>>6009456She didn’t seem like she was causing trouble, and while your body may not grow tired of the constant marching, your mind most certainly does. It needs stimulation, and while the landscape that surrounds you is no doubt beautiful, you’ve been staring at it for twenty hours, more or less. You walk onto the wooden bridge, your footsteps smacking against the planks alert the woman to your arrival, her head twisting to see who’s approaching her. With a smile and a wave, she seems inviting to you, the stranger. Once you finally reach her, you prop yourself up against the side of the bridge, leaning your back against it in opposition to her leaning forward onto it. Now that you’re this close to her, you can make out some more finer details. Just like you suspected, she was a woman with dark skin. She looked young. Maybe around college aged, though your ability to guess ages is usually off by five or ten more often than not. Her hair was a mess. A brown cluster of hair that flows down almost to her shoulders with no care for being rule or composed. It seemed like every part of her that could be brown was, including her hazelnut eyes. She was wearing combat boots despite not appearing to be the type for combat, ripped up denim jeans, an old belt, and a red plaid button-up shirt.
<span class="mu-b"> Hey, babes. </span> <span class="mu-g"> Hey. </span> After your greetings, you both pause, unsure of what to say next, or if it’s your turn to speak at all. <span class="mu-b"> So how- </span> <span class="mu-g"> So why’d-no, it’s fine. You go first. </span> The woman lets out a quick laugh before speaking again. <span class="mu-b"> I was gonna ask how you ended up here. My name’s Val, by the way. </span> <span class="mu-g"> Atticus. I dunno, actually. Some kinda illness while I was asleep. You? </span> <span class="mu-b"> Car wreck. Don’t worry, nobody else got hurt. Was quick, too. </span> The woman looks down at the pond, leaning closer over the edge. <span class="mu-b"> You think I could jump in there? </span> Just then, Val began to grab at her belt, her fingers fidgeting around while she undid the metal piece and dropped it to the floor by her feet. <span class="mu-b"> You look like you got some questions on your mind. As long as you don’t mind me taking a swim, though. I could use a bath. </span> <span class="mu-g"> Hey, wait… </span> She punches your shoulder, now bending over to undo the straps on her combat boots. <span class="mu-b"> Calm down, dork! I’m not hitting on you. I don’t even like guys. </span>
Well, she seemed determined to take a calming bath in that pond. Not like you can blame her, you have your own fair share of dirt sticking to your skin after kicking a bunch of it up, nevermind the seldom trip and smack against the ground or your tussle with Leon earlier. Still, she seemed all too casual disrobing herself in front of a complete stranger, even if she isn’t attempting to make a move on you. Maybe she’s just a hippie like that.
>Let her jump in the pond.>Urge her against it. (Roll a D20.)>Join her.>Write-in. 