yes, she was the Savior, but she by no means was an outdoorsman at all. She was a creature of comfort, especially since she lacked it growing up.
She shifted the pole in her hands. “Well, isn’t this going to be fun,” She muttered sarcastically. She knew that she probably sounded crazy, talking to herself, but it made her feel less lonely. “I really wish I had been adopted by a fisherman.”
WHERE: Along the River bank
WHEN: July 10th
OPEN TO:All
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open
Emma hasn’t had an easy life by any means. It was about as far from easy as a person can get, but Emma wasn’t the type of person to dwell. She shook it off and dealt with the situation at hand. Her current situation, however was how she was going to survive in this place. She had to survive, there was no other choice. Her family needed her and it didn’t matter if she was here or back home, she still had to be strong from them.
Emma walked to the river’s edge, frowning as she looked at the water. It looked much higher than it had been in recent days. She had taught herself how to fish, and even had gone so far as to craft a pole. She continued to frown. Yes, she was the Savior, but she by no means was an outdoorsman at all. She was a creature of comfort, especially since she lacked it growing up.
She shifted the pole in her hands. “Well, isn’t this going to be fun,” She muttered sarcastically. She knew that she probably sounded crazy, talking to herself, but it made her feel less lonely. “I really wish I had been adopted by a fisherman.”
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It was an easy enough thing to say, but why was Emma having such a hard time admitting it. She shook her head slightly. Maybe because she hoped that Jo didn't have to go through the shit she did.
"Everything is always connected, at least in my experience." She mentioned. "We all know that fishing is not my forte, but how about you?"
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Her question is honest and common as a handshake. "Oh, are your people -- do they age differently than most people?"
She'd met immortals before. People in bodies that looked only barely the age of herself and her peers, but still who'd been around these universes for longer than people and even planets had. Angels and Gods, and even races that weren't but went right on looking human regardless of those facts entirely.