overboard

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[so DR just recently discovered Atlantica. maybe this would explain this guy's sudden presence in the beach.]

Max! Max where are you?

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[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[just walking along the shore obliviously, don't mind her. really. she's still a little shy.]

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[oh, person. strange. this was supposed to be private property. oh well. walks up to her]

Uh, excuse me?

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

[stumbles and looks up, startled.]

Y-Yes?

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry if I startled you. I was wondering if you've seen a white dog around here somewhere? He's really scruffy.

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

A dog? I-I'm sorry, I haven't seen any animals around here.

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry for bothering you then, and thank you.

[rubs the back of his neck] Where did that dog go off to....

[maskedsummon.livejournal.com]

M-Maybe he went off to another part of the d-dressing room?

[assuming he knows where he is, yes?]

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[oh look who's wading towards the shore, through the tide - singing that haunting, familiar melody]

[nooone other than Vanessa.]

lol do I have to upload the possesed icon early

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[turns around at the voice. where--]

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[as 'Vanessa' steps from the waves, it's more apparent that she's less than perfect. she has a large burn scar on her leg and interestingly enough, is missing the tips of several fingers.]

[yet she's still singing. and looking at Eric as though he's her prey.]

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[and something in the back of his mind is debating whether this is really the one who saved him. the voice is there but something is. off.]

[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[reaches where he's standing and takes his hand - stubby fingers more than obvious.]

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[finds himself pulling back reluctantly from the handhold. somehow the touch is...different. normally he'd ask if she was his rescuer, but this sudden invasion of personal space has him asking instead]

Who are you?

[silencedsong.livejournal.com]

[still. trying to get the hang of walking. >:]

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[ship wreck victim! approaches]

Hey! You alright?

[silencedsong.livejournal.com]

[l-looks up and-- WHAT HI. nods.]

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[he notices ur unsteady footing so. offering his arm as support is a go]

What happened?

[silencedsong.livejournal.com]

[yaaay. clinging a bit so she doesn't fall. trying to explain now, but what is voice. ):]

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

[oh. and here he was hoping you'd be the one. because. you know. when he touched you there was some kind of spark there.]

You can't speak?

[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

[...here's someone he hasn't seen before.]

Looking for someone?

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Um. Have you seen a scruffy white dog?

[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

Can't say I have. I don't think I've seen that many animals period.

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

It's bad enough to get trapped in a place like this...

[gotowardslight.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing someone's already explained this place, then.

[notloseheragain.livejournal.com]

Yes, but. It's still a bit. Odd.

I mean, all we had back home were stories of mermaids.