The one-legged young woman in the transport chair looks pissed. It's probably related to the fact that they've taken all her things away, left her wearing nothing but a paper gown, and stranded her in a stupid chair with stupid little wheels she can't even move by herself. The LIER assigned to take her on a tour of the city will find themself on the receiving end of a narrow-eyed glare. A more perceptive person might realize that the anger is a thin veil over a great depth of terror at the situation in which she suddenly finds herself. Her knuckles are white where she grips the hand rests of the chair, and are those scratch marks in the material under her fingernails? Can't be; no human could leave marks like that. The chair must have come that way.
Her eyes flick distrustfully between the LIES official and the person being directed to take her on a tour of this strange city. Come close, and she only has one question on her mind, hissed out between gritted teeth:
"Where did they take my things?!"
Ice to See You
Later, calmer, she finds herself paused in front of a shop window, frowning curiously at her reflection. It had startled her out of the corner of her eye, not quite realizing immediately that she was seeing herself until she stopped to look. She stands leaned on her crutches, a huge shopping bag tied haphazardly to one of them, and stares into her reflection. Cocking her head curiously, she looks down at herself, plucking at the front of her jacket (too thin for how cold it is outside, but she doesn't seem bothered). Then she looks at her reflection again, blowing out a breath that's almost a laugh as her eyes seek out others as well.
Blades of Glory
"Faster!" She may not be able to skate, but she can spectate, and she's doing so enthusiastically. "Can you jump? Do a jump!"
Hunter sits perched on the edge of her seat just outside the rink, watching avidly and shouting various demands at skaters who seem like they might be capable of doing something interesting. The ever-present bag is hugged in her lap even as she avidly watches, sipping her cocoa and jiggling her leg. She's clearly itching to join them out there, but tries to satisfy herself with watching.
[OOC: Hunter is a selkie. In this form she has a mild glamour that makes her appear fully human, but those with magical senses to pierce such disguises might notice that she has unusually dark eyes, sharp teeth, and claw-like fingernails. She is also missing her left leg below the knee.]
Moira "Hunter" McNamara | original | submissive
The one-legged young woman in the transport chair looks pissed. It's probably related to the fact that they've taken all her things away, left her wearing nothing but a paper gown, and stranded her in a stupid chair with stupid little wheels she can't even move by herself. The LIER assigned to take her on a tour of the city will find themself on the receiving end of a narrow-eyed glare. A more perceptive person might realize that the anger is a thin veil over a great depth of terror at the situation in which she suddenly finds herself. Her knuckles are white where she grips the hand rests of the chair, and are those scratch marks in the material under her fingernails? Can't be; no human could leave marks like that. The chair must have come that way.
Her eyes flick distrustfully between the LIES official and the person being directed to take her on a tour of this strange city. Come close, and she only has one question on her mind, hissed out between gritted teeth:
"Where did they take my things?!"
Ice to See You
Later, calmer, she finds herself paused in front of a shop window, frowning curiously at her reflection. It had startled her out of the corner of her eye, not quite realizing immediately that she was seeing herself until she stopped to look. She stands leaned on her crutches, a huge shopping bag tied haphazardly to one of them, and stares into her reflection. Cocking her head curiously, she looks down at herself, plucking at the front of her jacket (too thin for how cold it is outside, but she doesn't seem bothered). Then she looks at her reflection again, blowing out a breath that's almost a laugh as her eyes seek out others as well.
Blades of Glory
"Faster!" She may not be able to skate, but she can spectate, and she's doing so enthusiastically. "Can you jump? Do a jump!"
Hunter sits perched on the edge of her seat just outside the rink, watching avidly and shouting various demands at skaters who seem like they might be capable of doing something interesting. The ever-present bag is hugged in her lap even as she avidly watches, sipping her cocoa and jiggling her leg. She's clearly itching to join them out there, but tries to satisfy herself with watching.
[OOC: Hunter is a selkie. In this form she has a mild glamour that makes her appear fully human, but those with magical senses to pierce such disguises might notice that she has unusually dark eyes, sharp teeth, and claw-like fingernails. She is also missing her left leg below the knee.]