A -- Landing She's been screaming. Hands clutched over her head, fingers dug into her hair. For once it isn't the pain of her head, she's just scared. She reminds herself again and that Darma said. She said her loved ones would be protected. She said their promises would be kept.
Anemone may have trust issues in regards to that promise, but it's the only thing that holds her together.
When she lands and her pod opens, anyone that might be nearby she shouts "GET AWAY FROM ME!" and kicks and punches outwards. She takes time curled within, trying to be alone.
B -- Fifth Wave There's a listless shape moving around the various strewn-together camp work. At first sight, it may look as though Anemone isn't doing anything, but at second, she may have large stacks of firewood in her thin arms, or the scattered about debris that should be too much for a figure like her, but she's handling it just fine.
Anemone's expression is blank. She regards everyone around her as white noise. She's done her yelling and her crying in her pod, and now she's working.
Nonstop.
C -- Wildcard [Come at me! I'm open to anything. Anemone will be prone to lashing out if she's pulled harshly form her haze.]
Anemone | Fifth Wave (will match format)
She's been screaming. Hands clutched over her head, fingers dug into her hair. For once it isn't the pain of her head, she's just scared. She reminds herself again and that Darma said. She said her loved ones would be protected. She said their promises would be kept.
Anemone may have trust issues in regards to that promise, but it's the only thing that holds her together.
When she lands and her pod opens, anyone that might be nearby she shouts "GET AWAY FROM ME!" and kicks and punches outwards. She takes time curled within, trying to be alone.
B -- Fifth Wave
There's a listless shape moving around the various strewn-together camp work. At first sight, it may look as though Anemone isn't doing anything, but at second, she may have large stacks of firewood in her thin arms, or the scattered about debris that should be too much for a figure like her, but she's handling it just fine.
Anemone's expression is blank. She regards everyone around her as white noise. She's done her yelling and her crying in her pod, and now she's working.
Nonstop.
C -- Wildcard
[Come at me! I'm open to anything. Anemone will be prone to lashing out if she's pulled harshly form her haze.]