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001 | arrival
WHO: Tina Goldstein
WHERE: The Fountain & Around
WHEN: 3/25 Onwards
OPEN TO: Closed arrival to Queenie, OTA threads to anyone else
WARNINGS: Nothing applicable at the moment
STATUS: OTA sans Queenie thread
FOUNTAIN// ARRIVAL
(This is locked to Queenie, but should you want to do something with it let me know! It's merely because I prefer not to have a lot of initial reaction threads. )
Tina is usually not so quick to wake up in the mornings. The nature of her job forced her to be an earlier riser, but even then she had to wake up a little earlier than most. It took at least one cup of coffee to make her ready for the day (some days more if a case kept her later than usual). The sudden jerking motion, as if from a fitful of sleep, to wakefulness is more than enough to set her sense alive. Her brain whirled half groggily become aware very quickly that this was certainly not where she was supposed to be.
It's December in New York. Most of the water inland was frozen over, so she has to be somewhere else. It's distinctly somehow warmer than it had been and that's more than enough to set off further bells. Bells that she can't really take heed to at the moment as she forces herself upwards. Grateful, not for the first time, of the training that Aurors were pressured to go through of all kinds. Panicking right then would surely be her downfall. A few moments later her hand grasps the sides of a slick wall, uses it to guide, and lets out a strangled breath as her hand grips the edge and her head emerges from the water.
She gives herself a moment to catch her breath before giving a frustrated noise and hoisting herself out of the water. The immediate danger seemingly gone for now, the woman can't help but still remain on high alert. What kind of Auror doesn't have a wand? She mentally scolds herself, but it's easily returned with a simple: The kind who was sleeping peacefully in their home until five minutes ago. The realization sobers her from the adrenaline high of a few minutes prior and she takes in her immediate surroundings: Buildings she would certainly not find in their part of New York.
A tensity sets her shoulders and for the first time she glances down at herself: Definitely not the comfortable pajamas she had worn to bed. Her mouth formed a thin line and she rises to her feet, hefts the weight off her back-- a bag-- and glares at it as if it's the problem here (there was a lot of problems here).
"What in the name of Deliverence Dane is going on?" She growled to herself neverminding at the moment how absurd she most look as she unzips the thing hoping against hope somehow a wand would be in there. Hope, of course, doesn't work and she hardly looks as absurd as the last person to arrive. Or the person before them.
LATER// AROUND THE VILLAGE
Once she's settled and dry, Tina finds she can't sit any longer. As much as she wants to sit and talk to her sister-- to make up for an apparent lack of being there-- she's restless. The house Queenie had settled in was nice, far larger than their one bedroom they shared in New York, but it reeked of unfamiliarity. The idea of simply having her own room after all this time was simply disconcerting and saying as much wasn't going to help anyone (of course, however, her sister knew her better than anyone could read her in ways she didn't like to be). Tina just had to get out and do something: Anything.
Even taking in the village left her uneasy. The functionalities of things didn't seem so strange, but she's used to taller buildings, crowded streets, millions of people. There was overcrowding New York and here it seemed overly spacious. The fog certainly doesn't help. When the weather was right the fog rolled over Manhattan and on a good day it was difficult to see where you were going and as homey as that feeling was it's inherently wrong. Tina feels more disconcerted by the moment as she takes in the various houses and buildings, frowning at how it can seem so empty and stepping away quickly if she comes too close to someone.
She doesn't seem to offer any words of apologies in that moment: Or at least the excuse me doesn't sound entirely apologetic. It's not as if people running into each other in overpopulated New York wasn't normal nor was it really easy to see anything. The disgruntlement is obvious in her tone if and when she does even if she manages a somewhat apologetic look.
THE WOODS// A FEW DAYS LATER
Being busy is just part of who Tina is and investigating is another. Once she's set on where things are in the village she can't help but test the limits: Just because someone says they're trapped doesn't make it any easier for the woman to believe. Her time in any expanse of forest is few and far between. Most of her job involved city arrests and her Ilvermorny days were kept to the school (not into the surrounding woods on Mount Greylock). In spite of that she's determinedly made her way into the woods.
The woman certainly doesn't move with any sense of ease in the woods, but she's careful enough. Taking in the growth and wondering just how large the woods are. If there's really no way out. Right now, however, she's merely curious-- taking in the area as opposed to even trying to find a way to escape. It's hardly as if she's prepared for that at all.
Unfortunately for her, inexperience in a forest shows and now and then the noises of animals moving or the rustling of trees makes her stiffen up. At one point she catches sight of a deer out of the corner of her eye and stops-- Turning to it in surprise and gives out a puff of a breath.
"Now this is ridiculous," She mumbles to herself unhelpfully deciding then that she's certainly had enough for the day and turns to find her way back to the village. Which is another thing altogether: Mapping a city she can do. A forest? Not so much.
WHERE: The Fountain & Around
WHEN: 3/25 Onwards
OPEN TO: Closed arrival to Queenie, OTA threads to anyone else
WARNINGS: Nothing applicable at the moment
STATUS: OTA sans Queenie thread
FOUNTAIN// ARRIVAL
(This is locked to Queenie, but should you want to do something with it let me know! It's merely because I prefer not to have a lot of initial reaction threads. )
Tina is usually not so quick to wake up in the mornings. The nature of her job forced her to be an earlier riser, but even then she had to wake up a little earlier than most. It took at least one cup of coffee to make her ready for the day (some days more if a case kept her later than usual). The sudden jerking motion, as if from a fitful of sleep, to wakefulness is more than enough to set her sense alive. Her brain whirled half groggily become aware very quickly that this was certainly not where she was supposed to be.
It's December in New York. Most of the water inland was frozen over, so she has to be somewhere else. It's distinctly somehow warmer than it had been and that's more than enough to set off further bells. Bells that she can't really take heed to at the moment as she forces herself upwards. Grateful, not for the first time, of the training that Aurors were pressured to go through of all kinds. Panicking right then would surely be her downfall. A few moments later her hand grasps the sides of a slick wall, uses it to guide, and lets out a strangled breath as her hand grips the edge and her head emerges from the water.
She gives herself a moment to catch her breath before giving a frustrated noise and hoisting herself out of the water. The immediate danger seemingly gone for now, the woman can't help but still remain on high alert. What kind of Auror doesn't have a wand? She mentally scolds herself, but it's easily returned with a simple: The kind who was sleeping peacefully in their home until five minutes ago. The realization sobers her from the adrenaline high of a few minutes prior and she takes in her immediate surroundings: Buildings she would certainly not find in their part of New York.
A tensity sets her shoulders and for the first time she glances down at herself: Definitely not the comfortable pajamas she had worn to bed. Her mouth formed a thin line and she rises to her feet, hefts the weight off her back-- a bag-- and glares at it as if it's the problem here (there was a lot of problems here).
"What in the name of Deliverence Dane is going on?" She growled to herself neverminding at the moment how absurd she most look as she unzips the thing hoping against hope somehow a wand would be in there. Hope, of course, doesn't work and she hardly looks as absurd as the last person to arrive. Or the person before them.
LATER// AROUND THE VILLAGE
Once she's settled and dry, Tina finds she can't sit any longer. As much as she wants to sit and talk to her sister-- to make up for an apparent lack of being there-- she's restless. The house Queenie had settled in was nice, far larger than their one bedroom they shared in New York, but it reeked of unfamiliarity. The idea of simply having her own room after all this time was simply disconcerting and saying as much wasn't going to help anyone (of course, however, her sister knew her better than anyone could read her in ways she didn't like to be). Tina just had to get out and do something: Anything.
Even taking in the village left her uneasy. The functionalities of things didn't seem so strange, but she's used to taller buildings, crowded streets, millions of people. There was overcrowding New York and here it seemed overly spacious. The fog certainly doesn't help. When the weather was right the fog rolled over Manhattan and on a good day it was difficult to see where you were going and as homey as that feeling was it's inherently wrong. Tina feels more disconcerted by the moment as she takes in the various houses and buildings, frowning at how it can seem so empty and stepping away quickly if she comes too close to someone.
She doesn't seem to offer any words of apologies in that moment: Or at least the excuse me doesn't sound entirely apologetic. It's not as if people running into each other in overpopulated New York wasn't normal nor was it really easy to see anything. The disgruntlement is obvious in her tone if and when she does even if she manages a somewhat apologetic look.
THE WOODS// A FEW DAYS LATER
Being busy is just part of who Tina is and investigating is another. Once she's set on where things are in the village she can't help but test the limits: Just because someone says they're trapped doesn't make it any easier for the woman to believe. Her time in any expanse of forest is few and far between. Most of her job involved city arrests and her Ilvermorny days were kept to the school (not into the surrounding woods on Mount Greylock). In spite of that she's determinedly made her way into the woods.
The woman certainly doesn't move with any sense of ease in the woods, but she's careful enough. Taking in the growth and wondering just how large the woods are. If there's really no way out. Right now, however, she's merely curious-- taking in the area as opposed to even trying to find a way to escape. It's hardly as if she's prepared for that at all.
Unfortunately for her, inexperience in a forest shows and now and then the noises of animals moving or the rustling of trees makes her stiffen up. At one point she catches sight of a deer out of the corner of her eye and stops-- Turning to it in surprise and gives out a puff of a breath.
"Now this is ridiculous," She mumbles to herself unhelpfully deciding then that she's certainly had enough for the day and turns to find her way back to the village. Which is another thing altogether: Mapping a city she can do. A forest? Not so much.
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"I'm Jacob Kowalski," he introduces himself. "I can't believe this place would be that cruel to take your sister away from you. Not if you've always had her."
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She doesn't linger instead offering a sigh at his continued proclamation. Tina had no doubts that a place could be cruel if it wanted to, even if she desperately wanted to hold onto the hope that it wouldn't. "Tina Goldstein," She says abruptly, only realizing moments after that maybe saying her name was a bad idea. He seemed to vaguely remember her already what if--
Well, too late for that.
"Should you be going back to work?"
She plunders on, just as abruptly, hoping the question would lead away from any wandering questions if they somehow appeared.
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It's a connection that he's after pretty desperately, he knows, but maybe he wants to be selfish this once, especially after the crazy few days he's had. "It's good to meet you, Tina," he says, giving her a nod of his head. "Look, if I'm bothering you real bad, you can tell me that's why you don't wanna talk to me, you don't have to pretend to care about my work."
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"I just don't think it's doing either of us any good being out here," She says with a finality, the smallest of shrugs rolling across her shoulders. That much was true, anyway, and she wants very much to apologize and speak to the man properly but that's not how-- That's not how this should work, should it? All of her training points to no.
"Sorry. I'm not exactly sorted out much myself either right now."
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"Did you see how many houses there were? How much stuff's in them? And the people!" he raves. "I still can't believe there's people from a hundred years in the future, sometimes more."
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"I try not to think about it," She admits, glancing towards the man once more. Queenie thinks it's Grindelwald behind this. While it's possible and Tina disagrees the idea so many multitudes of places exist makes her feel more that it's impossible. And she's clinging to any sort of logic she possibly can.
"Don't get me wrong," She adds in hastily, "there's some good things here--" Credence. She shakes her head before managing to continue on, "but when you have good things going for ya you can't be expected to take it so nicely." Especially when you're trained to prevent these kinds of situations, she thinks wanly.
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Sure, he'd had success, but there had always been a strange kinda itch, like Jacob was missing out on something and he couldn't put his finger on it. Working around the clock didn't exactly help when it came to a solitary life, either.
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"My job," She answers quickly, lips pressing into a thin line. Her work had always been what she had and she rarely made time for anything else. The truth was that doing anything for her own sake outside of work wasn't something she thought of. Or, at least it wasn't until recently-- It was only very recently she bought clothes that weren't formerly her parents as it was.
She wouldn't count it as lonely if it was what she wanted.
Could she?
"My skills aren't really equipped for a place like this, you know?" She motioned half-heartedly around them with a shrug of her shoulder. "I didn't even really handle the cooking at home, but I was good at my job." And that's what mattered.
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He's got a lot of dark, weird imaginative thoughts for a guy who's spent his most recent years canning, but then, maybe after you fight in a war, you're going to end up with a couple of bad apples in your noggin. "Where'd you live?" he asks, all of a sudden, because he doesn't remember asking that, either.
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"It was law enforcement," She answered all too simply, "in New York city." She's aware that no-majs didn't really have female police officers, but given he's aware of the mysteries of times and places it should hardly be anything to think of. There were stranger things here and stranger things to him at home than that.
"But none of that's all that important here," She reminds, moving away from the subject as she let out a breath. Tina takes a moment to move forward, aiming to exit the forest properly now than stand there-- The wariness of small talk and unfamiliarity set in her shoulders. "Anyway, I'm heading back now-- You should consider it, too."
If there was any hint of worry for the man it was in the last remark.
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He furrows his brow when she seems to think he might need to head back, but truth be told, she's right. "Can I walk you anywhere?" he offers, seeing as he doesn't want to see anything bad happen to her, not that he could take much on himself -- still, not something he plans on advertising.
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She should have expected him to offer to walk her anywhere, but it still makes her stop midstep. Surprise etching into her features and she thinks minutely of her sister. "I think it's safe enough within the village," She answered with slight amusement, "I can manage there, Mr. Kowalski, but thank you." Her voice softens some and she hopes it's enough for him to realize she wasn't trying to cast him out (not really).
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Giving her a nod of his head to say he understands, he knows he'll keep an eye out. "No problem," he says, forcing the cheer. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime again."
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Instead she forced a smile to her lips. "You will, I'm sure of that," She answered for once not missing a beat. If she didn't come across him than her sister would and she would by proxy. "We're both heading the same way anyway, aren't we? Where you're headed is not so far from where I'm staying."
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"They nice inside?" he asks. "I mean, and they don't cost a lot or nothing? They seem like they'd be pretty expensive."
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"It's certainly a lot larger than our apartment."
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"How can they really give us so much without asking for anything back?" he asks, a little worried that they're going to come asking for pay, at some point.
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"I'd think them kidnapping is one reason for it," She answered, voice more brusque than before at the thought.
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