Fitzwilliam Darcy (mrdarcy_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-07-14 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | fitzwilliam darcy, miguel o'hara, ~ash sully |
Who? Mr Darcy & OPEN
Where? The park on wheel 3.
When? This afternoon.
What? A soaking wet new arrival.
Open? Yes
Rating? Depends who replies!
Darcy had traveled the route to Netherfield on horseback many a time before, and he had never found himself in any sort of bother. It was a fairly flat and easy route, and like any gentleman he had been sure to check on the weather conditions before he had set off. A mild afternoon, there had been no rain the past week to make him consider the possibility that the road would be impassible in any place.
Less than half the way there, however, things took a very surprising and inexplicable turn. There had certainly never been a bloody massive lake on the route, and yet somehow - without even noticing it on the approach - his horse had ended up knee-deep in the water.
It instantly panicked, and being confused himself Darcy's brain wasn't quite engaged enough to calm the beast on time. "Woah, girl- easy, easy-" Up onto her hind legs she went with a godawful whinny of fright, and he grappled to keep ahold to no avail. A second leap from the horse and he was flung unceremoniously backwards, his upper body drenched under the water. She started to run, and his right foot still tangled in the stirrup he was dragged through the lake for a few metres before a sharp turn from the horse dislodged him completely.
He flailed about in a panic for a moment before his feet hit the ground and he realised that of course, if the water had only been knee-deep to the horse of course he should be able to stand up properly. Idiot.
Muttering a series of curses under his breath he retrieved his hat from floating away and, completely soaked through, paddled his way ungracefully to the shore.