i. Take a Ride; [ Alice has chosen a window seat, even though it's technically not her assigned one. She doesn't really see the point in sticking to rules--they're seats, she can get a closer look at the world whizzing by her if she wants to.
In truth, it's a distraction. Too much has happened for her to quite process everything at once. She's smart (too smart), but there's that stupid thing called emotion cutting through her thoughts, making everything thick and messy like clotted cream. She has access to a map, but she's still eyeing everything sharply as it passes, a keen look behind the thick frame of her glasses. She's memorizing. If she focuses on memorizing things--little things, street names, storefronts--she doesn't have to think of her situation until she can get off of the bus and to her new 'home.' She doesn't have to think about being gathered around a fire with her friends, dressed in black, tossing a mug into the flames ceremoniously.
She glances up when someone looms over her (it's not hard to loom, she's a short woman and currently sitting), and it takes her a split second before she makes the connection. ]
I have your seat, don't I? [ It's not necessarily friendly, but that's just her general persona--and it's only a semi rhetorical question. Blue eyes rake the other up and down, lips pressing into a thin line. She doesn't move. Not yet. ]
ii. Pennies; [ She hasn't been here for long at all, but Alice Quinn is not an idiot. The Down is absolutely abysmal. Even with her magical know-how and Thibadeau's Planar Compression, her place still feels cramped and suffocating. The taboo of being a 'submissive' (stupid, really--who had initiated all those times with Quentin? It wasn't him) has already got under her skin. If she wanted to be treated like a second class citizen she would be slumming it with Hedge Witches back home.
There's a haughty part of her, a terrible part of her remembers what she once was: a being of pure power, an unearthly, ethereal, creature with knowledge beyond all of humanity. She had burned once, with glorious blue fire. Now she's here, gaze sweeping into alleys warily. She's already been mugged on her first day, and she'd rather it not happen again. That's the only reason she spots it: perhaps it's a dominant who's wandering around where they shouldn't, perhaps it's a gullible submissive. Either way, Alice sees someone in trouble and immediately steps into the alley with them. ]
Stop!
[ Sounding cool isn't really her forte. Without waiting, she stretches both hands out, gripping one hand between te knuckles of the other's open palm, and squeezes. A blast of telekinetic energy surges towards them, knocking the mugger back and sending him flying. Alice, hair half in her face, runs as fast as she can in her heeled boots. ]
You need to be more careful.
[ Spoken like she actually knows the lay of the land already. She doesn't, but at least she hasn't gotten mugged.
Again. ]
iii. New Flesh Like a Glove;
[ Alice is watching the fucking machines, arms crossed, knees self-consciously together. She's in the crowd, jaw set tight, but her chin is held up as if defying some sort of her rule she's made for herself. She says nothing, just stands, mesmerized but refusing to admit it before swiftly turning heel once the demonstration ends and the intern cleans everything up. She nearly careens into someone in her haste, mumbling an apology in a strangely high voice, embarrassed as she moves her way out of the crowd. She'll be making her way to Grandma Hattie's sweets, and the sugary treats are making her mouth absolutely water. ]
iv. Wildcard; [ If you want something special, feel free to PM me! ]
Alice Quinn | The Magicians | Submissive
[ Alice has chosen a window seat, even though it's technically not her assigned one. She doesn't really see the point in sticking to rules--they're seats, she can get a closer look at the world whizzing by her if she wants to.
In truth, it's a distraction. Too much has happened for her to quite process everything at once. She's smart (too smart), but there's that stupid thing called emotion cutting through her thoughts, making everything thick and messy like clotted cream. She has access to a map, but she's still eyeing everything sharply as it passes, a keen look behind the thick frame of her glasses. She's memorizing. If she focuses on memorizing things--little things, street names, storefronts--she doesn't have to think of her situation until she can get off of the bus and to her new 'home.' She doesn't have to think about being gathered around a fire with her friends, dressed in black, tossing a mug into the flames ceremoniously.
She glances up when someone looms over her (it's not hard to loom, she's a short woman and currently sitting), and it takes her a split second before she makes the connection. ]
I have your seat, don't I? [ It's not necessarily friendly, but that's just her general persona--and it's only a semi rhetorical question. Blue eyes rake the other up and down, lips pressing into a thin line. She doesn't move. Not yet. ]
ii. Pennies;
[ She hasn't been here for long at all, but Alice Quinn is not an idiot. The Down is absolutely abysmal. Even with her magical know-how and Thibadeau's Planar Compression, her place still feels cramped and suffocating. The taboo of being a 'submissive' (stupid, really--who had initiated all those times with Quentin? It wasn't him) has already got under her skin. If she wanted to be treated like a second class citizen she would be slumming it with Hedge Witches back home.
There's a haughty part of her, a terrible part of her remembers what she once was: a being of pure power, an unearthly, ethereal, creature with knowledge beyond all of humanity. She had burned once, with glorious blue fire. Now she's here, gaze sweeping into alleys warily. She's already been mugged on her first day, and she'd rather it not happen again. That's the only reason she spots it: perhaps it's a dominant who's wandering around where they shouldn't, perhaps it's a gullible submissive. Either way, Alice sees someone in trouble and immediately steps into the alley with them. ]
Stop!
[ Sounding cool isn't really her forte. Without waiting, she stretches both hands out, gripping one hand between te knuckles of the other's open palm, and squeezes. A blast of telekinetic energy surges towards them, knocking the mugger back and sending him flying. Alice, hair half in her face, runs as fast as she can in her heeled boots. ]
You need to be more careful.
[ Spoken like she actually knows the lay of the land already. She doesn't, but at least she hasn't gotten mugged.
Again. ]
iii. New Flesh Like a Glove;
[ Alice is watching the fucking machines, arms crossed, knees self-consciously together. She's in the crowd, jaw set tight, but her chin is held up as if defying some sort of her rule she's made for herself. She says nothing, just stands, mesmerized but refusing to admit it before swiftly turning heel once the demonstration ends and the intern cleans everything up. She nearly careens into someone in her haste, mumbling an apology in a strangely high voice, embarrassed as she moves her way out of the crowd. She'll be making her way to Grandma Hattie's sweets, and the sugary treats are making her mouth absolutely water. ]
iv. Wildcard;
[ If you want something special, feel free to PM me! ]