5th Confession [Action]
[There's a small ruckus at the lake-splashing, and then perhaps a quieted (but strangled none-the-less) intake of breath. Not the sound of pain, but of air refilling tired lungs. Wolfwood, clad in rolled-up pants and a T-shit-what an image, him in anything other than a suit-would walk just far enough into the water to feel the sensation of losing balance. Floating uncomfortably.
Water never looked so impending and dangerous before... hell, before it was more of a source of life. Now, he isn't sure... because when he'd been teleported into it, he could only remember the light from the sky fading away and his vision becoming blackness. It reminded him of something he didn't like thinking about.
Makes him wanna smother it out.
He paddles with his hands for a few seconds in water just tall enough to hover in and sinks for a few seconds. Paces back up a muddy slope. Let's try that again. Swims, swims-sinks. He always feels so heavy. The water's thicker than it looks, he surmises. Maybe.
Swim swim sink.
...
Splish!
Gaaasp-
And this continues for a little while. After he tries once he pulls back up to the safety of the shallow, looks around in the usual paranoia, and goes for it again. Before he tried swimming, he really didn't feel any compulsion to learn it. But now that he was in the water, the more he failed, the more it pissed him off. Pissed him way off.
One can find him here, trying to swim, or him just tossed into the grass nearby shaking the water off his hair. His cross is leaned against a tree and a duffel bag next to it, in which you may catch him dragging his regular clothes on over his wet ones.]
Water never looked so impending and dangerous before... hell, before it was more of a source of life. Now, he isn't sure... because when he'd been teleported into it, he could only remember the light from the sky fading away and his vision becoming blackness. It reminded him of something he didn't like thinking about.
Makes him wanna smother it out.
He paddles with his hands for a few seconds in water just tall enough to hover in and sinks for a few seconds. Paces back up a muddy slope. Let's try that again. Swims, swims-sinks. He always feels so heavy. The water's thicker than it looks, he surmises. Maybe.
Swim swim sink.
...
Splish!
Gaaasp-
And this continues for a little while. After he tries once he pulls back up to the safety of the shallow, looks around in the usual paranoia, and goes for it again. Before he tried swimming, he really didn't feel any compulsion to learn it. But now that he was in the water, the more he failed, the more it pissed him off. Pissed him way off.
One can find him here, trying to swim, or him just tossed into the grass nearby shaking the water off his hair. His cross is leaned against a tree and a duffel bag next to it, in which you may catch him dragging his regular clothes on over his wet ones.]