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April still hasn't made up her mind about this place.
That everyone is so open about the use of their magic, about being sirens is still something she's coming to terms with after an entire life of hiding who and what she is. Her meeting with Lara had confused her only because she's never been somewhere like this, where there are rules and expectations of her simply because of what she is and that alone is unsettling to her. She's never been very good at following anyone's rules but her own and now she feels, in some ways, as if someone is always watching, just waiting for her to screw up.
So far she hasn't had any real reason to use her powers. She'd sung to Bach, but only to make him feel better. She's hesitant to do what she might normally, she's reluctant to hum a soft tune just to get a man to do what she wants, and she doesn't like that feeling. On the other hand, living somewhere with people who haven't turned away from her simply due to learning what she is has given her a strange sense of belonging she's not used to. It's not something she's sure she likes very much.
She swims daily, but often tries to be done before sunrise. If she misses it, she'll go after sunset, when it's less likely someone will see her. There's probably not need, but she does it anyway, wanting to be back to herself and dressed again before the sun fully comes up.
Today, though, she's late.
As she drifts back toward shore, she realizes the sun is peaking over the tops of the buildings, that the first rays of light of stretching across the sand and people are out. Some are walking along the beach, others are jogging and there are more still on the boardwalk. She's made the effort to find a private place to swim, but even so, as she stands up in the water, her scales are visible, glistening and black, and she doesn't know whether or not she'll be seen.
[Timed to Tuesday morning. Catch her at any stage of her transformation or after she's returned to her human form and has gotten dressed again. >:D]
That everyone is so open about the use of their magic, about being sirens is still something she's coming to terms with after an entire life of hiding who and what she is. Her meeting with Lara had confused her only because she's never been somewhere like this, where there are rules and expectations of her simply because of what she is and that alone is unsettling to her. She's never been very good at following anyone's rules but her own and now she feels, in some ways, as if someone is always watching, just waiting for her to screw up.
So far she hasn't had any real reason to use her powers. She'd sung to Bach, but only to make him feel better. She's hesitant to do what she might normally, she's reluctant to hum a soft tune just to get a man to do what she wants, and she doesn't like that feeling. On the other hand, living somewhere with people who haven't turned away from her simply due to learning what she is has given her a strange sense of belonging she's not used to. It's not something she's sure she likes very much.
She swims daily, but often tries to be done before sunrise. If she misses it, she'll go after sunset, when it's less likely someone will see her. There's probably not need, but she does it anyway, wanting to be back to herself and dressed again before the sun fully comes up.
Today, though, she's late.
As she drifts back toward shore, she realizes the sun is peaking over the tops of the buildings, that the first rays of light of stretching across the sand and people are out. Some are walking along the beach, others are jogging and there are more still on the boardwalk. She's made the effort to find a private place to swim, but even so, as she stands up in the water, her scales are visible, glistening and black, and she doesn't know whether or not she'll be seen.
[Timed to Tuesday morning. Catch her at any stage of her transformation or after she's returned to her human form and has gotten dressed again. >:D]
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"It is a very beautiful place, isn't it?" Essie didn't know if she was really flirting with the other woman or if she was reading too much into it, but regardless, this was some of the silliest fun she'd had since her arrival. Who knew running into a naked siren on the beach would be a highlight of her day?
"And I've been looking at a few ads, maybe making a call or two. It certainly seems like this is the place to be."
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The rent is insanely high and she's still trying to keep a relatively low profile on the financial side of things. It's hard to explain away a small fortune when one doesn't work.
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"Swimming's better, less distance to run if someone swipes your clothes. Not that anyone here ever would..."
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At least for a night, which is usually all she's looking for.
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She's still not sure if it was the tail or the mouth filled with pointed teeth.
"I'm here most mornings," she offers. "If you're interested."
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"I am. Interested." I what could be a lot of things, Essie was willing to admit. She wasn't shy to admit she had itches to scratch and while this wasn't her normal mode of going about things, she could be adaptable. Although, belatedly, she wondered if maybe she shouldn't. If she was going to stay here, she didn't want to establish the wrong reputation.
On the other hand, fuck it, right? She really didn't need to live her life to other's expectations.
Maybe she should consider going back to the hotel and actually getting some sleep.