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estoria2016-03-23 02:03 am
erythristic) wrote in estoria2016-03-23 02:03 am
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[open] if this moment was for me
Who: Grell Sutcliffe (erythristic) & open
When: IC 6/10 - 6/17
Where: Various places around the colony.
What: Getting settled in, having minor adventures, and beating up imaginary opponents.
Rating/Warning: None for now.
[dojo.]
[originally, she had wanted to do this at the gymnasium, but there was something more reassuring about going here. it's always early in the morning, hair braided back tightly and bearing no trace of a smile that she does her training. the routine's been modified since she came here, enough to suit the area, but still. practicing forms, slipping under an enemy's guard, using one of the wooden swords to remember how to move with one in her hand despite the odd shape. though she pulls back her strength so she doesn't break anything, she doesn't restrain her speed and reflexes the same, allowing for the same tactic of offense over defense that she knows so well. she knows fighting, knows combat as much as anything else, and just because this place wasn't at war or needing her to be on high alert was no excuse for falling out of shape.
here, when she takes a break, either to go check something in her bag or to simply sit down and stretch, she's in a quite good mood, and the familiar and foreign faces alike get a smile and a nod to indicate good morning.]
[library.]
[of course, with a lot to learn about and catch up on, she goes to the library to see if there's anything to help her catch up. usually she's in the nonfiction section, pulling down books full of facts, but fiction grabs her eye too, and ones with pretty covers are going to end up in her stacks as well. really, if it looks interesting, she'll at least give the cover a glance before shelving it or adding it to her arms. if she's not trying to reach a book on a higher shelf, then she might be reading something on technology, a dictionary open at the same time next to her that she's flipping through to understand about...every minute or so. it's slow going, but Grell is utterly determined to sort some of this out, even if she's having to make her careful pace through both the explanation and the dictionary. one page might take a while if she has to keep checking things.
or, later on, she's completely given up and has pushed the tech aside for fiction, where despite the rules of the library she occasionally gasps and lets out a soft "no" or "oh no", absorbed in her book enough that she doesn't care that other people can hear her commentary. but the story is so enthralling that she can't help it!]
[church.]
[there's a lot that will have to fall by the wayside in this place. certain schedules, courses of action that had seemed as easy as breathing to her, people she had been in close contact with no longer forwarding regular reports. but one thing that can't, she feels, is respect. so hearing there was a church around...it feels like a central place to conduct what rituals she can get away with. (Grell really doesn't think that people are going to be pleased if she brings in something slain and dead, no matter how much it had been an appropriate offering before.) so, regularly, she comes here when the place is quieter, going off to one of the alcoves with incense and a candle in hand to kneel and pray in a low voice.
always to Him and his brother. mostly to Him, though, the Old Shadow, not in this alien tongue but the language of that land where they met. if He hears and knows somehow, then she wants to speak and maintain that she is still as she ever was, a servant happily who had not forgotten the duty she'd been charged with. she prays, and she never expects anyone to answer.]
[gardens.]
[it's the closest this place has to nature. and while she's disappointed there's nothing too familiar - how could one neglect roses, even one in a shade that wasn't red would have been loved - it's enough. the scent soaks into her skin and her lungs with every breath, and if she closes her eyes she's not here but somewhere far away, in a castle's gardens or in the depths of a forest, when summertime was close but not there yet. then she has to open them, and the illusion is shattered. but still, there's enough to take pleasure in that it's not a waste of time, and she thinks it's going to be a fine time with these strange plants.
except, as things tend to, it's not going too well. either a small cluster of flowers is getting a little too toothy and needs to be sent to sleep with a huff and a "honestly", or some vines have decided that they need to give out a hug and simply...not let go, which frustrates her to no end, or some flowers are particularly lovely and in full bloom, but perhaps the sun is too hot and taking a nap...right here...is the best idea, while a small sign next to them warns of soporific fumes. it's always a gamble, but at least the weather's perpetually nice out.]
[wildcard.]
[have a scenario other than something described? hit me.]
erythristic) & openWhen: IC 6/10 - 6/17
Where: Various places around the colony.
What: Getting settled in, having minor adventures, and beating up imaginary opponents.
Rating/Warning: None for now.
[dojo.]
[originally, she had wanted to do this at the gymnasium, but there was something more reassuring about going here. it's always early in the morning, hair braided back tightly and bearing no trace of a smile that she does her training. the routine's been modified since she came here, enough to suit the area, but still. practicing forms, slipping under an enemy's guard, using one of the wooden swords to remember how to move with one in her hand despite the odd shape. though she pulls back her strength so she doesn't break anything, she doesn't restrain her speed and reflexes the same, allowing for the same tactic of offense over defense that she knows so well. she knows fighting, knows combat as much as anything else, and just because this place wasn't at war or needing her to be on high alert was no excuse for falling out of shape.
here, when she takes a break, either to go check something in her bag or to simply sit down and stretch, she's in a quite good mood, and the familiar and foreign faces alike get a smile and a nod to indicate good morning.]
[library.]
[of course, with a lot to learn about and catch up on, she goes to the library to see if there's anything to help her catch up. usually she's in the nonfiction section, pulling down books full of facts, but fiction grabs her eye too, and ones with pretty covers are going to end up in her stacks as well. really, if it looks interesting, she'll at least give the cover a glance before shelving it or adding it to her arms. if she's not trying to reach a book on a higher shelf, then she might be reading something on technology, a dictionary open at the same time next to her that she's flipping through to understand about...every minute or so. it's slow going, but Grell is utterly determined to sort some of this out, even if she's having to make her careful pace through both the explanation and the dictionary. one page might take a while if she has to keep checking things.
or, later on, she's completely given up and has pushed the tech aside for fiction, where despite the rules of the library she occasionally gasps and lets out a soft "no" or "oh no", absorbed in her book enough that she doesn't care that other people can hear her commentary. but the story is so enthralling that she can't help it!]
[church.]
[there's a lot that will have to fall by the wayside in this place. certain schedules, courses of action that had seemed as easy as breathing to her, people she had been in close contact with no longer forwarding regular reports. but one thing that can't, she feels, is respect. so hearing there was a church around...it feels like a central place to conduct what rituals she can get away with. (Grell really doesn't think that people are going to be pleased if she brings in something slain and dead, no matter how much it had been an appropriate offering before.) so, regularly, she comes here when the place is quieter, going off to one of the alcoves with incense and a candle in hand to kneel and pray in a low voice.
always to Him and his brother. mostly to Him, though, the Old Shadow, not in this alien tongue but the language of that land where they met. if He hears and knows somehow, then she wants to speak and maintain that she is still as she ever was, a servant happily who had not forgotten the duty she'd been charged with. she prays, and she never expects anyone to answer.]
[gardens.]
[it's the closest this place has to nature. and while she's disappointed there's nothing too familiar - how could one neglect roses, even one in a shade that wasn't red would have been loved - it's enough. the scent soaks into her skin and her lungs with every breath, and if she closes her eyes she's not here but somewhere far away, in a castle's gardens or in the depths of a forest, when summertime was close but not there yet. then she has to open them, and the illusion is shattered. but still, there's enough to take pleasure in that it's not a waste of time, and she thinks it's going to be a fine time with these strange plants.
except, as things tend to, it's not going too well. either a small cluster of flowers is getting a little too toothy and needs to be sent to sleep with a huff and a "honestly", or some vines have decided that they need to give out a hug and simply...not let go, which frustrates her to no end, or some flowers are particularly lovely and in full bloom, but perhaps the sun is too hot and taking a nap...right here...is the best idea, while a small sign next to them warns of soporific fumes. it's always a gamble, but at least the weather's perpetually nice out.]
[wildcard.]
[have a scenario other than something described? hit me.]