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mayfield_rpg2012-01-29 01:11 pm
icyidol) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-29 01:11 pm
Entry tags:
first snowflake | Iris
[backdated to Jan. 28, action]
[She stumbles along the streets, looking for a safe place. Where? Anywhere, as far away from that place as she can. She's got to recover, remember what's been taken away. Her memory's hazy, vague, and entirely missing in some places save for her name and a few specifics, but she can recall just enough to know this isn't supposed to be happening. Her arms and legs aren't supposed to look like they were made out of ice. There aren't supposed to be any three-inch rose thorns protruding from her back.
Yet they are, and there are, and it's still happening, no matter how much she tries to deny it.
She slumps against a telephone pole. How long has it been since she found herself here? She isn't sure, really, but it's long enough that she's beginning to get tired.
A little nap won't hurt. Then, she'll get going again. At least, that's the plan.
She closes her eyes, and doesn't notice that anyone's seen her.]
((OOC: I think it's already pretty obvious, but the skin of Karina's arms and legs has been replaced with sheets of ice that can't be broken or melted, and there's also the matter of three-inch rose thorns embedded in her back as well. As a result, though, she's suffering from partial amnesia and may not react all that well.))
[She stumbles along the streets, looking for a safe place. Where? Anywhere, as far away from that place as she can. She's got to recover, remember what's been taken away. Her memory's hazy, vague, and entirely missing in some places save for her name and a few specifics, but she can recall just enough to know this isn't supposed to be happening. Her arms and legs aren't supposed to look like they were made out of ice. There aren't supposed to be any three-inch rose thorns protruding from her back.
Yet they are, and there are, and it's still happening, no matter how much she tries to deny it.
She slumps against a telephone pole. How long has it been since she found herself here? She isn't sure, really, but it's long enough that she's beginning to get tired.
A little nap won't hurt. Then, she'll get going again. At least, that's the plan.
She closes her eyes, and doesn't notice that anyone's seen her.]
((OOC: I think it's already pretty obvious, but the skin of Karina's arms and legs has been replaced with sheets of ice that can't be broken or melted, and there's also the matter of three-inch rose thorns embedded in her back as well. As a result, though, she's suffering from partial amnesia and may not react all that well.))