Rivers are evil in so many ways (Closed)
Characters: Emma Pillsbury and Nill
Setting/Location: Their room
Date & Time: Day 5, afternoonish
Warnings: None
Summary: Two roommates finally meet! If only that smell wasn't such a bad memory trigger...
To say the least, the caravan smelled like hell. Because that's where Emma felt like she'd been sent.
It was almost as if she'd predicted--or maybe doomed herself to--her fate after she'd replied to Ty Lee on the network. Not that she'd had to test her meager swimming skills, thank God, but what happened was no better. She could forgive falling out of the top bunk of the bed. She could forgive all the tipping and shaking. She could even almost forgive the fact that all the jostling had messed up her perfect order of things in her room.
What she couldn't forgive was the smell.
It started off faint, almost alarming her as cleaned up, but she managed to shrug it off as well she could. But then it got worse and worse, and with it, panic began to set in. Despite her building headache and nausea, all she could concentrate on was sitting in bed in a tight ball under the sheets. That smell was awfully similar to another one, and it made her constantly rub herself as if she was trying to brush something off. It felt like she'd fallen back into that runoff lagoon from her childhood, the one experience that had messed her up for years since. It was like she could hear the cows right beside her, mooing and mooing...
She chanced a peek out from under the sheets, only to see a cow staring back at her.
With a whimper, Emma covered her head again. Not even her desperate urge for a shower was going to drive her out of that bed.
Setting/Location: Their room
Date & Time: Day 5, afternoonish
Warnings: None
Summary: Two roommates finally meet! If only that smell wasn't such a bad memory trigger...
To say the least, the caravan smelled like hell. Because that's where Emma felt like she'd been sent.
It was almost as if she'd predicted--or maybe doomed herself to--her fate after she'd replied to Ty Lee on the network. Not that she'd had to test her meager swimming skills, thank God, but what happened was no better. She could forgive falling out of the top bunk of the bed. She could forgive all the tipping and shaking. She could even almost forgive the fact that all the jostling had messed up her perfect order of things in her room.
What she couldn't forgive was the smell.
It started off faint, almost alarming her as cleaned up, but she managed to shrug it off as well she could. But then it got worse and worse, and with it, panic began to set in. Despite her building headache and nausea, all she could concentrate on was sitting in bed in a tight ball under the sheets. That smell was awfully similar to another one, and it made her constantly rub herself as if she was trying to brush something off. It felt like she'd fallen back into that runoff lagoon from her childhood, the one experience that had messed her up for years since. It was like she could hear the cows right beside her, mooing and mooing...
She chanced a peek out from under the sheets, only to see a cow staring back at her.
With a whimper, Emma covered her head again. Not even her desperate urge for a shower was going to drive her out of that bed.