i. Arrival [Oh she hates this. Oh, she hates this. No matter how idyllic the setting appeared, it did nothing to assuage her panic at being somewhere unfamiliar, with none of her usual things and no memory as to how she got there.
It did seem to be a building with fliers, information, and maps, however, and that sort of research was at least a distraction from that panic.
And so, others walking in might find her surrounded by spread out maps and pamphlets and all the information she could find, spread out on the ground around her as she tried to make sense of it all.
She did try not to be in the way, but it was getting a little out of hand...]
ii. GOATMAN, THERE'S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN [The stories about the 'Goatman' have her... concerned. Almost as much as the general sense of unease and concern she was getting from a town of people who apparently knew her and a home she somehow knew she had that really shouldn't exist. Almost as concerned as the panic freshly building around her electricity seeming to be bled away from her as she wandered into and around the town, like one of her senses was being stripped away.
Almost.
Which is why she's in the woods anyway, searching for a relief from the weird draining feeling, or any explanation as to what was happening. She was too scared to go in too deeply, while she wasn't sure how well she could defend herself, but she had to try something right? Besides, the stories were surely just that: stories.
Right?
The first odd sound or smell or sense is going to have her whipping around towards it, and possibly you, hands up in some sort of defensive posture, and an attempted confident tone as she called out: ] Who's there?!
iii. Toil and trouble [The promise of help, of any kind, is one that Althea can't even begin to ignore. She's absolutely curious, yes, about this magic itself AND whether it has any connection to her strangly fluctuating abilities, but she also just wants something to hold on to in all this: be it from a mentor or her fellow 'classmates' also checking this out.
Ms. Spinner makes it very clear that she's not in the answering mood, however, which means she's going to have to talk to someone else.
Or get suddenly and rapidly shoved togetherinto someone else by Ms. Spinner herself, when she takes too long.]
Sorry! I'm sorry!
iv. wildcard! [ooc: feel free to pm me on here or ask for my plurk if you prefer that, and we can do something else! I'm phobic/have ptsd of deep water and drowning, so that one's probably not going to be something i touch, but otherwise I'm pretty flexible!]
Althea Brooks | Original Character
[Oh she hates this. Oh, she hates this. No matter how idyllic the setting appeared, it did nothing to assuage her panic at being somewhere unfamiliar, with none of her usual things and no memory as to how she got there.
It did seem to be a building with fliers, information, and maps, however, and that sort of research was at least a distraction from that panic.
And so, others walking in might find her surrounded by spread out maps and pamphlets and all the information she could find, spread out on the ground around her as she tried to make sense of it all.
She did try not to be in the way, but it was getting a little out of hand...]
ii. GOATMAN, THERE'S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN
[The stories about the 'Goatman' have her... concerned. Almost as much as the general sense of unease and concern she was getting from a town of people who apparently knew her and a home she somehow knew she had that really shouldn't exist. Almost as concerned as the panic freshly building around her electricity seeming to be bled away from her as she wandered into and around the town, like one of her senses was being stripped away.
Almost.
Which is why she's in the woods anyway, searching for a relief from the weird draining feeling, or any explanation as to what was happening. She was too scared to go in too deeply, while she wasn't sure how well she could defend herself, but she had to try something right? Besides, the stories were surely just that: stories.
Right?
The first odd sound or smell or sense is going to have her whipping around towards it, and possibly you, hands up in some sort of defensive posture, and an attempted confident tone as she called out: ] Who's there?!
iii. Toil and trouble
[The promise of help, of any kind, is one that Althea can't even begin to ignore. She's absolutely curious, yes, about this magic itself AND whether it has any connection to her strangly fluctuating abilities, but she also just wants something to hold on to in all this: be it from a mentor or her fellow 'classmates' also checking this out.
Ms. Spinner makes it very clear that she's not in the answering mood, however, which means she's going to have to talk to someone else.
Or get suddenly and rapidly shoved
togetherinto someone else by Ms. Spinner herself, when she takes too long.]Sorry! I'm sorry!
iv. wildcard!
[ooc: feel free to pm me on here or ask for my plurk if you prefer that, and we can do something else! I'm phobic/have ptsd of deep water and drowning, so that one's probably not going to be something i touch, but otherwise I'm pretty flexible!]