Samantha Parkington (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-02 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, {meg, {samantha parkington |
Characters: Samantha Parkington & Meg - dice!
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Location: A somewhat unsavory section of the town on Tortuga.
Warnings/Rating: Likely none; will adjust if this changes.
Summary: Samantha is really excited to get off the train, and decides to go sightseeing! Unfortunately, she gets lost and doesn't care for the sights she sees.
When Samantha had woken up the day before and, for once, hadn't felt the familiar lurch of the train as it rushed along, she'd been almost overjoyed with relief. Finally, something to do other than sit around on the train, draw, and try to avoid whatever horrors the train threw her way! She'd been even happier when she'd drawn back the curtains in the cabin she shared with Juliet and seen palm trees and a bright shining sun. All right, so the buildings Samantha could see were a little... rough around the edges, but she could manage that. Anything was worth the chance to get off the train for a few days and see something other than her fellow passengers, hear something other than that infernal music. Even the reports that their stop was a pirate town didn't do much to dampen her enthusiasm. They were finally getting off the train!
So once some garments to help them blend in had been procured (and what itchy, ill-fitting garments they were, Samantha thought! Even though she'd refused the provided corsets, she felt restrained), she'd been excited to leave the train. The heat, the rowdy noises that surrounded her as she stepped off the train - it was all so... so...
Well, this certainly wouldn't have been her first choice for a port of call, Samantha admitted to herself, but it was better than a virus-infested cornfield.
Trying to keep a positive frame of mind, Samantha wandered through the little town center, her disappointment mounting as she walked. There didn't seem to be much of what you'd call proper shops, really. A perpetual odor of perspiration and sewage lingered in the air. And as she walked, things only seemed to get worse. The tiny buildings were crammed side-by-side, with overheated women tending boiling pots of laundry in the streets and children playing with what Samantha had to assume was garbage. Even the times she'd visited Nellie's old neighborhood, she hadn't seen anything quite on this level of poverty... and as she looked around, she realized she had no idea which way she'd come. Though escape seemed like the wrong solution - it wouldn't feed those children or relieve those women's toils - it was the only plausible one Samantha could come up with, and she couldn't even figure out how to do that.