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fandomtownies2011-04-26 08:31 pm
rivaini-pirate.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2011-04-26 08:31 pm
The Beach - Early Evening
There had been far more graceful entrances to Fandom, but Isabela found that one rarely got to chose what first impression one made. No matter how hard one tried, or how graceful and stunning one was.
Gasping up half water was not something she considered graceful or stunning. Neither did she find it very comfortable and she was sure if this kept up she'd be hacking up a lung. By the time she was dryheaving, she was too exhausted to do much more than roll onto her back and be glad she was even breathing. The daggers she wore on her back poked uncomfortably against her bruises' bruises, but it was a miracle she still had them and so she'd just be grateful for that.
It was a while before she started paying attention to everything around her. Like how the weather was still too nice and balmy after that kind of storm and she abruptly sat up, frowning. She couldn't remember this kind of coastline near the Wounded Coast. Exactly how far had she swum?
"Balls," she groaned as she pushed to her feet and attempted to bring some sort of order to her bandanna and hair, but quickly gave up. Maybe if she walked far enough she'd find someone else of her crew. Or that blasted book.
[Oh so open as she hates me already. This follows after this]
Gasping up half water was not something she considered graceful or stunning. Neither did she find it very comfortable and she was sure if this kept up she'd be hacking up a lung. By the time she was dryheaving, she was too exhausted to do much more than roll onto her back and be glad she was even breathing. The daggers she wore on her back poked uncomfortably against her bruises' bruises, but it was a miracle she still had them and so she'd just be grateful for that.
It was a while before she started paying attention to everything around her. Like how the weather was still too nice and balmy after that kind of storm and she abruptly sat up, frowning. She couldn't remember this kind of coastline near the Wounded Coast. Exactly how far had she swum?
"Balls," she groaned as she pushed to her feet and attempted to bring some sort of order to her bandanna and hair, but quickly gave up. Maybe if she walked far enough she'd find someone else of her crew. Or that blasted book.
[Oh so open as she hates me already. This follows after this]