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closed / come find me please? i'm in a ditch.
Who: Trucy & Qrow
When: Ehhh let's say now?
Where: the Wilde
What: Sometimes curious teenagers with no powers end up where they shouldn't and bad things happen.
Warnings: Sadness and injuries
[ Perhaps Trucy ending up on the outskirts of town, where the wall glistens with magic, was inevitable. Perhaps each step she took beyond that was simply stupidity, boundless curiosity she should have ignored, given that it's starting to get dark and she can't find her way back, every path seeming to take her deeper into the twisting wilderness.
She was sure she went left here.
Trucy sucks in a breath, one which shudders down her throat and into her lungs, and tugs her cloak around her more tightly. Just... Keep going this way. This is where she came from, right? It's fine, as long as she keeps walking.
The Wilde hums with occasional noises, with those of scurrying footsteps and what she thinks, thinks might be a person. A hunter? Oh, as long as it's someone friendly who knows the way. She ducks behind a tree, trying to catch a glimpse of what, or who, approaches, too engrossed in what's in front of her to pay attention to the noises behind her until a branch snaps as loudly as bone. ]
Eeek!
[ And she scrambles out from behind the tree, a hand holding her hat on her head and heart racing. Shrieking? Probably not the best way to avoid attracting attention. ]
When: Ehhh let's say now?
Where: the Wilde
What: Sometimes curious teenagers with no powers end up where they shouldn't and bad things happen.
Warnings: Sadness and injuries
[ Perhaps Trucy ending up on the outskirts of town, where the wall glistens with magic, was inevitable. Perhaps each step she took beyond that was simply stupidity, boundless curiosity she should have ignored, given that it's starting to get dark and she can't find her way back, every path seeming to take her deeper into the twisting wilderness.
She was sure she went left here.
Trucy sucks in a breath, one which shudders down her throat and into her lungs, and tugs her cloak around her more tightly. Just... Keep going this way. This is where she came from, right? It's fine, as long as she keeps walking.
The Wilde hums with occasional noises, with those of scurrying footsteps and what she thinks, thinks might be a person. A hunter? Oh, as long as it's someone friendly who knows the way. She ducks behind a tree, trying to catch a glimpse of what, or who, approaches, too engrossed in what's in front of her to pay attention to the noises behind her until a branch snaps as loudly as bone. ]
Eeek!
[ And she scrambles out from behind the tree, a hand holding her hat on her head and heart racing. Shrieking? Probably not the best way to avoid attracting attention. ]