[Freya manages to remain sitting for the first hour but soon enough she's standing and pacing around the small room. Her eyes flick to the ocean outside when a hint of movement teases her peripherals. She paces the length of the glass, turns at the door, circles the room, turns at the door and repeats. All the while walking around those who are trapped with her.
Someone might want to stop her before she wears a hole in the floor. She doesn't do well in confined spaces like this, the base is bad enough without being stuck in a bubble.
She feels an itch beneath her skin to run, her thin fingers pulling at the hem of her sleeves.]
D: CAMPING TRIP
[Freya doesn't like the base, she doesn't like being here or anything about anything that's going on. She takes every opportunity to volunteer for missions that take place out on the floating islands where she might catch a glimpse of the sky. It comes as a comfort even if two moons were unusual.
She tastes the fresh air and feels the brush of the wind against her cheek as she looks up towards the night sky. She stretches out next to the fire, contemplating shifting if only to feel the freedom that comes along with the change.
There is a smile on her lips as she watches cinders rise up from the flames and disappear into the air as they cool.]
Best. Night. Ever.
F: FARMVILLE
[As skilled as Freya is there are basic domestic tasks she fails at. One is cooking and another is farming. Why someone thought she should help with this is beyond her. By nature she's a hunter and she can stomach most things raw which isn't ideal but it involves less effort and no skill.
She's always been very practical.]
I don't think I can peel this.
[Freya holds out a potato to the person standing next to her right. She's going to find a way to stab herself which isn't bad except that it'll hurt.]
Freya Vaughn || Original Character
[Freya manages to remain sitting for the first hour but soon enough she's standing and pacing around the small room. Her eyes flick to the ocean outside when a hint of movement teases her peripherals. She paces the length of the glass, turns at the door, circles the room, turns at the door and repeats. All the while walking around those who are trapped with her.
Someone might want to stop her before she wears a hole in the floor. She doesn't do well in confined spaces like this, the base is bad enough without being stuck in a bubble.
She feels an itch beneath her skin to run, her thin fingers pulling at the hem of her sleeves.]
D: CAMPING TRIP
[Freya doesn't like the base, she doesn't like being here or anything about anything that's going on. She takes every opportunity to volunteer for missions that take place out on the floating islands where she might catch a glimpse of the sky. It comes as a comfort even if two moons were unusual.
She tastes the fresh air and feels the brush of the wind against her cheek as she looks up towards the night sky. She stretches out next to the fire, contemplating shifting if only to feel the freedom that comes along with the change.
There is a smile on her lips as she watches cinders rise up from the flames and disappear into the air as they cool.]
Best. Night. Ever.
F: FARMVILLE
[As skilled as Freya is there are basic domestic tasks she fails at. One is cooking and another is farming. Why someone thought she should help with this is beyond her. By nature she's a hunter and she can stomach most things raw which isn't ideal but it involves less effort and no skill.
She's always been very practical.]
I don't think I can peel this.
[Freya holds out a potato to the person standing next to her right. She's going to find a way to stab herself which isn't bad except that it'll hurt.]