[ Lucille Fairweather, 18, first year college student currently undecided on her undergrad degree, but with aspirations toward law/civil service. I have a workshop top level here and am open for plotting. Feel free to comment there or hmu @ impearls! ]
🌈 II-B. JAILBREAK.
[ Let's be honest here, this situation doesn't look good. It's downright bleak, and while there's a part of her that still wants to believe that this is some strange dream, Lucille knows this is weird, even for her. She could panic (she should panic), but there isn't time for that; the moment her "REBOOT" brand starts to bite into her skin, she's on the move. It doesn't take her long to figure out what she needs to do—but the billowing blue smoke helps push along the process.
Which is how she finds herself here, outside of another glass-walled cage after the previous guard has passed by. Looking inside, Lucille tilts her head in an attempt to catch the occupant's eye before putting a finger to her lips. ]
Don't worry, I'm here to get you out. [ A beat, and a smile. ] You should probably stand back.
[ The small blond says in the most cheerful way possible, before ramming her weight into the glass wall. Yep. We're doing this, prison break style. Care to help, or is she going to need to break this wall herself? ]
🌈 III. IT'S MAGIC.
[ The carnival atmosphere doesn't do much to dissuade her It's All a Dream theory, but sometimes it's best to just roll with it. There's probably some deep-seeded psychological issues needing to be unpacked here, but for the time being Lucille is going to enjoy herself.
With a giant stuffed bear tucked safely under one arm (thank you, years of softball practice), and a large drink of some sort held in her other hand, Lucille takes a drink. All this running around has her thirsty. Just one problem with that. One big, invisible problem.
To the casual observer, it looks like there's a giant psychedelic teddy bear floating over. No big deal. It moves about as it finally settles in front of you, head flopping as it leans forward as if to speak: ]
Excuse me! How many fingers do you see me holding up?
[ Uh. Hmm. ]
🌈 IV. DIGITAL [REDACTED].
[ Oh, so this is one of those being chased dreams now. Joy.
Let it not be said that Lucille Fairweather isn't at least somewhat in shape, but there is only so much running that a girl can do. She hasn't warmed up! These shoes are terrible! Also what even is this thing?! Honestly, she should be impressed that her mind would come up with something so weird.
She slides, rubber skipping on cement as she hops, stumbles, but somehow stick her landing with her arms out. Without even enough time to pat herself on the back for her dazzling display of dexterity, Lucille pivots on a dime, turning toward the strange data monster and giving it A Look.
But that's not where her ire is directed. Instead, she looks up at... the sky? Who is she staring at— ]
Hey Me, it would be really convenient if you could wake up with! Or maybe give me something to defend myself with?! Anything?!
[ Yes, she's trying to apply logic and reason to this, because of course she is. IF SHE SHOUTS LOUD ENOUGH, MAYBE SHE CAN WAKE HERSELF OUT OF A DEAD SLEEP. ]
🌈 IV. WILDCARD.
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REBOOT: Lux Crownguard | League of Legends
🌈 II-B. JAILBREAK.
[ Let's be honest here, this situation doesn't look good. It's downright bleak, and while there's a part of her that still wants to believe that this is some strange dream, Lucille knows this is weird, even for her. She could panic (she should panic), but there isn't time for that; the moment her "REBOOT" brand starts to bite into her skin, she's on the move. It doesn't take her long to figure out what she needs to do—but the billowing blue smoke helps push along the process.
Which is how she finds herself here, outside of another glass-walled cage after the previous guard has passed by. Looking inside, Lucille tilts her head in an attempt to catch the occupant's eye before putting a finger to her lips. ]
Don't worry, I'm here to get you out. [ A beat, and a smile. ] You should probably stand back.
[ The small blond says in the most cheerful way possible, before ramming her weight into the glass wall. Yep. We're doing this, prison break style. Care to help, or is she going to need to break this wall herself? ]
🌈 III. IT'S MAGIC.
[ The carnival atmosphere doesn't do much to dissuade her It's All a Dream theory, but sometimes it's best to just roll with it. There's probably some deep-seeded psychological issues needing to be unpacked here, but for the time being Lucille is going to enjoy herself.
With a giant stuffed bear tucked safely under one arm (thank you, years of softball practice), and a large drink of some sort held in her other hand, Lucille takes a drink. All this running around has her thirsty. Just one problem with that. One big, invisible problem.
To the casual observer, it looks like there's a giant psychedelic teddy bear floating over. No big deal. It moves about as it finally settles in front of you, head flopping as it leans forward as if to speak: ]
Excuse me! How many fingers do you see me holding up?
[ Uh. Hmm. ]
🌈 IV. DIGITAL [REDACTED].
[ Oh, so this is one of those being chased dreams now. Joy.
Let it not be said that Lucille Fairweather isn't at least somewhat in shape, but there is only so much running that a girl can do. She hasn't warmed up! These shoes are terrible! Also what even is this thing?! Honestly, she should be impressed that her mind would come up with something so weird.
She slides, rubber skipping on cement as she hops, stumbles, but somehow stick her landing with her arms out. Without even enough time to pat herself on the back for her dazzling display of dexterity, Lucille pivots on a dime, turning toward the strange data monster and giving it A Look.
But that's not where her ire is directed. Instead, she looks up at... the sky? Who is she staring at— ]
Hey Me, it would be really convenient if you could wake up with! Or maybe give me something to defend myself with?! Anything?!
[ Yes, she's trying to apply logic and reason to this, because of course she is. IF SHE SHOUTS LOUD ENOUGH, MAYBE SHE CAN WAKE HERSELF OUT OF A DEAD SLEEP. ]
🌈 IV. WILDCARD.
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