Something a little... wet.
Who: Rita kyudousha and anyone who wants to see some drowning?
Where: Lake Meridian. Thanks, Oz. B|
Style: Any~
Status: Open~
[She looks positively bedraggled, her hair clinging to her scalp and clothes soaked through like she's just drowned herself thrice over, and then some. A strange lack of a textbook holder, but understandable, since, well, books don't tend to last in water, and it's not like scrolls conduct aer efficiently while wet anyway.
Shivering. It's the beginning of winter, and for some reason, Rita's walking around with her clothes soaked through and glancing about with a paranoid eye. Not the most intelligent of moves, she knows. Well, she knows now, at any rate. She wasn't exactly thinking clearer when she left the house. Even she recognizes that lapse on logic and pretty much hates herself for it, but in her defense, she had a good reason. If she had stayed in that house, she might've gone insane.
Or drowned. Either of the two, she's not sure which one would've been the worse fate. But at any rate, the further away from that damn house (and her bathtub, shower head, kitchen sink), the better.
... Or maybe a little too far. Because about a moment later, cresting over the small hill shivering and pondering over the likelihood of hypothermia, the fucking lake comes into view.
There's a moment of 'oh shi-', followed by a stilted pause. And before her mind registers the implications, she's charging head-first into the lake like she's never seen water in her life.
SPLASH.]
Where: Lake Meridian. Thanks, Oz. B|
Style: Any~
Status: Open~
[She looks positively bedraggled, her hair clinging to her scalp and clothes soaked through like she's just drowned herself thrice over, and then some. A strange lack of a textbook holder, but understandable, since, well, books don't tend to last in water, and it's not like scrolls conduct aer efficiently while wet anyway.
Shivering. It's the beginning of winter, and for some reason, Rita's walking around with her clothes soaked through and glancing about with a paranoid eye. Not the most intelligent of moves, she knows. Well, she knows now, at any rate. She wasn't exactly thinking clearer when she left the house. Even she recognizes that lapse on logic and pretty much hates herself for it, but in her defense, she had a good reason. If she had stayed in that house, she might've gone insane.
Or drowned. Either of the two, she's not sure which one would've been the worse fate. But at any rate, the further away from that damn house (and her bathtub, shower head, kitchen sink), the better.
... Or maybe a little too far. Because about a moment later, cresting over the small hill shivering and pondering over the likelihood of hypothermia, the fucking lake comes into view.
There's a moment of 'oh shi-', followed by a stilted pause. And before her mind registers the implications, she's charging head-first into the lake like she's never seen water in her life.
SPLASH.]