buried deep within there's a human

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WHO: Chloe Price and YOOOOOOOOOOOU
WHAT: Catch all for May
WHEN: ... May
WHERE: Anywhere and everywhere
NOTES: I feel like Chloe's a generic warning unto herself, but expect swears and innuendo and I'll warn in subject lines for anything that could be worse.

i. my mind's lost in bleak visions (the docks; cw for alcohol use)

When things went crazy at home, Chloe had always gone to the lighthouse. Here, the docks seemed like the closest thing. A place she could sit that was above the water enough to not worry about getting wet, but close enough to stare out over the waves and feel a little more grounded. She didn't know why water was so calming, but it was about all she had to grasp to and she wasn't in the mood to analyze it too deeply because of that.

Normal people might have gone to their friends to confide in the frustrations she had over everything; the growing resentment she felt for being othered as a Rifter, the anger at the propositions being made, the overwhelming exhaustion that came from being distrusted simply because she existed no matter what world she was in. Chloe, however, was taking comfort from a bottle because talking to people was just... hard. Old habits never disappeared no matter how much she tried to change her outlook on life.

So she was sitting near the edge of an empty dock, feet dangling off the edge, bottle in hand, staring out and waiting to see if anyone yelled at her to leave. She was content to stay there long as she was allowed, though - at least until it got too close to curfew and she'd have to trudge back to her room, but that was more than a ways off.

ii. limbs lost to dead weight stake (gallows)

When she wasn't drowning her sorrows down by the docks, Chloe was looking for distractions. She didn't have enough money for shopping distractions to say the least and she was avoiding any research work like the plague while she tried to sort out her emotions, which meant that she was instead looking for them in the only thing she had left; art and mechanics.

When focused on her art, Chloe could be found sitting just about anywhere, paper and charcoal in hands, or homemade paint beside her with a brush instead, making sure to try and capture sketches of the views around her, or pushing out sketches for art that could be used in protest, or if someone were to come by at just the right moment, they might catch her making portraits of a certain elf who had managed to capture her heart and went by the name of Fern.

And when focused on mechanics, she was sitting with a stored broken cart that she had procured months prior, scrap metal beside her, trying to see if she could make a simple engine from the spare parts. Nothing fancy, certainly not enough to make a car, but maybe enough to make pushing heavy loads a bit easier for one person who didn't have a lot of muscle. It was slow going, a good deal of failure and a lot of forehead wrinkling, but it at least kept her mind and her hands busy on something that didn't make her particularly enraged.

iii. take me out of this place i'm in (wild card)

[ if you wanna plot something, shoot me a message over at keshet or just put up a starter of your choice if you like that organic rp life. ]

Comments

[nadasharillen]

This is a concept both unexpected and exciting, and Nari's eyes light up with curiosity at the explanation of its use.

"I bet the person who said it seemed pointless when you could just use magic can use magic," she replies dryly, her lips twitching with humor. Contrary to Chloe's hope, the elf is bordering on certain that advancements brought about by rifters might be seen as near the same as magic (and just as frightening) unless the folk using them could be made to understand their workings. Even so, that it had occurred to the young woman to try to share things that made life in her own world easier was touching. There were enough of the kind of people in the world who would, in her shoes, keep any edge they could muster close to their chest.

"How is it meant to work?"