Post by Faylin on Apr 10, 2014 1:30:52 GMT
Character’s Name: - Faylin Grand
OOC Alias: - Setsu
Other Characters: - None
Past Role-play Experience: - On and off for the past decade or more, I've lost count to be honest.
Role-play Sample: -
She woke the way she always wakes - suddenly and completely, breaths short as if she’d been running. She never remembers the dreams when they come to her, only the emotions they’ve dragged out of her as they happened. Her heart is unsettled, fury a smoldering heat in the pit of her stomach as she shakes herself, not even bothering to push her sweat dampened hair from her face as she rolls out of bed and lurches dizzily from her room to the kitchen for water. Her fingers trembled around the plastic cup she leaves on the counter for these moments, has learned over the years that she can’t trust herself with anything made of glass when she wakes like this. She doesn’t bother going to the fridge for the Britta pitcher, simply turning on the faucet and letting the cup fill before drinking deeply.
It doesn’t smother the flames that make her stomach churn or ease the heavy beating of her heart, jaw clenching and her fingers spasm around the plastic as she refills the cup again. She only manages a sip before she dumps the rest down the drain, setting the cup back on the counter, and moving to her bedroom with purpose.
It’s three in the morning, the sidewalk frosted and empty when she steps out in her sneakers and runners leggings, thermal shirt on under an over sized Rochester Red Wings hoodie, hair combed up into a lazy pile on top her head. It’s probably one of the most ill advised things she could do, but it doesn’t take long for the sound of her feet on the ground to drown out everything else. It's been only a few days since she arrived in the city and longer since she's had a dream like this. She chalks it up to first day jitters, concentrates on her breathing as she pounds down the pavement.
It’s not even a mile to the beach, longer to reach Breezy Point, longer still to make the circuit from her apartment to the tip and back around, but the fire is gone by the time she stumbles back into her bed, the watery light of dawn just pinking the eastern skies. With luck, she’d get another hour of restful sleep before needing to be on the train to the library.
She, of course, thinks immediately back to that unremembered dream later that morning when her train unexpectedly rises above ground and she is greeted with unfamiliar spires and an angry sky.
OOC Alias: - Setsu
Other Characters: - None
Past Role-play Experience: - On and off for the past decade or more, I've lost count to be honest.
Role-play Sample: -
She woke the way she always wakes - suddenly and completely, breaths short as if she’d been running. She never remembers the dreams when they come to her, only the emotions they’ve dragged out of her as they happened. Her heart is unsettled, fury a smoldering heat in the pit of her stomach as she shakes herself, not even bothering to push her sweat dampened hair from her face as she rolls out of bed and lurches dizzily from her room to the kitchen for water. Her fingers trembled around the plastic cup she leaves on the counter for these moments, has learned over the years that she can’t trust herself with anything made of glass when she wakes like this. She doesn’t bother going to the fridge for the Britta pitcher, simply turning on the faucet and letting the cup fill before drinking deeply.
It doesn’t smother the flames that make her stomach churn or ease the heavy beating of her heart, jaw clenching and her fingers spasm around the plastic as she refills the cup again. She only manages a sip before she dumps the rest down the drain, setting the cup back on the counter, and moving to her bedroom with purpose.
It’s three in the morning, the sidewalk frosted and empty when she steps out in her sneakers and runners leggings, thermal shirt on under an over sized Rochester Red Wings hoodie, hair combed up into a lazy pile on top her head. It’s probably one of the most ill advised things she could do, but it doesn’t take long for the sound of her feet on the ground to drown out everything else. It's been only a few days since she arrived in the city and longer since she's had a dream like this. She chalks it up to first day jitters, concentrates on her breathing as she pounds down the pavement.
It’s not even a mile to the beach, longer to reach Breezy Point, longer still to make the circuit from her apartment to the tip and back around, but the fire is gone by the time she stumbles back into her bed, the watery light of dawn just pinking the eastern skies. With luck, she’d get another hour of restful sleep before needing to be on the train to the library.
She, of course, thinks immediately back to that unremembered dream later that morning when her train unexpectedly rises above ground and she is greeted with unfamiliar spires and an angry sky.