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sixthiterationlogs2016-10-26 08:57 pm
turned_to_steel) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-10-26 08:57 pm
We are shaped by the light we let through us
WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: The Fountain / Fountain Park
WHEN: October 26 (Evening) / October 27 (day)
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: to be updated as needed
STATUS: Open
π΅πΎππ½ππ°πΈπ½ - π°πππΈπ π°π»
Waking up in cold, dark water that goes over her head isn't the worst thing that Sansa Stark has ever experienced in her life but it is still rather startling when it happens. She barely has time to make sense of what's happening to her when she feels the nudge that pushes her upwards at the same time her lips part in surprise and her mouth fills with water. Her instinct is to sputter and to possibly choke but she doesn't. Her lips clamp together as she holds the water and tries not to think about the panic that threatens to seize her. Panic will take away her focus and make her useless which is dangerous to one's health.
So she kicks her feet without hesitation, trying to remember her father's instructions on how to swim just in case she ever falls into the river. Seconds later, her head breaks the surface and she starts hacking at the same time she spits all the water back out. When she can finally breathe, she pushes some of her hair back from her face and looks around. Spying the edge of the water, she kicks forward, grabs the edge and hoists herself up. Her muscles are aching from the chill and for half a second she worries she might fall back in but she manages to haul herself over instead. Landing on the ground with a little grunt, she lays there with a slight dazed look on her face.
When she finally feels steady enough to move, she looks around while trying to get her bearings. Her black clothes are plastered against her curvy frame, the black looking impossibly dark from her involuntary swim. Her hair looks even darker but there are strange streaks of darkness running down her neck. Almost like liquid shadows or black water. Not that she really notices as she turns in a slow circle. "Hello? Can someone help me?"
π΅πΎππ½ππ°πΈπ½ πΏπ°ππΊ - ππ°ππππ³π°π
Sansa still isn't sure what to make of the new world that she has found herself in but already it's better than where she has been. That doesn't mean she doesn't have questions though or that she isn't curious about the fountain that she had arrived in. When she finally is able to go back just a couple days after her arrival, it's the fountain she goes to first.
Wearing the overalls, the tank top and the jacket that had been provided for her, Sansa stands beside the fountain and stares into the dark depths like she might find some answers swimming about in there. Of course, there is nothing for her to find and eventually she gives up with an aggrieved sigh. Reaching up to tuck back a lock of her (now) red hair, she turns to look around the park. It seems that she has brought the snow with her as it had pretty much started snowing the day after she arrived but she doesn't mind it. The snow reminds her of home in a way, especially with her father's words ringing in her head. Only winter isn't coming anymore. Now it seems to be here.
WHERE: The Fountain / Fountain Park
WHEN: October 26 (Evening) / October 27 (day)
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: to be updated as needed
STATUS: Open
π΅πΎππ½ππ°πΈπ½ - π°πππΈπ π°π»
Waking up in cold, dark water that goes over her head isn't the worst thing that Sansa Stark has ever experienced in her life but it is still rather startling when it happens. She barely has time to make sense of what's happening to her when she feels the nudge that pushes her upwards at the same time her lips part in surprise and her mouth fills with water. Her instinct is to sputter and to possibly choke but she doesn't. Her lips clamp together as she holds the water and tries not to think about the panic that threatens to seize her. Panic will take away her focus and make her useless which is dangerous to one's health.
So she kicks her feet without hesitation, trying to remember her father's instructions on how to swim just in case she ever falls into the river. Seconds later, her head breaks the surface and she starts hacking at the same time she spits all the water back out. When she can finally breathe, she pushes some of her hair back from her face and looks around. Spying the edge of the water, she kicks forward, grabs the edge and hoists herself up. Her muscles are aching from the chill and for half a second she worries she might fall back in but she manages to haul herself over instead. Landing on the ground with a little grunt, she lays there with a slight dazed look on her face.
When she finally feels steady enough to move, she looks around while trying to get her bearings. Her black clothes are plastered against her curvy frame, the black looking impossibly dark from her involuntary swim. Her hair looks even darker but there are strange streaks of darkness running down her neck. Almost like liquid shadows or black water. Not that she really notices as she turns in a slow circle. "Hello? Can someone help me?"
π΅πΎππ½ππ°πΈπ½ πΏπ°ππΊ - ππ°ππππ³π°π
Sansa still isn't sure what to make of the new world that she has found herself in but already it's better than where she has been. That doesn't mean she doesn't have questions though or that she isn't curious about the fountain that she had arrived in. When she finally is able to go back just a couple days after her arrival, it's the fountain she goes to first.
Wearing the overalls, the tank top and the jacket that had been provided for her, Sansa stands beside the fountain and stares into the dark depths like she might find some answers swimming about in there. Of course, there is nothing for her to find and eventually she gives up with an aggrieved sigh. Reaching up to tuck back a lock of her (now) red hair, she turns to look around the park. It seems that she has brought the snow with her as it had pretty much started snowing the day after she arrived but she doesn't mind it. The snow reminds her of home in a way, especially with her father's words ringing in her head. Only winter isn't coming anymore. Now it seems to be here.