[ She'd started out with good intentions. A voice calling out, glimpses of a figure moving through the trees? Parker's only goal had been to help. If someone was hurt or scared in the woods, she couldn't just leave them there.
But every time she'd taken another step into the trees, the figure had retreated, always just out of reach. Before long, she'd found herself deep in the forest, not sure how to get back. And the person was still there, just ahead. Clearly not lost, not looking for help, but still there, and Parker had been more and more determined to catch up with them, to find out who they were.
The trees had stopped abruptly, shadowy forest giving way to bright sunshine, and she'd stopped, squinting against the light. But the person she'd been following, and the others it had joined, looked like they'd brought the darkness with them, like the sun couldn't quite reach them. She'd stopped, staring, half scared, half needing to find out more.
And then she'd seen it. The ravine, a deep, dark chasm just behind the figures in the clearing. No. Ahead of them. They were facing away from her. Facing the edge. Parker's eyes had widened in fear.]
Hey, watch out!
[ She'd taken a step toward them, reaching out - and the figures had moved as one, stepping forward and then vanishing. Gone. Parker had frozen, heart in her throat, staring at the place where they'd been. She could feel it - the siren call of the ravine, urging her closer, battling with the knowledge that she had to get out, that she had to get away as quickly as possible. But she couldn't run. The mental image of one of the figures who had stepped off the edge dangling just below, fingers desperately gripping roots, waiting to be pulled to safety, had been too strong.
She'd rushed forward, and looked over the edge.
It takes Parker a long time to find her way back to the town. Not because the woods are particularly large or easy to get lost in; in fact, she finds her way back mostly on instinct. But she wanders slowly, eyes vacant and staring, sometimes stopping altogether. Sometimes turning back, looking back the way she'd come as though she could see the ravine through the trees.
Once she's back in civilization again, she continues wandering aimlessly, gazing ahead of her without seeing anything. Eventually, she becomes aware that someone's talking to her. Has been talking to her. Or maybe she'd imagined that, too. She raises her head, looking around to try to spot the person that may or may not be there. ]
What?
(No OOC plotting post this time, but if you want something else, feel free to hit me up via PM or butteredcups, or just write up a wildcard starter!)
Parker | Leverage
[ She'd started out with good intentions. A voice calling out, glimpses of a figure moving through the trees? Parker's only goal had been to help. If someone was hurt or scared in the woods, she couldn't just leave them there.
But every time she'd taken another step into the trees, the figure had retreated, always just out of reach. Before long, she'd found herself deep in the forest, not sure how to get back. And the person was still there, just ahead. Clearly not lost, not looking for help, but still there, and Parker had been more and more determined to catch up with them, to find out who they were.
The trees had stopped abruptly, shadowy forest giving way to bright sunshine, and she'd stopped, squinting against the light. But the person she'd been following, and the others it had joined, looked like they'd brought the darkness with them, like the sun couldn't quite reach them. She'd stopped, staring, half scared, half needing to find out more.
And then she'd seen it. The ravine, a deep, dark chasm just behind the figures in the clearing. No. Ahead of them. They were facing away from her. Facing the edge. Parker's eyes had widened in fear.]
Hey, watch out!
[ She'd taken a step toward them, reaching out - and the figures had moved as one, stepping forward and then vanishing. Gone. Parker had frozen, heart in her throat, staring at the place where they'd been. She could feel it - the siren call of the ravine, urging her closer, battling with the knowledge that she had to get out, that she had to get away as quickly as possible. But she couldn't run. The mental image of one of the figures who had stepped off the edge dangling just below, fingers desperately gripping roots, waiting to be pulled to safety, had been too strong.
She'd rushed forward, and looked over the edge.
It takes Parker a long time to find her way back to the town. Not because the woods are particularly large or easy to get lost in; in fact, she finds her way back mostly on instinct. But she wanders slowly, eyes vacant and staring, sometimes stopping altogether. Sometimes turning back, looking back the way she'd come as though she could see the ravine through the trees.
Once she's back in civilization again, she continues wandering aimlessly, gazing ahead of her without seeing anything. Eventually, she becomes aware that someone's talking to her. Has been talking to her. Or maybe she'd imagined that, too. She raises her head, looking around to try to spot the person that may or may not be there. ]
What?
(No OOC plotting post this time, but if you want something else, feel free to hit me up via PM or