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towerofanimus2013-11-08 04:21 pm
sicharia) wrote in towerofanimus2013-11-08 04:21 pm
five.
Characters: Claudia Hortensia & Urotsuki; Claudia Hortensia & OPEN
Setting: Floor 7
Format: Brackets
Summary: Claudia promised Urotsuki that she would let her teach her how to swim. ...But others are welcome to walk in on her in the locker room or find her by the pool, too.
Warnings: Talk about scars.
[Claudia eats lunch early and arrives on Floor 7 shortly after noon, in order to give herself time to change. It's a good thing, too—she feels awkward and embarrassed stripping out of her clothes only to put on something that leaves so much skin exposed, and she has to take a few minutes to work up the nerve to do so. Frequently, she looks toward the door of the locker room, anxious at the thought of someone walking in on her like this.]
[It's not some sense of modesty that leaves her feeling this way. It's her scars. They're stark and unsightly, branding her body and creeping down her limbs. And if she's going to swim, she can't even keep her eyepatch on, leaving the ones marring her right eye plain for anyone to see. She tries to find a swimsuit that covers as much of her body as possible, and though she succeeds in locating a plain one that covers the majority of her torso well enough, it's not possible to conceal everything...]
[There's also the matter of her right hand. She has kept it wrapped in bandages until now, but she can't keep those on while swimming. Without them, her remaining Command Seals are plainly visible, bright and red on her pale skin. She supposes she'll just have to hope that no one she has been lying to about her involvement in the Grail War sees her like this... Though, really, what are the chances of her meeting one of them now, during this one opening? She makes herself feel a little better, thinking like that.]
[In the end, she winds up curling up where she sits in wait beside the pool, swathed in a large towel as though it were a cloak. Her legs are drawn up to her chest, and the towel is pulled over her head like a hood, but there's only so long she can keep her body hidden like that...]
Setting: Floor 7
Format: Brackets
Summary: Claudia promised Urotsuki that she would let her teach her how to swim. ...But others are welcome to walk in on her in the locker room or find her by the pool, too.
Warnings: Talk about scars.
[Claudia eats lunch early and arrives on Floor 7 shortly after noon, in order to give herself time to change. It's a good thing, too—she feels awkward and embarrassed stripping out of her clothes only to put on something that leaves so much skin exposed, and she has to take a few minutes to work up the nerve to do so. Frequently, she looks toward the door of the locker room, anxious at the thought of someone walking in on her like this.]
[It's not some sense of modesty that leaves her feeling this way. It's her scars. They're stark and unsightly, branding her body and creeping down her limbs. And if she's going to swim, she can't even keep her eyepatch on, leaving the ones marring her right eye plain for anyone to see. She tries to find a swimsuit that covers as much of her body as possible, and though she succeeds in locating a plain one that covers the majority of her torso well enough, it's not possible to conceal everything...]
[There's also the matter of her right hand. She has kept it wrapped in bandages until now, but she can't keep those on while swimming. Without them, her remaining Command Seals are plainly visible, bright and red on her pale skin. She supposes she'll just have to hope that no one she has been lying to about her involvement in the Grail War sees her like this... Though, really, what are the chances of her meeting one of them now, during this one opening? She makes herself feel a little better, thinking like that.]
[In the end, she winds up curling up where she sits in wait beside the pool, swathed in a large towel as though it were a cloak. Her legs are drawn up to her chest, and the towel is pulled over her head like a hood, but there's only so long she can keep her body hidden like that...]
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