[ Bad dreams have a habit of leaving her out of sorts. By that, she wakes up feeling wrong in her skin and wrestling with brain fog that lasts the whole day.
Sometimes, she's back in the corridors of her school. Rain falling in thick sheets of grey that obscure everything not protected by a roof. Beyond that, rapid footfalls and screams. Always, the screams.
Sometimes, she's in the workshop at TALOS. There's flood water up to her knees and out of the corner of her eye she realizes the sparks at the far end of the room are the reason why the water's getting really warm. She can't ever leave the room, and the lights end up shutting down one by one.
Waking up here was different: in the dream, there was a forest. But it's not like the protected areas from back home. These are like the ones she's only ever seen on TV with really tall trees and that eerie silence.
Her ankle still hurts. Or she thinks it does. But walking helps. ]
What the hell is this place?
[ You'll find her standing in the middle of the street; a little wide-eyed and worse for wear.
Fuck, it's cold.
She's from the tropics. They don't get weather like this over there. ]
good endures; spinning wheels
[ She's plunked her butt down on a bench in the middle of a park of some sorts and has tucked her hands squarely in the pockets of her jeans. It's a little weird that she's come across a couple of spinning wheels and even weirder is that feeling of wanting to stick her finger on the spiky end.
She's not a big fan of needles (thanks, childhood trauma) so wanting to touch it is freaking her out ten ways to Sunday.
Also, what is it with this freaky town and why has she seen that same person in the last five places she's been in? ]
dealer's choice.
[ Kaya's short a couple centimeters of five feet tall and looks like she should still be in gradeschool even if she's been fourteen for the last five months. Feel free to chat her up or... something. ]
kaya fajardo | original character | ota
[ Bad dreams have a habit of leaving her out of sorts. By that, she wakes up feeling wrong in her skin and wrestling with brain fog that lasts the whole day.
Sometimes, she's back in the corridors of her school. Rain falling in thick sheets of grey that obscure everything not protected by a roof. Beyond that, rapid footfalls and screams. Always, the screams.
Sometimes, she's in the workshop at TALOS. There's flood water up to her knees and out of the corner of her eye she realizes the sparks at the far end of the room are the reason why the water's getting really warm. She can't ever leave the room, and the lights end up shutting down one by one.
Waking up here was different: in the dream, there was a forest. But it's not like the protected areas from back home. These are like the ones she's only ever seen on TV with really tall trees and that eerie silence.
Her ankle still hurts. Or she thinks it does. But walking helps. ]
What the hell is this place?
[ You'll find her standing in the middle of the street; a little wide-eyed and worse for wear.
Fuck, it's cold.
She's from the tropics. They don't get weather like this over there. ]
good endures; spinning wheels
[ She's plunked her butt down on a bench in the middle of a park of some sorts and has tucked her hands squarely in the pockets of her jeans. It's a little weird that she's come across a couple of spinning wheels and even weirder is that feeling of wanting to stick her finger on the spiky end.
She's not a big fan of needles (thanks, childhood trauma) so wanting to touch it is freaking her out ten ways to Sunday.
Also, what is it with this freaky town and why has she seen that same person in the last five places she's been in? ]
dealer's choice.
[ Kaya's short a couple centimeters of five feet tall and looks like she should still be in gradeschool even if she's been fourteen for the last five months. Feel free to chat her up or... something. ]