We starve, look at one another, short of breath (arrival)
Claude was dead.
Sheila allows herself to cry, finally, walking down the street with her coat wrapped around herself to keep warm. Her tears feel like ice on her cheeks, and she hiccups with grief, her body shaking from sorrow and cold.
She can't stop thinking about him; how he must have died over there, alone and frightened. She sits on a nearby bench and puts her head in her hands, sobbing louder than before. When she looks up, expecting to see passerby, instead she sees...water? This is odd. Did she take something? Sheila thinks, but she doesn't remember tripping on anything. A lurch of the ship confirms the reality for her. She's on...a boat. In the middle of some ocean.
What the hell is going on?
ooc: Sheila, from Hair. She's taken from the end of the musical.
Sheila allows herself to cry, finally, walking down the street with her coat wrapped around herself to keep warm. Her tears feel like ice on her cheeks, and she hiccups with grief, her body shaking from sorrow and cold.
She can't stop thinking about him; how he must have died over there, alone and frightened. She sits on a nearby bench and puts her head in her hands, sobbing louder than before. When she looks up, expecting to see passerby, instead she sees...water? This is odd. Did she take something? Sheila thinks, but she doesn't remember tripping on anything. A lurch of the ship confirms the reality for her. She's on...a boat. In the middle of some ocean.
What the hell is going on?
ooc: Sheila, from Hair. She's taken from the end of the musical.