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sixthiterationlogs2017-03-16 04:42 pm
chosenbytheocean) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-03-16 04:42 pm
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05 Trying her best [Open + 1 Closed]
WHO: Moana
WHERE: Cliffs & Inn
WHEN: March 17th - 18th
OPEN TO: Ned & ALL
WARNINGS: bruising, that's it.
STATUS: OPEN
She stood at the bottom of the high cliff, her dark eyes scanning up towards the sky. It was the perfect place to begin her climb.
It wasn’t the greatest plan, Moana knew that, but that hasn’t stopped her before and it wasn’t going to stop her now. She was covered as best she could in clothing. If the fireflies returned, the only thing that she had to be careful of was her eyes which were fully exposed. Her hair was tied up and a rope that Moana had made was looped around her torso. The end of that rope was connected to her spear which was safely secured on her back. She was ready.
It would be difficult to climb in boots but Moana was determined to see her plan through to the end.
Climbing was second nature, at times she’d pause and have to search for a handhold or a place to put her boot but it wasn’t too difficult to make her way up the towering rock face. When she was about half way to her goal she paused and looked behind her. The valley expanded beneath her, there was no harsh brightness but she saw the heavy weight of the fog and the thick clouds that gathered ominously above them. It was beautiful in its own right; quiet, peaceful and still. As her eyes scanned the ground, she noticed that the walls circled the entire area. They really were stuck in a hole in the ground.
Before Moana was able to continue her ascent she spotted the flickering lights of the fireflies, rising up to meet her. She began to climb, faster than before, but there was no way for her to outrun the flying menace. Moana paused when they got closer. She waved a hand in front of her face, knowing that the rest of her frame was protected by several layers of clothing. Her fingers cramped as she struggled to keep herself flush against the rock face.
A first she felt weightless and then she was falling.
Moana screamed and then remembered that she had a plan B. She pulled the spear from her back, her muscles protesting as she twisted midair. She threw the spear upward; the rope unwinding around her torso as she continued her rapid decent. The pointed tip of the spear embedded into the rock face and the rope around her torso tightened. Her fall stopped with a sudden jolt, breaking her spear in half while dropping her the last 10 feet to the ground.
The hard impact of the ground vibrated uncomfortably through her while her spear landed somewhere to her right. Everything hurt but Moana wiggled her fingers and toes, as Jyn once told her too, confirming that she’d heal and it’d be fine.
"Ow..." She didn’t think she could stand but she knew it wasn’t safe to continue flying prone on the forest floor.
Moana had decided take the time to heal after Ned found her at the base of the cliff. She was lucky that she didn’t get stung; however she was bruised from head to toe and sore. Her plan didn’t work, which was fine, because now she knew not to do that.
She spent the next day or so around the inn, wearing a tank top with the provided navy blue scrub bottoms. This gave anyone looking a clear view of the lightning scar across her shoulder and back as well as the dark purple and black bruises that trailed from the base of her neck, all the way down to the heel of her foot. Sitting was difficult but Moana could be found standing next to the fire, her arm leaning against the wall to keep her upright while she focused on the task in front of her.
She had decided to work on a new project. Making long strings, like nets and ropes, was boring. Instead, Moana started to work on something more complicated. She used the same milkweed fibers as before. Her fingers nimbly dipped and weaved with the threads creating a lace like pattern that she hoped to turn into a necklace, bracelet or anklet.
WHERE: Cliffs & Inn
WHEN: March 17th - 18th
OPEN TO: Ned & ALL
WARNINGS: bruising, that's it.
STATUS: OPEN
Cliff – Closed for Ned
She stood at the bottom of the high cliff, her dark eyes scanning up towards the sky. It was the perfect place to begin her climb.
It wasn’t the greatest plan, Moana knew that, but that hasn’t stopped her before and it wasn’t going to stop her now. She was covered as best she could in clothing. If the fireflies returned, the only thing that she had to be careful of was her eyes which were fully exposed. Her hair was tied up and a rope that Moana had made was looped around her torso. The end of that rope was connected to her spear which was safely secured on her back. She was ready.
It would be difficult to climb in boots but Moana was determined to see her plan through to the end.
Climbing was second nature, at times she’d pause and have to search for a handhold or a place to put her boot but it wasn’t too difficult to make her way up the towering rock face. When she was about half way to her goal she paused and looked behind her. The valley expanded beneath her, there was no harsh brightness but she saw the heavy weight of the fog and the thick clouds that gathered ominously above them. It was beautiful in its own right; quiet, peaceful and still. As her eyes scanned the ground, she noticed that the walls circled the entire area. They really were stuck in a hole in the ground.
Before Moana was able to continue her ascent she spotted the flickering lights of the fireflies, rising up to meet her. She began to climb, faster than before, but there was no way for her to outrun the flying menace. Moana paused when they got closer. She waved a hand in front of her face, knowing that the rest of her frame was protected by several layers of clothing. Her fingers cramped as she struggled to keep herself flush against the rock face.
A first she felt weightless and then she was falling.
Moana screamed and then remembered that she had a plan B. She pulled the spear from her back, her muscles protesting as she twisted midair. She threw the spear upward; the rope unwinding around her torso as she continued her rapid decent. The pointed tip of the spear embedded into the rock face and the rope around her torso tightened. Her fall stopped with a sudden jolt, breaking her spear in half while dropping her the last 10 feet to the ground.
The hard impact of the ground vibrated uncomfortably through her while her spear landed somewhere to her right. Everything hurt but Moana wiggled her fingers and toes, as Jyn once told her too, confirming that she’d heal and it’d be fine.
"Ow..." She didn’t think she could stand but she knew it wasn’t safe to continue flying prone on the forest floor.
Inn – Open
Moana had decided take the time to heal after Ned found her at the base of the cliff. She was lucky that she didn’t get stung; however she was bruised from head to toe and sore. Her plan didn’t work, which was fine, because now she knew not to do that.
She spent the next day or so around the inn, wearing a tank top with the provided navy blue scrub bottoms. This gave anyone looking a clear view of the lightning scar across her shoulder and back as well as the dark purple and black bruises that trailed from the base of her neck, all the way down to the heel of her foot. Sitting was difficult but Moana could be found standing next to the fire, her arm leaning against the wall to keep her upright while she focused on the task in front of her.
She had decided to work on a new project. Making long strings, like nets and ropes, was boring. Instead, Moana started to work on something more complicated. She used the same milkweed fibers as before. Her fingers nimbly dipped and weaved with the threads creating a lace like pattern that she hoped to turn into a necklace, bracelet or anklet.
Re: Inn
"I could help you but I don't want to scare you okay?"
Inn
She blinked and looked up at Emma. "You can help me? How? You won't scare me." Emma seemed so nice, Moana doubted that she would be scary.
Re: Inn
Emma didn't like to talk about her family too much anyway, because to do so would be to put them at risk, and that is the very last thing she wanted to do.
"Do you trust me?"
Inn
"Should I close my eyes?"
She wasn't sure how it worked or if there was something that she was supposed to do.
Re: Inn
"Only if you don't want to see what I'm doing," She explained. She turned to face Moana more fully, resting her hands gently on her shoulders, where she could see the worst of the bruising was. "It won't heal completely because magic isn't at 100% but it should help you move better."
She closed her eyes, as a gentle blue glow came from her hands. Moana would feel the stiffness leave her.
Inn
She felt herself relax as warmth spread through her shoulders and down to her limbs. She eventually closed her eyes and smiled.
"That feels a lot better." It wasn't perfect but it was more than enough. "Thank you so much Emma!"