Beckett Mariner (imarealwildone) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-13 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 052, georgie |
Who: Georgie and open
When: Afternoon
Where: The pool and surrounding areas
Given Georgie's natural proclivities and the morning she had just spent guarding and being accosted by Simms, it should surprise absolutely no one that she had raided the places where she knew there to be alcohol in town and had emptied at least two bottles on her way home, disposing of them mostly right, but not really very concerned.
The climb up was difficult as it was, and she'd refused to take a bike anywhere after last time, considering she wasn't even good enough at riding a bike to keep from dying when the brakes weren't cut. It had taken her hours, probably, especially when everything had shifted a bit on its axis and Georgie felt the victim of a very strong wind that pushed and pulled her this way and that. Today she had seen more of the town than ever before and it was a shame that she was going to forget all about it.
There was a definite gleeful yelp when the house came fully into view. Not long now, if she just kept walking. Just kept walking. And that was exactly what Georgie did: kept walking, on and on, over bushes and across roads, straight into the pool on the patio. There was clear confusion for the first few seconds, then Georgie had the presence of mind to turn herself around and breathe only then. She managed to put herself horizontal, everything going round and round in her head worse even when she close her eyes.
"I bet I can float," she murmured, completely unintelligible to anyone else who might've been listening. "Witches float 'cause they're ducks made of wood or somethin' I bet I have a lil' witch in me from way back when, what don't I have in me from way back when."
With peace in her mind, Georgie closed her eyes and did, indeed, float.