Sympathy Daniels (no_sympathy) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-02-19 03:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, phaedra romani, sympathy daniels |
What the hell is this shit? (Open)
Sympathy was, for lack of a better word, lost.
The ship, Anna Cortez, had somehow found her way inland through a series of locks. She had not done the steering. It had, in fact, happened while she was comfortably asleep in her quarters and the ship had been anchored. When she woke up and found the surroundings had changed, she had brought the whole crew up and accused the lot of them of doing the moving, but not one of them could explain it.
The town they were in was a port town, despite not being right up against the sea, which was what she was used to. It also had a very strange name. Electric City. For days, Sympathy had refused to get off the ship, hoping that she would be able to get herself back to open ocean. The mysteries out there were far more comfortable than the mysteries in this strange place.
But the crew had abandoned her one by one, and soon so had the stowaway passengers. She was left alone and anxious aboard the Anna Cortez, with nobody willing to come help her return the ship to the water it should have been in. To top it off, the lock operators told her that there were several broken mechanisms and who knew how long it would be before they would work again, so she might as well explore.
And that, that, had caused her even more grief.
The pirate didn't know what to think of the bright lights and the fast moving things on wheels. Or all the people in their strange clothing, doing strange things. She didn't want to admit to it, but there was great fear in her at what she saw.
Unable to take any more, Sympathy retreated to the quietest place that she could find, which happened to be a park. There were still strange things within it, but at least she was far away from the fast moving carriers and the big, towering monuments they called buildings. So much glass in them, and metal.
She'd been sleeping in a tree, using her belt to hold herself to the branches so she wouldn't fall out. Bathing in a fountain and rinsing out her clothes there as well. Food she stole from people having picnics, or the occasional man in a funny suit who brought his lunch in a brown paper bag. The unfortunate fool would get distracted, speaking into his strange little light up box, and she would snake in and retrieve the food.
Currently, she was sitting at the fountain, trying to scrub mustard out of her shirt. She'd taken it off and was holding it under the water. A too-dry cigarillo hung out of her mouth, her stringy hair fell in her face.
"I do not know what you are, you bastard yellow stuff, if I did not enjoy how you tasted so much, I would curse you and whoever chooses to put you on their food. I do not understand why you must stain!"