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Time to face the facts
Who: Charity and OPEN
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Pool
She knew Zane had told her not to, but today Charity had spent some quality time with a bottle of whiskey snagged from her mini-fridge. And eventually she'd come to the decision that she shouldn't keep ignoring the power that kept acting up without her consent. So far it hadn't been dangerous (and really, how dangerous could water be, anyhow?), but it was starting to get inconvenient. She could hardly shower anymore without the water starting to fall the wrong way. So she grabbed another bottle, kicked off her shoes, and walked downstairs to the pool.
When she got to the pool, Charity stripped down to her boxer shorts and t-shirt. She stepped into the shallow end of the pool, sitting carefully on the steps so the stump of her amputated arm could stay clear. She didn't trust herself to swim quite yet, and didn't want to risk her arm getting more infected than it already was from the shit in the water. Then she relaxed, closing her eyes and feeling the current flow against her skin, concentrating on how it felt, waiting to see if some sort of... instinct would kick in, telling her how the hell she was supposed to control her damn power.
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Pool
She knew Zane had told her not to, but today Charity had spent some quality time with a bottle of whiskey snagged from her mini-fridge. And eventually she'd come to the decision that she shouldn't keep ignoring the power that kept acting up without her consent. So far it hadn't been dangerous (and really, how dangerous could water be, anyhow?), but it was starting to get inconvenient. She could hardly shower anymore without the water starting to fall the wrong way. So she grabbed another bottle, kicked off her shoes, and walked downstairs to the pool.
When she got to the pool, Charity stripped down to her boxer shorts and t-shirt. She stepped into the shallow end of the pool, sitting carefully on the steps so the stump of her amputated arm could stay clear. She didn't trust herself to swim quite yet, and didn't want to risk her arm getting more infected than it already was from the shit in the water. Then she relaxed, closing her eyes and feeling the current flow against her skin, concentrating on how it felt, waiting to see if some sort of... instinct would kick in, telling her how the hell she was supposed to control her damn power.
