Post by crystal on May 7, 2012 22:47:36 GMT -5
Back in Reefside again. Oh joy, joy, joy.
Please note the utter sarcasm in which that was said.
Amy sighed as she wandered along the secluded portion of the beach. The part that was of course deserted of any and all people. Probably cause of the rocky outcrops that made traversing this area a little on the dangerous side. Not that she cared about that mind you. So long as she had her alone time...she didn't care one tiny little bit about her surroundings if she was to be frank. The beauty of the waves and the sand meant nothing to her right now. She had far too much on her mind to even think about that.
She knew leaving Angel Grove was the smartest choice she could make. After the run in with that ranger--she didn't think she could risk sticking around there any longer. She didn't want them to know who she was. Not yet anyways. Perhaps later when it was necessary. But not then.
But that didn't mean she had to like it any.
Being uprooted and thrown almost forty years into the past was unnerving and rattling enough...but then going from place to place to place was only serving to unnerve Amelia even more if such a thing was possible. You see Amelia was very much a woman who enjoyed habits...and routines and knowing where things were, when things happened and why and how. And this was none of those things. She didn't know why she had been throw into the past or by who or how it happened. And she hated that more then she could describe at this point. All she knew what that she was going to give whoever it had been who had turned her nice world upside down a piece of her mind.
For now though--she had to settle for simply fiddling around with her saber as she set on the top of one of the tallest outcrops that was in the area. It was a nice secluded area that no one would go through the trouble of getting to so that they could bother her. Amelia sighed as she stared at her saber. That saber. The symbol of who she had become. The symbol of everything she had lost...and gained. She wouldn't be sitting here with this weapon if she hadn't lost her parents and brother. But yet she wouldn't have these ranger powers either. Her face hardened as she thought about her family. It was a sore spot to say the least.
But she quickly shook those thoughts off as she suddenly began to wipe the dirt and grime off of her saber blade. An obvious look of dissatisfaction on her face as she went at it with more force then perhaps necessary. Well...never did hurt to have clean weapons...now did it?
Please note the utter sarcasm in which that was said.
Amy sighed as she wandered along the secluded portion of the beach. The part that was of course deserted of any and all people. Probably cause of the rocky outcrops that made traversing this area a little on the dangerous side. Not that she cared about that mind you. So long as she had her alone time...she didn't care one tiny little bit about her surroundings if she was to be frank. The beauty of the waves and the sand meant nothing to her right now. She had far too much on her mind to even think about that.
She knew leaving Angel Grove was the smartest choice she could make. After the run in with that ranger--she didn't think she could risk sticking around there any longer. She didn't want them to know who she was. Not yet anyways. Perhaps later when it was necessary. But not then.
But that didn't mean she had to like it any.
Being uprooted and thrown almost forty years into the past was unnerving and rattling enough...but then going from place to place to place was only serving to unnerve Amelia even more if such a thing was possible. You see Amelia was very much a woman who enjoyed habits...and routines and knowing where things were, when things happened and why and how. And this was none of those things. She didn't know why she had been throw into the past or by who or how it happened. And she hated that more then she could describe at this point. All she knew what that she was going to give whoever it had been who had turned her nice world upside down a piece of her mind.
For now though--she had to settle for simply fiddling around with her saber as she set on the top of one of the tallest outcrops that was in the area. It was a nice secluded area that no one would go through the trouble of getting to so that they could bother her. Amelia sighed as she stared at her saber. That saber. The symbol of who she had become. The symbol of everything she had lost...and gained. She wouldn't be sitting here with this weapon if she hadn't lost her parents and brother. But yet she wouldn't have these ranger powers either. Her face hardened as she thought about her family. It was a sore spot to say the least.
But she quickly shook those thoughts off as she suddenly began to wipe the dirt and grime off of her saber blade. An obvious look of dissatisfaction on her face as she went at it with more force then perhaps necessary. Well...never did hurt to have clean weapons...now did it?