[Thread] To throw or not to throw?
Characters: AU!Persephone, OPEN
Where: The Park
When: Daytime, today
Summary: Persephone is angry and upset that her boyfriend is in a coma, another of her friends has disappeared, and she's realizing that there really is something severely wrong with her head.
Warnings: Angsty not-goddess is being angsty. AND ANGRY RAWR RAWR RAWR.
Persephone had finished crying in the past hour and now she was angry. Extremely so.
Things had gone wrong in a terrible way. Robin was passed out and there was nothing she could do to wake him. The Doctor had disappeared earlier that day and while they hadn't gotten along all that great at the best of times, she was missing him already. Just another friend gone in this godsawful (gods?) place.
Sick of the compound, she launched herself out of the tree she had been sobbing in for most of the day and landed heavily on the ground. With eyes narrowed, Persephone stooped down and scooped up a rock, staring intently at the floating lightning beings in the sky as she took up a stance. The rock went up and down in her hand. She could throw it, she could, but being fried wasn't particularly pleasing. That and, you know, being mortal wouldn't really hope. It was probably the first time since people claimed she was a goddess that she actually wished it were true.
Where: The Park
When: Daytime, today
Summary: Persephone is angry and upset that her boyfriend is in a coma, another of her friends has disappeared, and she's realizing that there really is something severely wrong with her head.
Warnings: Angsty not-goddess is being angsty. AND ANGRY RAWR RAWR RAWR.
Persephone had finished crying in the past hour and now she was angry. Extremely so.
Things had gone wrong in a terrible way. Robin was passed out and there was nothing she could do to wake him. The Doctor had disappeared earlier that day and while they hadn't gotten along all that great at the best of times, she was missing him already. Just another friend gone in this godsawful (gods?) place.
Sick of the compound, she launched herself out of the tree she had been sobbing in for most of the day and landed heavily on the ground. With eyes narrowed, Persephone stooped down and scooped up a rock, staring intently at the floating lightning beings in the sky as she took up a stance. The rock went up and down in her hand. She could throw it, she could, but being fried wasn't particularly pleasing. That and, you know, being mortal wouldn't really hope. It was probably the first time since people claimed she was a goddess that she actually wished it were true.