[ Blue didnāt think there was much sense in standing around where ever this was that she now found herself and just waiting around for something to happen, so the moment that she gets her bearings back, and her head stops feeling so clouded and unbalanced, she makes her way further into the town.
One embroidered combat boot after the other -- this petite girl has a unique sense of fashion pairing the shoes with a high-collared flowing babydoll dress clearly handmade of mismatched fabrics underneath a well-worn leather bomber jacket.
It doesnāt look very different than your typical American town, but thereās something about the atmosphere that makes her skin crawl ever so slightly. Like something was off, but she couldnāt put her finger on it. Something hanging heavy in the air around her, making the energy feel strange -- and her presence probably wasn't helping, she had a way of amplifying these things.
All she knew for sure was that she wasnāt in Henrietta anymore, so her first order of business is to figure out exactly where here was.
(She probably should have paid more attention in Geography and she might have been able to recognize some of her surroundings as the Northern part of the East Coast. But, alas, sheās clueless.)
The search for answers leads the teenager to a small bulletin board in the library, littered with various colored pieces of paper that advertise different businesses and services provided by the townsfolk. She doesn't pay much attention to anyone else passing by, carefully reading each flyer as though she was seriously debating the options in front of her. When she eventually feels a presence coming up next to her, she lets out a huff of air and finally speaks up ā but without turning her attention away from the bulletin board, as though she's asking speaking to it and not the stranger nearby. ]
There's a lot of handyman competition here, huh?
ii. playing with dolls. ( dollhouse )
[ The house Blue finds herself wandering through is both familiar and... not all at the same time. The decorations, the furniture, the color palette, the entire layout of the house, they are all things that Blue can remember, but she isnāt sure why. It feels as though sheās trying to retrieve a memory that sheās long since forgotten. Digging through the murky waters of her mind and coming up empty-handed each time.
Sheās sure that she never once lived in a house like this. Could she really imagine any of the Fox Way women existing in a house that looked likeā¦ ]
A dollhouse?
[ It doesnāt make sense and Blue tries to find a sensible explanation for the entire thing, but the more that she wanders the long hallways and seemingly empty rooms, the more correct she feels.
(But that doesnāt stop her from trying to rationalize that someone just had horrific interior design tastes. How could she be inside of a dollhouse? She wasnāt that damn small! )
Also, the longer that she wanders, the stranger she feels physically, her joints starting to tighten slightly, like they need to be popped a few good times to release some of the tension that had suddenly built up. But, try as she might ā bending her fingers and wrist one way, then another, and then back again ā thereās never that satisfying sound or feeling. ]
What the hell is going on? [ She whispers, before then raising her voice loud enough for it to echo down the halls a little. ] Hello? This isn't funny! Is there anyone else in here?
[ Her cheeks are a little more flushed than normal, but thatās just from the yelling and the sudden anxiety, right? ]
iii. wildcard
[ choose your own adventure! I defaulted to brackets here, but don't feel tied to it, I can match styles if need be! message cabeswater if you'd like to discuss something different! ]
Blue Sargent | The Raven Cycle
[ Blue didnāt think there was much sense in standing around where ever this was that she now found herself and just waiting around for something to happen, so the moment that she gets her bearings back, and her head stops feeling so clouded and unbalanced, she makes her way further into the town.
One embroidered combat boot after the other -- this petite girl has a unique sense of fashion pairing the shoes with a high-collared flowing babydoll dress clearly handmade of mismatched fabrics underneath a well-worn leather bomber jacket.
It doesnāt look very different than your typical American town, but thereās something about the atmosphere that makes her skin crawl ever so slightly. Like something was off, but she couldnāt put her finger on it. Something hanging heavy in the air around her, making the energy feel strange -- and her presence probably wasn't helping, she had a way of amplifying these things.
All she knew for sure was that she wasnāt in Henrietta anymore, so her first order of business is to figure out exactly where here was.
(She probably should have paid more attention in Geography and she might have been able to recognize some of her surroundings as the Northern part of the East Coast. But, alas, sheās clueless.)
The search for answers leads the teenager to a small bulletin board in the library, littered with various colored pieces of paper that advertise different businesses and services provided by the townsfolk. She doesn't pay much attention to anyone else passing by, carefully reading each flyer as though she was seriously debating the options in front of her. When she eventually feels a presence coming up next to her, she lets out a huff of air and finally speaks up ā but without turning her attention away from the bulletin board, as though she's asking speaking to it and not the stranger nearby. ]
There's a lot of handyman competition here, huh?
ii. playing with dolls. ( dollhouse )
[ The house Blue finds herself wandering through is both familiar and... not all at the same time. The decorations, the furniture, the color palette, the entire layout of the house, they are all things that Blue can remember, but she isnāt sure why. It feels as though sheās trying to retrieve a memory that sheās long since forgotten. Digging through the murky waters of her mind and coming up empty-handed each time.
Sheās sure that she never once lived in a house like this. Could she really imagine any of the Fox Way women existing in a house that looked likeā¦ ]
A dollhouse?
[ It doesnāt make sense and Blue tries to find a sensible explanation for the entire thing, but the more that she wanders the long hallways and seemingly empty rooms, the more correct she feels.
(But that doesnāt stop her from trying to rationalize that someone just had horrific interior design tastes. How could she be inside of a dollhouse? She wasnāt that damn small! )
Also, the longer that she wanders, the stranger she feels physically, her joints starting to tighten slightly, like they need to be popped a few good times to release some of the tension that had suddenly built up. But, try as she might ā bending her fingers and wrist one way, then another, and then back again ā thereās never that satisfying sound or feeling. ]
What the hell is going on? [ She whispers, before then raising her voice loud enough for it to echo down the halls a little. ] Hello? This isn't funny! Is there anyone else in here?
[ Her cheeks are a little more flushed than normal, but thatās just from the yelling and the sudden anxiety, right? ]
iii. wildcard
[ choose your own adventure! I defaulted to brackets here, but don't feel tied to it, I can match styles if need be! message