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estoria2015-03-06 11:05 pm
mermaiding) wrote in estoria2015-03-06 11:05 pm
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We could run like wild things [Open!]
Who: mermaiding & YOU
When: I mean, you know... (IC: 11/27? Probably??);late at night
Where: the pool
What: Oona's found a pool and tries to overcome her anxiety with swimming. But it's after hours and someone's bound to get the wrong idea.
Rating/Warning: Oona skinny dips and is probably going to be naked through 99% of her interactions with people here. Also descriptions of near-drowning. Also angst?? I swear Oona's brand of ridiculous obnoxiousness will be back after the initial post...
[She'd known of the pool's existence for a little while now. It wasn't as though she'd been actively seeking it out--partly because it wasn't the sea and therefore wasn't good enough, and partly because she wasn't sure how to feel about water now.
As a mermaid, water was part of her life in every way. It was part of her, a deep connection she could never sever and yet... Right now, the thought scared her. She was a mermaid; she knew that, boasted about it as proudly as she pleased, but after spending so long in her human form she couldn't help feel a little anxious. What if it didn't feel the same? What if she somehow forgot how to swim, how to make the water part of her?
What if she just didn't feel anything?
It wasn't terribly late at night-- late enough that the pool was supposed to be closed and locked up tight, but it wasn't this night. Maybe it was a glitch, maybe someone had royally fucked up closing it-- who knows and who cares? Oona counted it as a blessing as she looked around to see if anyone was around (totally not suspicious in the slightest!) before entering.
Her heart is pounding in her chest hard enough that she's a little afraid it might burst out. The pool water is undisturbed, clear and tempting as she teeters at the edge of it, debating.
The last time she'd been in a pool, she'd been held captive in it. When turning human her new cell still had a deep tank, but Oona had never entered it in the year she'd been in it except to bust it open and escape. At the time she'd been in too much of a frenzy of blood and revenge and desperate to escape to bother thinking more about it.
Oona takes her time undressing (clothes, after all, have no meaning to her beyond "I need to cover up so the humans don't lose their fool minds"), giving herself a chance to come to terms with this.
And then she jumped.
The water was cold, but Oona had lived in colder. The initial splash was dulled, all her senses muting as she allowed herself to sink to the bottom.
First she had to fight her instinct to start breathing immediately--she had no gills in this form--and to move her legs as one. She forced herself to stay relatively still, except for the movements required to keep her submerged so deep down. If she didn't think about it too hard it was almost--almost--like she could pretend she was home again. Her ears strained for the familiar noises of her family, her skin prickling for the currents of the water that didn't quite exist here.
Then she opened her eyes--still sharp, still able to pick out the details as easily as if she was using goggles.The chemicals stung her eyes some and the illusion of being in the sea was ruined, calm replaced with bitter disappointment. Her scars began to ache a little, her chest aching as she held her breath.
It burned, and her anger burned with it as she fought against her rising desperation to surface for air. No. She didn't want to give in to this awful human desire for air. She wanted to stay down there, to breath in the water and let it consume her entirely, to go back--
But the need for air is stronger and Oona isn't a complete fool. She kicks powerfully and breeches the surface with a ragged gasp, coughing a little. Her next exhale is a scream of rage, however, her fists splashing ineffectively against the water, and she dives again.
Another scream, muffled o course by the water. But she screams until her air runs out and surfaces again with a choked sob; she can pretend for a moment that her angry tears are just the water from the pool and maybe if she tells herself that enough times she's believe it to be true.]
mermaiding & YOUWhen: I mean, you know... (IC: 11/27? Probably??);late at night
Where: the pool
What: Oona's found a pool and tries to overcome her anxiety with swimming. But it's after hours and someone's bound to get the wrong idea.
Rating/Warning: Oona skinny dips and is probably going to be naked through 99% of her interactions with people here. Also descriptions of near-drowning. Also angst?? I swear Oona's brand of ridiculous obnoxiousness will be back after the initial post...
[She'd known of the pool's existence for a little while now. It wasn't as though she'd been actively seeking it out--partly because it wasn't the sea and therefore wasn't good enough, and partly because she wasn't sure how to feel about water now.
As a mermaid, water was part of her life in every way. It was part of her, a deep connection she could never sever and yet... Right now, the thought scared her. She was a mermaid; she knew that, boasted about it as proudly as she pleased, but after spending so long in her human form she couldn't help feel a little anxious. What if it didn't feel the same? What if she somehow forgot how to swim, how to make the water part of her?
What if she just didn't feel anything?
It wasn't terribly late at night-- late enough that the pool was supposed to be closed and locked up tight, but it wasn't this night. Maybe it was a glitch, maybe someone had royally fucked up closing it-- who knows and who cares? Oona counted it as a blessing as she looked around to see if anyone was around (totally not suspicious in the slightest!) before entering.
Her heart is pounding in her chest hard enough that she's a little afraid it might burst out. The pool water is undisturbed, clear and tempting as she teeters at the edge of it, debating.
The last time she'd been in a pool, she'd been held captive in it. When turning human her new cell still had a deep tank, but Oona had never entered it in the year she'd been in it except to bust it open and escape. At the time she'd been in too much of a frenzy of blood and revenge and desperate to escape to bother thinking more about it.
Oona takes her time undressing (clothes, after all, have no meaning to her beyond "I need to cover up so the humans don't lose their fool minds"), giving herself a chance to come to terms with this.
And then she jumped.
The water was cold, but Oona had lived in colder. The initial splash was dulled, all her senses muting as she allowed herself to sink to the bottom.
First she had to fight her instinct to start breathing immediately--she had no gills in this form--and to move her legs as one. She forced herself to stay relatively still, except for the movements required to keep her submerged so deep down. If she didn't think about it too hard it was almost--almost--like she could pretend she was home again. Her ears strained for the familiar noises of her family, her skin prickling for the currents of the water that didn't quite exist here.
Then she opened her eyes--still sharp, still able to pick out the details as easily as if she was using goggles.The chemicals stung her eyes some and the illusion of being in the sea was ruined, calm replaced with bitter disappointment. Her scars began to ache a little, her chest aching as she held her breath.
It burned, and her anger burned with it as she fought against her rising desperation to surface for air. No. She didn't want to give in to this awful human desire for air. She wanted to stay down there, to breath in the water and let it consume her entirely, to go back--
But the need for air is stronger and Oona isn't a complete fool. She kicks powerfully and breeches the surface with a ragged gasp, coughing a little. Her next exhale is a scream of rage, however, her fists splashing ineffectively against the water, and she dives again.
Another scream, muffled o course by the water. But she screams until her air runs out and surfaces again with a choked sob; she can pretend for a moment that her angry tears are just the water from the pool and maybe if she tells herself that enough times she's believe it to be true.]