Who: Anna and Open What: Sitting in the morning sun Where: On the dock of the bay wharf When: Saturday, any time Rating: TBD, probably safe
After the initial shock of her arrival in Storybrooke, Anna had decided it was probably best to keep to herself. She had spent the first few days trying to find a way out, testing the borders at the outskirts of town. When those efforts had proven fruitless, she resigned herself to staying in the room that had been granted her. It was nice enough, not that she really needed any of it, but the gesture was appreciated. On some level, it reminded her of where she'd lived when she'd been human, which brought an odd sense of comfort she couldn't quite comprehend.
She lasted a little over a week before the thought of being penned up, even of her volition, began to distress her. Yes, the Winchesters were still here and probably ready to kill her if she looked at them the wrong way. But staying cooped up was no way to live. After all, she was a soldier of God. She should fear no mortal.
Still, she could be smart about how she went around the town. Midnight seemed like a good time to take her leave of the apartment and make her way to the street outside. Then she chose a direction and started walking. As night began to fade away, she found herself drawn to the docks. She had always loved the soft sound of the tides lapping at the shore, the gentle creak and sway of boats bobbing along at their moorings. The gray sky was starting to brighten as the sun rose, peeking out here and there, hinting at a later glorious breakthrough. With some distant echo of a smile, Anna sat herself on an empty bench and just… watched.