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Mattie Crause RP...
By: Tea Date: May 3, 2014, 10:46 pm
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(Looking for someone for a light RP. I've been out of the
writing game for a few months and have a lot going on IRL so my
posts may be a bit delayed. I'm hoping this can get me going
again though. I prefer at least two paragraph responses, one if
it has a decent amount of detail. Longer posts are of course
welcome. Thanks!)
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The new spring air is crisp and carries the last bright petals
of the tree flowers in its breeze. As the sun is nearing the
tree tops still fresh with new life, a shimmer slowly becomes
visible near the only source of sound in the area aside from the
gentle chirps of birds; a small stream babbling quietly as it
slowly smooths the stones and mud beneath it. If anywhere other
than this wooded place, one might think it simply the heat
seeping from ground reaching back to it's home in the sky.
Suddenly the shimmer quickens, like a stone tossed in water the
ripples fan out and become stronger. A flash of light fills the
meadow so suddenly it could have been lightning if the sky was
not clear of any clouds. The bird song has suddenly stopped,
leaving only the stream to speak as a form is now crumpled upon
the ground where the shimmering had been only moments before.
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A wet cough ricochets through Mattie's chest as her body curls
in on itself, a weak attempt to keep the contents in her stomach
in check. This happens every time. She had hoped that one day it
would get easier, that it wouldn't hurt so much. Alas, every
time is just the same. The nausea, the headache, the chills,
it's as if she contracts the flu after every jump. Bringing a
hand from holding her stomach she wipes her mouth and then her
eyes which are wet with tears. Despite the throbbing pain
radiating from behind them, she attempts to look around. That is
a mistake. The bright afternoon sunlight is like a pair of
daggers driven into her eye balls. She winces and raises her
hand again, this time to block the sun from another attack.
Gingerly she pushes her torso up and out of the fetal position
she had been laying in. Where is she? Taking in her surroundings
through slit eyes she realizes she is in a meadow of some sort.
At the same time she come to this conclusion she reaches
another. She is wet? Looking at the ground around her, she soon
realizes why. There is a stream not a foot away, and the right
side of her lower half is currently sitting in the moist silt
that runs on either side of the water. Wonderful. With a groan
she pushes herself up with her hands, the grit beneath them
poking and rubbing against her palms. An attempt to clean the
dirt off helps some, but her main problem is the wet spot
running from the hemline at her knee all the way up to the small
belt wrapped around her middle. It seems her dress is ruined.
There isn't much of a chance that it isn't incredibly out dated
where ever she is anyway though.
Mattie sighs and trudges forward through the ankle to knee high
weeds as they tug and pull at her hosery. She needs to find
shelter before it gets dark, and clothing from this era as well.
The last thing she needs is to be accused of being a witch like
last time. She had been wearing a bright pink dress from 1973
-the time which she had last been in before being pulled through
the rift yet again- when she landed in a village called Salem.
That was undoubtedly the worst experience she has had so far and
she hopes it never happens again. Of course, with no way to
control the pull and never knowing when it will happen she
doesn't have much say in the matter. At the moment she is in a
navy blue dress which plain until you reach her shoulders,
cuffed in a flowing gold patterned fabric. Only a half hour ago
she was walking down a street in New York in 1921, the month was
September. It had been almost three months since her last jump,
she was finally starting to feel a little settled again. Then of
course, the shimmering started. There was barely enough time for
her to dash into a near by alleyway before it dragged her
through time. Her small bag of groceries laying as markers of
her path on the concrete. One of the few pieces of evidence that
she ever existed at all.
Now, Mattie searches for any sort of path out of the meadow, and
hopefully to civilization. A gentle breeze envelopes her making
the lingering chills worsen momentarily. She wraps her arms
around her body in an attempt to generate some warmth and
protection against the cold. At first she sees nothing through
the underbrush of weeds, thorns and dead branches, but finally
she comes across a small and mostly overgrown path. With arms
wrapped around herself in an attempt to both stop her shivering
and keep herself warm she exits the small clearing and begins
her journey.
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