Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 12:03:57 GMT -8
Now normally, if she could help it, Mist wouldn't be anywhere near the boundary of camp. However, she found herself particularly restless, and rather than going off on a quest, as there were none, she went to the ship. Huge as it was, she was sure every inch of it wasn't explored, nor would it ever be, likely because no one seemed to document anything whenever they went in. She found her way aboard, slinking about quietly, poking her head into room after toom, dressed casually for a Norse camper, she didn't carry her weapon, nor did she wear armor. She was, however, tall, and built for the work of lugging about casks and the like. She would have like to say that her chancing across a locked door was indescribably cool, but the events that unfolded after she smashed her way through it turned the whole event into a rather embarassing blunder on her part.
Yes, the door was intact, constructed properly with strong hinges and solid wood, however, even someone with minimal knowledge in construction knew rusty hinges wouldn't hold, she smiled, stepping back. Bracing her shoulder, she slammed forward with a resounding crack, then again, the soreness in her arm was negligible compared to the intense desire to see what lingered behind the door.
The third and final slam knocked the door off it's hinges, though the lock, apparently blessed by a God or Goddess, was totally unscathed by age. Glancing around, she caught sight of a desk, stepping forward, playfully tip-toing across the floor, that was, until one rather alarming crack caught her attention. That's when she noticed the large, splintered floor boards, and in the shift to retreat, she fell through, the desk sliding very neatly down into the hole after her. Now falling a good few feet hurt, the desk landing on top of her was merely the icing on top of the cake. She was not knocked unconscious, but she wished she had been, instead laying on the floor with her face scrunched up, slowly pushing the scraps of wood and the desk off her abdomen.
She sniffed lightly, glancing up at the rusted shut and locked gate in front of her. "Damn..." She eased herself onto her feet, holding the top of her head as she opened the drawers of the desk one by one, "There's not even anything worth being locked up for in here..." A moment later, she turned on the gate, giving it a shake, no chance of the gate giving in like the door did. "Hello?", she called, looking around. "Hey, fellow explorers, anyone?! I'm...stuck...", she said, turning back to the object that caused her headache, climbing on top of it to find that, even on her best day, she could make the jump to grab the splintered edge of the floor above her. "Seriously?", she asked aloud, "This is what I get for leaving the kitchens." She decided, taking a seat on the edge of her desk, staring out of her cage grouchily.
Yes, the door was intact, constructed properly with strong hinges and solid wood, however, even someone with minimal knowledge in construction knew rusty hinges wouldn't hold, she smiled, stepping back. Bracing her shoulder, she slammed forward with a resounding crack, then again, the soreness in her arm was negligible compared to the intense desire to see what lingered behind the door.
The third and final slam knocked the door off it's hinges, though the lock, apparently blessed by a God or Goddess, was totally unscathed by age. Glancing around, she caught sight of a desk, stepping forward, playfully tip-toing across the floor, that was, until one rather alarming crack caught her attention. That's when she noticed the large, splintered floor boards, and in the shift to retreat, she fell through, the desk sliding very neatly down into the hole after her. Now falling a good few feet hurt, the desk landing on top of her was merely the icing on top of the cake. She was not knocked unconscious, but she wished she had been, instead laying on the floor with her face scrunched up, slowly pushing the scraps of wood and the desk off her abdomen.
She sniffed lightly, glancing up at the rusted shut and locked gate in front of her. "Damn..." She eased herself onto her feet, holding the top of her head as she opened the drawers of the desk one by one, "There's not even anything worth being locked up for in here..." A moment later, she turned on the gate, giving it a shake, no chance of the gate giving in like the door did. "Hello?", she called, looking around. "Hey, fellow explorers, anyone?! I'm...stuck...", she said, turning back to the object that caused her headache, climbing on top of it to find that, even on her best day, she could make the jump to grab the splintered edge of the floor above her. "Seriously?", she asked aloud, "This is what I get for leaving the kitchens." She decided, taking a seat on the edge of her desk, staring out of her cage grouchily.