[Introduction] I would have left the world all bleeding
Fuchsia Groan, at a distance, would look like she is sleeping.
She is beneath a large tree she would have neither the inclination, nor the knowledge to identify. To an observer, one would see a young woman, much younger looking than the age she thinks she is, who neither beautiful nor ugly. She has long black hair, that always looks a bit wild, and is particularly tangled right now. Right now, it also would be rather wet. Most of that would be water, but a small portion is blood from a head wound. The sill of her window is responsible for both the head wound and her current state: semi-consciousness. The wound is nasty enough to require cleaning, and give her a headache, but not so severe as to cause further concern, unless, of course, she is to fall into a moat.
Fuchsia Groan is outside of her room, outside of the castle, in her nightgown.
It's her cream nightgown she first notices when she awakens, not that she's drenched, or that the place through the trees is not Gormenghast, the stones she's grown to hate. For a woman so full of imagination, she never thinks to look at the building. Gormenghast is what she expects, so that is what she sees. No, being outside in her nightgown is what's immediately distressing.
She notices her hands next. Always a lady's hands, she's surprised that they look different, smoother and keeps turning them over, expecting them to change. She always thought she knew the back of her hand, like, frankly, the back of her hand. They're also a bit dirty, like she's bathed in muddy water. Sitting up, she puts a hand to her head, feels the wound, and the blood amidst the tangles of her hair.
Fuchsia Groan starts screaming once she gets a good look at her muddy, bloody, hand.
Name: Fuchsia Groan
Fandom: Gormenghast
Media: Television / Book (See drownedfuchsia 's profile for the delineation.)
Typist: Spy
Other relevant info: Just after she drowned (but she has no memory of that), hence her current state, Technically, she's 32, but she's going to look younger. She's going to be a bit unsteady due to the knock on the head.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.
She is beneath a large tree she would have neither the inclination, nor the knowledge to identify. To an observer, one would see a young woman, much younger looking than the age she thinks she is, who neither beautiful nor ugly. She has long black hair, that always looks a bit wild, and is particularly tangled right now. Right now, it also would be rather wet. Most of that would be water, but a small portion is blood from a head wound. The sill of her window is responsible for both the head wound and her current state: semi-consciousness. The wound is nasty enough to require cleaning, and give her a headache, but not so severe as to cause further concern, unless, of course, she is to fall into a moat.
Fuchsia Groan is outside of her room, outside of the castle, in her nightgown.
It's her cream nightgown she first notices when she awakens, not that she's drenched, or that the place through the trees is not Gormenghast, the stones she's grown to hate. For a woman so full of imagination, she never thinks to look at the building. Gormenghast is what she expects, so that is what she sees. No, being outside in her nightgown is what's immediately distressing.
She notices her hands next. Always a lady's hands, she's surprised that they look different, smoother and keeps turning them over, expecting them to change. She always thought she knew the back of her hand, like, frankly, the back of her hand. They're also a bit dirty, like she's bathed in muddy water. Sitting up, she puts a hand to her head, feels the wound, and the blood amidst the tangles of her hair.
Fuchsia Groan starts screaming once she gets a good look at her muddy, bloody, hand.
Name: Fuchsia Groan
Fandom: Gormenghast
Media: Television / Book (See drownedfuchsia 's profile for the delineation.)
Typist: Spy
Other relevant info: Just after she drowned (but she has no memory of that), hence her current state, Technically, she's 32, but she's going to look younger. She's going to be a bit unsteady due to the knock on the head.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.