Post by Vio on Jul 30, 2017 8:24:30 GMT -5
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Already she had experienced the viscous fog that clung to one’s skin and clothes, and the frigid bite of droplets that turned to shards of ice the moment they touched you. Now, Scarlette Grimm-Rosa was experiencing the third season of the forsaken island unto which she had been tossed, abandoned. Mullyssa Nemo was nothing short of harsh and unforgiving – merciful as the blazing sun in the middle of a heat wave, but without the stifling heat, dry air and dazzling radiance. It was cold, it was wet, and it was dark. It was also very noisy, for hundreds upon hundreds of raindrops – some slivers of silver, others enormous globules as big as a finger – descended unrelenting from the murky heavens above.
But the rain, even in the ‘Flooding Season’, did not dissuade her.
The transition had passed her by, the night of the new moon spent recovering. For all the wounds she had sustained, Scarlette was surprisingly mobile. That was a fact that her newfound acquaintances – residents of the isle – had pointed out quite early on. Sure, her body had been stiff as a board on every awakening, and her fatigue weighty as solid lead upon every fall into slumber. Nonetheless, she had pushed on and on, keeping mobile and partaking of activities alongside equally disturbed kin. She could not say she felt at home, but she did have a strange feeling of being welcome amongst the patients of Nemo. And yet, even so, her mind was dominated by a lust for freedom from the shackles that still lingered on her wrists.
Splish! Splash! Splosh! Each step she took disturbed an already aggravated puddle of clear water, not that it mattered much. Dressed in the same white cotton garb that was standard for the patients of this lost locale and cloaked by a raincoat down which the rainwaters cascaded like miniature waterfalls, she pushed her way against the torrent’s natural flow. Her destination was clear, her reasoning single-minded. Despite what Johann Carter, the Chief Warden, had advised her against doing, she was doing it all the same.
She looked up.“I made it this far…,” Scarlette muttered:
“No turning back now.”
Having meandered about the rocky terrain, sticking to the high grounds where able just to avoid being washed away by the sudden surges of cold water that erupted over the edges of small cliffs and crevices, Miss Grimm-Rosa now stood in the shadow of an enormous monument. Labelled as the main building of Nemo’s once sprawling facility, it loomed like a giant over all else, foundations rooted deeply into the tallest of the sheer, grey hills that formed the land’s spectral silhouette. The mere fact that there could be the key to her freedom at the pinnacle of such a structure was more than enough to drive her here. And yet, there was something all the more foreboding about this place now that she stood at its feet.
Damp air filled her lungs. She pushed forwards.
The main doors were absent; a mere squared maw of partly rotted and splintered timber was all that stood between the outside and the inside. That, and a few stone steps around the base of which water had pooled, forming a frothing puddle that radiated a good ten feet out from the lowest stair. Raindrops struck it, scattering shimmering petals of liquid far enough that they splashed against her coat before she even reached the pool’s edge.
“I wonder how hard it’s going to be to climb,” the dark-haired daredevil did exhale, taking her first step. The water was cold through the shoes she wore, soaking the soles and squelching between her toes. She might as well have been barefoot. The second step was far less of a shock to her system, even though the waters were quite suddenly upon her ankles. Illusory depths made her wonder, but the tiny lake grew no deeper.
Inside she stepped, the rains stopping abruptly, save for the remnants that fell from her coat and soaked the floor. Again, eerie was this place, dark and dreary. The walls and floor were showing extreme wear and tear, while walkways of metal and timber criss-crossed overhead were caked in rust. Rainwater still managed to find its way inside, pouring in through exposed pipes and creating small pools within a worn stone floor. Aside from the almost thunderous rumble of the rains without, and the drizzle of the waters that wormed their way inside, it was strangely silent…{OOC}
Starring…
Scarlette Grimm-Rosa (960018)
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