The Boardwalk, Friday Morning
Nightmares had driven Ada from her room early in the morning, nightmares that didn't feel right, weren't the normal ones that jerked her awake with her scream trapped in her throat. It was... something. In the back of her mind. Starting to scratch at the edges of memory.
And so Ada had taken herself out of the room where the walls didn't move and the sky couldn't breathe to keep from bothering her roommate. At this hour of the morning -- and weather -- the boardwalk was basically deserted. She could ignore the cold weather, for a bit anyway, and kick off her shoes and get the ground under her feet. Flex her toes and leave the glitter in her room and scream at the uncaring sea until she could find her way back to herself and get the edges of ghosts out of her brain.
Ada knew there were things she had forgotten because she didn't want to remember. That there was a reason she had gone to the water, something about... no. But you could have your way of coping, and she'd have hers.
Which is why there was a barefoot carnie-girl throwing rocks at the ocean down by the boardwalk. Unaware that this was possibly the worst day to be out alone since she'd arrived at Fandom.
[OOC: For one, please, and SP. WARNING FOR POTENTIAL MENTIONS OF CHILD ABDUCTION, ABUSE, AND RELIGIOUS FANATICISM. Ada's only really got three ghosts in her life, but ain't none of them very nice.]
And so Ada had taken herself out of the room where the walls didn't move and the sky couldn't breathe to keep from bothering her roommate. At this hour of the morning -- and weather -- the boardwalk was basically deserted. She could ignore the cold weather, for a bit anyway, and kick off her shoes and get the ground under her feet. Flex her toes and leave the glitter in her room and scream at the uncaring sea until she could find her way back to herself and get the edges of ghosts out of her brain.
Ada knew there were things she had forgotten because she didn't want to remember. That there was a reason she had gone to the water, something about... no. But you could have your way of coping, and she'd have hers.
Which is why there was a barefoot carnie-girl throwing rocks at the ocean down by the boardwalk. Unaware that this was possibly the worst day to be out alone since she'd arrived at Fandom.
[OOC: For one, please, and SP. WARNING FOR POTENTIAL MENTIONS OF CHILD ABDUCTION, ABUSE, AND RELIGIOUS FANATICISM. Ada's only really got three ghosts in her life, but ain't none of them very nice.]