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lazingroyalty2014-07-19 04:23 pm
mermaiding) wrote in lazingroyalty2014-07-19 04:23 pm
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[ A ]
[She's gotten the hang of walking and running by now, thankfully, even if it's still a pain. It's slow and painful and she'd rather kiss a humpback anglerfish than keep going like this. But it's, slowly, getting her from one place to another. Like the woods she's currently in.
Maybe your character is going on an adventure, maybe they're in someone's backyard; either way there's Oona crouching by a river, staring intently into the water. After a moment she moves fast and plucks a small fish right out from the river and turns it in her hands, inspecting it. There's a sigh and a shrug, and she unceremoniously sinks her teeth into it.]
[ B ]
[She hated towns the most. She hate the weird stares or calls she got for her clothing or lack of shoes. She hated the smell and the noise, and most of all she hated the humans. They were everywhere she looked, brushing against her when she walked or smiling deceptive smiles at her as she passed.
She bared her teeth and picked up her pace, bare feet slapping at the pavement and ignoring the little or rocks or whatever was on the ground that might cut at them. It didn't matter, because she had to keep moving. The pull of magic that could lead her to her scale was still faint here, indicating she was still no where near to finding it.
It was suffocating out here. She couldn't breathe.
Desperate to escape she ducks into the nearest store or alley at a run, not paying any mind to where she was going or who she might (literally) run into.]
[ C ] [AU for worlds w/lesser technology. Oona in a travelling side-show instead of being held captive by scientists]
[It hurt.
Every step was agony, a knife-sharp pain shooting up her calves and all she could do was grit her teeth and bear it. It was unfortunate that she didn't even have to do that much anymore, really. The pain was an old friend right now and she'd gotten used to it enough that unless she'd been sitting and resting for too long, the pain became cloistered in the back of her head. Constant, but manageable.
She hates that she's been at this long enough to reach that point.
A peddler tries to sell her wares (some kind of bread) to the mermaid as Oona passes, but Oona bares her teeth in an animalistic snarl and the girl retreats in haste.] Do not talk to me, human! [The snap comes before she can think to stop it (she wouldn't stop it anyhow, really), and she turns away, bare feet stirring up dust on the street.
Belatedly she realizes she is hungry and dammit she could've at least stolen the bread and ran or something. Probably should steal some proper clothes while she's at it; humans were rather touchy about the amount of skin showing. Normally this wasn't a problem since Oona tended to stick to the wilderness, but coming into town it presented a problem. They either got the wrong idea of why she was wandering around (and while Oona had a very laissez faire attitude in regards to sex, she was never quite pleased to be mistaken for a prostitute) or assumed she was up to no good some other way.
Food first though. She stops in front of a stand selling fruit and stares contemplatively, brows furrowed. The man there eyes her distastefully and reminds her it'll cost money.]
Eh? What? ['Money,' he repeats, looking more annoyed. He gives her a price that's probably way more than it'd actually cost, but she stares at him blankly.]
Money? What is-- ah. Like what they got for shows... [This is mused to herself before she continues] I do not have this 'money' thing. Give it to me anyhow.
['That's not how this works, lady,' the man replies, looking increasingly unamused. His apprentice pauses as he passes, shooting Oona strange looks. 'You look familiar,' he says and while Oona's eyes widen in alarm, the older man just looks exasperated. 'Yeah! Like the mermaid, from the show--']
Do not know what you are saying! Just-- Eh, no, do not even want it anymore! Is probably terrible anyhow! [her voice rises in panic and she whirls about, fully intent to push anyone out of her way to get away before the boy can draw any more conclusions here, hunger be damned. The little show she'd been forced to travel with had been a tad more famous than Oona was apparently ready for.]
[ D ]
[Have your own scenario or idea for a thread start? Wanna set something in a game or drop a picture or something? Go ahead and write it up, or not, and I'll go along with it!]
[She's gotten the hang of walking and running by now, thankfully, even if it's still a pain. It's slow and painful and she'd rather kiss a humpback anglerfish than keep going like this. But it's, slowly, getting her from one place to another. Like the woods she's currently in.
Maybe your character is going on an adventure, maybe they're in someone's backyard; either way there's Oona crouching by a river, staring intently into the water. After a moment she moves fast and plucks a small fish right out from the river and turns it in her hands, inspecting it. There's a sigh and a shrug, and she unceremoniously sinks her teeth into it.]
[ B ]
[She hated towns the most. She hate the weird stares or calls she got for her clothing or lack of shoes. She hated the smell and the noise, and most of all she hated the humans. They were everywhere she looked, brushing against her when she walked or smiling deceptive smiles at her as she passed.
She bared her teeth and picked up her pace, bare feet slapping at the pavement and ignoring the little or rocks or whatever was on the ground that might cut at them. It didn't matter, because she had to keep moving. The pull of magic that could lead her to her scale was still faint here, indicating she was still no where near to finding it.
It was suffocating out here. She couldn't breathe.
Desperate to escape she ducks into the nearest store or alley at a run, not paying any mind to where she was going or who she might (literally) run into.]
[ C ] [AU for worlds w/lesser technology. Oona in a travelling side-show instead of being held captive by scientists]
[It hurt.
Every step was agony, a knife-sharp pain shooting up her calves and all she could do was grit her teeth and bear it. It was unfortunate that she didn't even have to do that much anymore, really. The pain was an old friend right now and she'd gotten used to it enough that unless she'd been sitting and resting for too long, the pain became cloistered in the back of her head. Constant, but manageable.
She hates that she's been at this long enough to reach that point.
A peddler tries to sell her wares (some kind of bread) to the mermaid as Oona passes, but Oona bares her teeth in an animalistic snarl and the girl retreats in haste.] Do not talk to me, human! [The snap comes before she can think to stop it (she wouldn't stop it anyhow, really), and she turns away, bare feet stirring up dust on the street.
Belatedly she realizes she is hungry and dammit she could've at least stolen the bread and ran or something. Probably should steal some proper clothes while she's at it; humans were rather touchy about the amount of skin showing. Normally this wasn't a problem since Oona tended to stick to the wilderness, but coming into town it presented a problem. They either got the wrong idea of why she was wandering around (and while Oona had a very laissez faire attitude in regards to sex, she was never quite pleased to be mistaken for a prostitute) or assumed she was up to no good some other way.
Food first though. She stops in front of a stand selling fruit and stares contemplatively, brows furrowed. The man there eyes her distastefully and reminds her it'll cost money.]
Eh? What? ['Money,' he repeats, looking more annoyed. He gives her a price that's probably way more than it'd actually cost, but she stares at him blankly.]
Money? What is-- ah. Like what they got for shows... [This is mused to herself before she continues] I do not have this 'money' thing. Give it to me anyhow.
['That's not how this works, lady,' the man replies, looking increasingly unamused. His apprentice pauses as he passes, shooting Oona strange looks. 'You look familiar,' he says and while Oona's eyes widen in alarm, the older man just looks exasperated. 'Yeah! Like the mermaid, from the show--']
Do not know what you are saying! Just-- Eh, no, do not even want it anymore! Is probably terrible anyhow! [her voice rises in panic and she whirls about, fully intent to push anyone out of her way to get away before the boy can draw any more conclusions here, hunger be damned. The little show she'd been forced to travel with had been a tad more famous than Oona was apparently ready for.]
[ D ]
[Have your own scenario or idea for a thread start? Wanna set something in a game or drop a picture or something? Go ahead and write it up, or not, and I'll go along with it!]