Third Person: Vriska groaned, rubbing her temples as she stood on the platform, her long tangled hair whipped about by the wind. She tried to recall what had happened to put her here. She remembered some sort of large hunkering box, the thing that was puffing off into the distance now. She remembered vast plains and fog, lots of fog.
She removed her glasses, cleaning the lens on the black fabric of her t-shirt, which was emblazoned with a now faded cerulean blue Scorpio symbol, quickly putting them back on less something decide to jump her while she was more or less blind, after all, her bad luck put her here, and though the chance of something mauling her was unlikely, her luck would see that it would happen.
How long had she been standing here now, eight seconds, eight minutes, eight hours? Time just seemed to linger on and panic was slowly brewing within her, though she refused to show it. Shoulders hunched, she felt something weigh down her jacket, and it wasn’t the usual weight of her dice either.
She put her hand to her pocket, taking out some sort of round object. She flipped it around in her hand, prodding and tapping at it until it sprung open, revealing some sort of keypad-like thing and static strangling already barely audible voices. “Jeez this place just gets weirder and weirder” she muttered to herself as she started walking along the platform, placing the device back in her pocket.
Didn’t need help before, don’t need help now. If this was someone’s idea of revenge, she could easily play along.
[CANON] Vriska Serket || Homestuck || reserve || 3 of 3
Vriska groaned, rubbing her temples as she stood on the platform, her long tangled hair whipped about by the wind. She tried to recall what had happened to put her here. She remembered some sort of large hunkering box, the thing that was puffing off into the distance now. She remembered vast plains and fog, lots of fog.
She removed her glasses, cleaning the lens on the black fabric of her t-shirt, which was emblazoned with a now faded cerulean blue Scorpio symbol, quickly putting them back on less something decide to jump her while she was more or less blind, after all, her bad luck put her here, and though the chance of something mauling her was unlikely, her luck would see that it would happen.
How long had she been standing here now, eight seconds, eight minutes, eight hours? Time just seemed to linger on and panic was slowly brewing within her, though she refused to show it. Shoulders hunched, she felt something weigh down her jacket, and it wasn’t the usual weight of her dice either.
She put her hand to her pocket, taking out some sort of round object. She flipped it around in her hand, prodding and tapping at it until it sprung open, revealing some sort of keypad-like thing and static strangling already barely audible voices. “Jeez this place just gets weirder and weirder” she muttered to herself as she started walking along the platform, placing the device back in her pocket.
Didn’t need help before, don’t need help now. If this was someone’s idea of revenge, she could easily play along.