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Jupiter ♃ ([personal profile] bringsthestorm) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs 2018-03-27 01:41 am (UTC)

Jupiter | We Know The Devil

Arriving in style

[Waking up in a room she wasn't expecting to be in was a very jarring and abrupt turn from what she'd been doing before, and finding herself back into a very much human body was... thoroughly, completely, and inconsolably disappointing, to say the least. There was nothing to do in the situation but push forward though, so it's with a heavy heart that she steps forward out of the room she'd found herself in, though not without poking around uselessly for a bit first. She'd reached the point of just not giving a fuck from how disappointed and upset she was, so hey, whatever, here she was, what could possibly happen to her next!!

When she steps out of the room, she finds herself in Berlin, Germany. At least, she was pretty sure it was supposed to be Berlin, what with some of the signs saying as much, and the extensive amounts of German on the other signs she saw. But the place was... run down, ruined, abandoned. Jupiter's confused, extensively so, but she barely has time to process what she's seeing before she's shoved unceremoniously forward, and finds herself opening her eyes into yet a new location.

She inhales the red dust and coughs, the taste of copper coating her tongue and her throat and causing her to make a pathetic attempt at clearing out her throat and spitting out what had gotten into her mouth in disgust. Jupiter takes off her jacket and awkwardly attempts to tie the sleeves around her mouth and nose to cover up from the dust, catching eyes with the mysterious figure that seems to have ended up alongside her as she turned around at the sound of shuffling. She didn't recognize the person, but it was still a relief to see another face — ]


Hello?

[Jupiter calls out, voice muffled by the fabric. She barely has time to register what's happening before the figure strikes out against her with a knife, slashing at her arm and causing a deep cut. She yells in pain and stumbles back away from the figure, hoping to god (or the devil, she'll take either) that she was fast enough to run away from this person, to find help, to find anything — ]

Help!


The Sight of Lightning
(girls only, unless you want it to be one sided on your characters end!)

[Great. More dust. Awesome. This time now that she was more prepared (and thoroughly jacketless, thanks guys, she liked that jacket!), Jupiter had instead wrapped a more appropriately sized cloth around her mouth and nose, a makeshift mask to keep the dust out of her lungs. The muffling of her voice wouldn't be nearly as much of a problem now that she apparently couldn't talk anyways, so...

Lost in her thoughts and looking down at her device, she doesn't notice that she's running headfirst into another person, and it's with no shortage of surprise she hits the ground with a thud, device skittering away a foot or so as she stared up at the person in front of her, dazed and confused.

Embarrassed, Jupiter scrambles to her feet and grabs her communicator, texting out to the other person as quick as she can.]


shit sorry!!!

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