Who: Ariel and Open What: Making great life choices, then regretting them When: Saturday Where: Coffeeshop Warnings: Mentions of drowning and death, mentions of nudity
It all started out innocently enough. The human was nice, the human was funny. He'd caught her interest and she'd thought 'yes, this is it'. She'd invited him to the pier, despite the chilly nature of the season. He hadn't much resisted, not when she'd made her voice into song. They never resisted then. And smiling, always smiling, she'd led him to the shore. It was nothing at all to lure him into the cold river. He would want to be with her, see her natural state and habitat.
It was an hour later she stared into the dead eyes of the human, and asked herself what had happened. They were kissing, then he struggled, then went oddly still. She shook him, patted his cheeks until they bled before it dawned on her. Humans couldn't breathe under water. She'd forgotten. Again. Angrily she pushed the floating corpse away from her, watching it slowly rise to the surface. Someone would collect it. They always did.
Angry at herself, angry at the world she swam further down the river. Far enough away from the corpse, she surfaced, then let the tide put her on the shore. She got her legs back the minute she touched rocks, and for a moment stood shivering on the side. Finding clothes wasn't hard, not when she'd littered the shore with several cache's of dry clothes, stored in key locations. She hadn't been far from one of those. Along with the clothes she'd found some money, thanks to some odd desire to hoard had ingrained in her after the movie from which she'd taken her current name.
After she walked through the streets, tired and forlorn. Times like this she'd go to a church and sit, but she couldn't stand the silence of a place like that. But a bar wouldn't be good. Not so close after one of her spells of forgetting. And she could do with something warm. So it was a coffeeshop she entered, half wanting to find the ones responsible for these spells and hold them under the water. See how they liked that.
Instead she took her coffee and curled on up in a chair near the fire, perfectly content to wallow for a little while.