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Characters: Tear Grants, Anise Tatlin.
Content: The usual waking up in a strange new city and hopelessly trying to figure out what’s going on. All that fun stuff.
Location: Rockefeller Center. [Sure? 8D]
Time of day: Night.
Warnings: None I can think of. Will edit if something comes up.
With years of soldier training ingrained into her head from as far as she could remember, Tear’s body could and usually did respond as the slightest inconsistency with the world around her. Senses honed and reflexes sharpened, the young woman wasn’t one to be rendered defenseless easily; but this time it was different. The moment she cracked her eyes open, Tear should have responded; urged herself to move and access the situation for what it was. But instead, all she could do was stare pitifully up at the darkened sky above her. She blinked lazily; the only coherent thought running through her head being a simple acknowledgement that…the ground was very hard and very cold.
She blinked again and then shifted her gaze, slowly finding a flagpole just to the left of her, a tattered flag barely hanging to the top. Hm. Nothing registered in her mind except the recognition of the fabric’s colors, but even that thought was fleeting, promptly being replaced with that ever-constant reminder that the ground was still hard and still very much cold. That was the only thing that rendered her to move in the end. “Mmf.” She groaned softly, pushing herself up with a little more effort than she’d like to admit. Her body continued to swing forward even after she reached an upright position; her head colliding carefully with her palms as she hunched over her lap, trying to soothe away the ache in her head. Moments ticked by, the time lengthening while she maintained that position, but as with everything, it was only a matter of time.
Tear lifted her head, and finally allowed herself to look around; her gaze flirting over anything an’ everything as she did a general sweep of the area around her. Her disoriented mind couldn’t fully process what she was seeing, not yet, but she had enough sense about her to realize that something was wrong. Very wrong. Especially when she noticed that her staff was missing and after a quick check under the folds of her uniform, her knives were added to her list of missing items from her possession. “Where…” Her voice felt strangely loud in the resounding silence around her and she promptly sealed her lips shut, ending the question before it could truly form. She felt strangely vulnerable all of a sudden-having no available weapon at her disposal while nothing looked familiar; nothing looked remotely like anything she knew-the streets, the buildings, the everything. What happened and where was she?
Things finally clicked then. Not where she was, not what had happened, but what she should do. Her body was finally responding as it should have from the beginning; old habits of being a soldier coming back into play as she quickly cut the situation down, outlining her next plan of action with clear-cut steps. She didn’t know what had happened, but sitting here, waiting for an answer wasn’t an option-why waste time overthinking something she clearly didn’t understand? The best plan would be to move, see if she could find someone or maybe find something that would explain where she was.
With that settled, it was only a quick push up to her feet and then she was off. Except…it wasn’t a quick push up to her feet-the action once again taking a bit more effort on Tear’s part and even more effort for her to keep her balance for the first couple moments; her head spinning. She uselessly tried shutting her eyes and even shook her head a little. “Come on.” Her voice was almost inaudible, the self-reprimanding barely reaching her own ears. For the moment, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of frustration aimed at nothing more than herself-she was stronger than this. She needed to stop wasting time and move. Despite her mental chiding though, it took a few moments longer for the dizziness to pass, and then an’ only then did she finally start moving. She still had no idea where she was going; having chosen to simply start moving the direction she was already facing. Tear just hoped something of help would present itself soon.
Content: The usual waking up in a strange new city and hopelessly trying to figure out what’s going on. All that fun stuff.
Location: Rockefeller Center. [Sure? 8D]
Time of day: Night.
Warnings: None I can think of. Will edit if something comes up.
With years of soldier training ingrained into her head from as far as she could remember, Tear’s body could and usually did respond as the slightest inconsistency with the world around her. Senses honed and reflexes sharpened, the young woman wasn’t one to be rendered defenseless easily; but this time it was different. The moment she cracked her eyes open, Tear should have responded; urged herself to move and access the situation for what it was. But instead, all she could do was stare pitifully up at the darkened sky above her. She blinked lazily; the only coherent thought running through her head being a simple acknowledgement that…the ground was very hard and very cold.
She blinked again and then shifted her gaze, slowly finding a flagpole just to the left of her, a tattered flag barely hanging to the top. Hm. Nothing registered in her mind except the recognition of the fabric’s colors, but even that thought was fleeting, promptly being replaced with that ever-constant reminder that the ground was still hard and still very much cold. That was the only thing that rendered her to move in the end. “Mmf.” She groaned softly, pushing herself up with a little more effort than she’d like to admit. Her body continued to swing forward even after she reached an upright position; her head colliding carefully with her palms as she hunched over her lap, trying to soothe away the ache in her head. Moments ticked by, the time lengthening while she maintained that position, but as with everything, it was only a matter of time.
Tear lifted her head, and finally allowed herself to look around; her gaze flirting over anything an’ everything as she did a general sweep of the area around her. Her disoriented mind couldn’t fully process what she was seeing, not yet, but she had enough sense about her to realize that something was wrong. Very wrong. Especially when she noticed that her staff was missing and after a quick check under the folds of her uniform, her knives were added to her list of missing items from her possession. “Where…” Her voice felt strangely loud in the resounding silence around her and she promptly sealed her lips shut, ending the question before it could truly form. She felt strangely vulnerable all of a sudden-having no available weapon at her disposal while nothing looked familiar; nothing looked remotely like anything she knew-the streets, the buildings, the everything. What happened and where was she?
Things finally clicked then. Not where she was, not what had happened, but what she should do. Her body was finally responding as it should have from the beginning; old habits of being a soldier coming back into play as she quickly cut the situation down, outlining her next plan of action with clear-cut steps. She didn’t know what had happened, but sitting here, waiting for an answer wasn’t an option-why waste time overthinking something she clearly didn’t understand? The best plan would be to move, see if she could find someone or maybe find something that would explain where she was.
With that settled, it was only a quick push up to her feet and then she was off. Except…it wasn’t a quick push up to her feet-the action once again taking a bit more effort on Tear’s part and even more effort for her to keep her balance for the first couple moments; her head spinning. She uselessly tried shutting her eyes and even shook her head a little. “Come on.” Her voice was almost inaudible, the self-reprimanding barely reaching her own ears. For the moment, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of frustration aimed at nothing more than herself-she was stronger than this. She needed to stop wasting time and move. Despite her mental chiding though, it took a few moments longer for the dizziness to pass, and then an’ only then did she finally start moving. She still had no idea where she was going; having chosen to simply start moving the direction she was already facing. Tear just hoped something of help would present itself soon.