Tavia Kincaid (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-06 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ice |
Primitive
Characters: Ice, open
When: Sunday
Location: the streets of Pirate Town
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Ice roams
Status: Open, ongoing
Ice had been somewhat reluctant to leave the train at first. She'd sought out her drinking partner only to find that he was gone. It was a shame; she wasn't doing well in the area of making friends, or even acquaintances. She hadn't really spent time with people from her world, either. She'd observed most of them, at one point or another. She'd overheard bits about the rebellion at meal times; outside of her uniform, she was just another passenger. The only one on board who knew who she'd been at home was Cato, and she didn't think he'd spread it around. So she'd learned things, and it had definitely given her something to think about. This whole adventure was giving her things to think about, honestly. Quiet time, down time, a place to just ... think. It was dangerous to think at home. To question aloud the ideals laid down by the Capitol. Here though, she was learning about dozens of different worlds, of different ways of doing things. No one else was killing off their children by the dozens. Today though ... Ice was inclined to leave the train. She didn't have anyone to ask to go with her, not really, but that was all right. She armed herself with a sword and a dagger and dressed the part of a pirate before disembarking the train. She stood outside of it for a moment, blue-grey eyes drifting slowly over the surrounding environment before she picked a direction and began walking. She didn't anticipate running into any trouble, though she'd heard stories from those who had. So she'd be careful, and just see what she could see in this place. |