Post by Paisley Prince on Aug 23, 2019 21:41:31 GMT -5
Straight from the launch pad into the thick of the woods, Prince flew through the air, hurtling toward the ground at dangerous speeds but most certainly going to be landing on her feet. She made touchdown as her feet were planted into the trunk of a particularly tall tree, her iron soles splintering the wood and bringing her toward momentum to stop before pushing off in a backflip and landing onto the forest floor below.
She landed with a thunk, her stance braced to take the worst of the landing. She stood up to her full height as she looks around her surroundings
Her landing strategy was efficient, graceful, and HOLY SHIT HER KNEES HURT LIKE HELL.
She rests for a moment, sucking in the pain from the absurd impact her ligaments were subjected too. In truth, landing strategies were not her forte although improvisation had certainly helped her to not break her neck during her fall. She had felt comfortable trusting her agility to enable her safe landing, but she really regretted not taking the loss and using her dust reserves.
Once the pain subsided, she took a look around the area she found herself in. She looked up to the treetops and if she squinted, she could see the imprint of two boot shaped imprints in the bark of the upper portion of the tree she had assaulted. It was a comical image and she was tempted to take a picture of it. Even if her mark was never recognized by human eyes, it might be a funny find for any squirrels that might run around this area.
Still, there was not a second to waste as she dusted off the dust from her pants. Instead of her preferred combination of a suit and tie, Prince opted for a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, sleek black pants, and her combat shoes, Diable Savate. It was a functional outfit that tried to retain the dignity of a business minded individual but was an outfit expected to whether the wear and tear of meager labour. It was partially marred by the grass stains and embedded wood chips and this shirt would inevitably need to be thrown out once this event was over.
Trust Prince to know her way in an unfamiliar city, to familiarize herself with the local scenes. In an urban environment, she felt confident enough to conquer any gentrified obstacle. In a forest? Where there were trees, dirt, and mud and stuff? No thanks, she’d stay at home. In the modern age there was little reason for any civilized person to spend their time in nature, save for a well groomed garden or quiet local park.
Still, she had to look at this from a more optimistic perspective. Camping was something that people did for fun. This would be like camping. How people found enjoyment in being away from everyday luxuries like air conditioning and running water, Prince could never figure out. Well, take it from another perspective. Camping was, for many people, something to do during vacation. It was an activity that required an excess of time and energy doing nothing productive and costed money for necessities needed for survival for that temporal period of self-endangerment. In that sense, camping could be seen as a practice for the privileged who could afford to take time off work to spend days of their life wasting away in the wilderness.
Prince didn’t believe a word of that but it kept her from raging at the disagreeable location she found herself in. Yeah, she thought. Camping was just something that early hunters and gatherers did. She could do that, no problem.
On her back she carried what she believed were necessary supplies. As it turns out, camping was expensive, but trust Prince to find cheaper alternatives to survival supplies. The local 100 lien store was definitely a lifesaver for this event. They weren’t expected to live in the forest for too long so she felt that a cheap blanket (7 lien) would be a sufficient replacement for a sleeping bag. And for sustenance she had filled four canteens of tap water (4 for 4 lien), and… beef jerky (5 for 15 lien). Funny, it was a food stuff that always seemed to be on sale at that place. Fair enough, it would be enough to get her through the next twenty four hours.
Prince would get a move on, walking toward any loud sounds that might point her toward other people.
WC 757 / TWC: 757
Colour Hex: 563B64
Ambition's Fire [E]
Diable Savate [F]
Hustler's Charm [F]
Dancing [F]
Martial Arts [F]
Stamina [F]
Agility [F]
She landed with a thunk, her stance braced to take the worst of the landing. She stood up to her full height as she looks around her surroundings
Her landing strategy was efficient, graceful, and HOLY SHIT HER KNEES HURT LIKE HELL.
She rests for a moment, sucking in the pain from the absurd impact her ligaments were subjected too. In truth, landing strategies were not her forte although improvisation had certainly helped her to not break her neck during her fall. She had felt comfortable trusting her agility to enable her safe landing, but she really regretted not taking the loss and using her dust reserves.
Once the pain subsided, she took a look around the area she found herself in. She looked up to the treetops and if she squinted, she could see the imprint of two boot shaped imprints in the bark of the upper portion of the tree she had assaulted. It was a comical image and she was tempted to take a picture of it. Even if her mark was never recognized by human eyes, it might be a funny find for any squirrels that might run around this area.
Still, there was not a second to waste as she dusted off the dust from her pants. Instead of her preferred combination of a suit and tie, Prince opted for a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, sleek black pants, and her combat shoes, Diable Savate. It was a functional outfit that tried to retain the dignity of a business minded individual but was an outfit expected to whether the wear and tear of meager labour. It was partially marred by the grass stains and embedded wood chips and this shirt would inevitably need to be thrown out once this event was over.
Trust Prince to know her way in an unfamiliar city, to familiarize herself with the local scenes. In an urban environment, she felt confident enough to conquer any gentrified obstacle. In a forest? Where there were trees, dirt, and mud and stuff? No thanks, she’d stay at home. In the modern age there was little reason for any civilized person to spend their time in nature, save for a well groomed garden or quiet local park.
Still, she had to look at this from a more optimistic perspective. Camping was something that people did for fun. This would be like camping. How people found enjoyment in being away from everyday luxuries like air conditioning and running water, Prince could never figure out. Well, take it from another perspective. Camping was, for many people, something to do during vacation. It was an activity that required an excess of time and energy doing nothing productive and costed money for necessities needed for survival for that temporal period of self-endangerment. In that sense, camping could be seen as a practice for the privileged who could afford to take time off work to spend days of their life wasting away in the wilderness.
Prince didn’t believe a word of that but it kept her from raging at the disagreeable location she found herself in. Yeah, she thought. Camping was just something that early hunters and gatherers did. She could do that, no problem.
On her back she carried what she believed were necessary supplies. As it turns out, camping was expensive, but trust Prince to find cheaper alternatives to survival supplies. The local 100 lien store was definitely a lifesaver for this event. They weren’t expected to live in the forest for too long so she felt that a cheap blanket (7 lien) would be a sufficient replacement for a sleeping bag. And for sustenance she had filled four canteens of tap water (4 for 4 lien), and… beef jerky (5 for 15 lien). Funny, it was a food stuff that always seemed to be on sale at that place. Fair enough, it would be enough to get her through the next twenty four hours.
Prince would get a move on, walking toward any loud sounds that might point her toward other people.
WC 757 / TWC: 757
Colour Hex: 563B64
Ambition's Fire [E]
Diable Savate [F]
Hustler's Charm [F]
Dancing [F]
Martial Arts [F]
Stamina [F]
Agility [F]
