Revenge and Redemption [[Closed. Jones&Beckett]]
Aug 9, 2011 17:14:25 GMT -5
Post by ariel on Aug 9, 2011 17:14:25 GMT -5
Ariel found herself, uncharacteristic of the oft-cheery redhead, in a solitary mood. Spawned, surely, from the conversation she'd begun a few days past with the Horned King.
She'd avoided it. Until now. The subject chased her constantly, prodded her incessantly in her sleep, until she, this morning, woke: eyes with the faint look of bags under them and dressed, amazingly, in a dull tan.
She couldn't run from it any longer. If she tried, she'd never sleep, and the growing uneasiness in her abdomen was already beginning to make her turn from any form of food. So here she was, stepping lightly, silently, through the Hall of Presidents, sea-foam eyes staring blankly up at the heroic men. It was the only place she could find that had not one tourist, which she figured had to be the product of the time of day. It was 1:00, and the teen knew enough about the park now to know that all of the humans who visited here were either eating lunch or watching the parade. And so she chose here.
Ariel looked down at the floor, examining the strange pattern on the carpeting.
She was alone.
Not just here in this silent grouping of rooms, no, she had nothing here. In this world.
What a mistake she'd made! How could she be so stupid, thinking that going to Ursula would be such a good idea? How long had she known Eric? Not at all, now that she thought of it--she'd seen him on a ship, saved his life, sang to him. And then a blessed three days: and that was all. She'd given up her family, her home, her whole life, for someone she'd know only three days.
Petite hands, again, covered her face. No tears. She needed to be strong.
And yet, stupid decision aside, here she was: in this new world. A world of pirates and villains and--well, wonderful things, too, but somehow the girl found herself tangled in a mess of evil. How had this happened?
Maybe the Horned King and Jolly Roger and everyone else were right: maybe she was naive. Maybe she'd get herself killed And who would mourn her? Who would try to save her?
No one.
At least, before, Eric had tried to save her. Even if he failed.
The mermaid raised her head from her hands; glared defiantly up at a picture of a man with hair much like Cutler's, and, silently, vowed never to talk to another pirate, another villain, or anyone who didn't have the capacity to care for another person again. She didn't need more trouble.
At that moment, a subtly audible shift came wafting from the next room over. The entrance hall.
Ariel, who'd been motionless this whole time, dashed silently behind a display of a few artifacts, ducking so that, even if anyone did enter the room she was in, they wouldn't see her. But she might be able to peek at them.
And, lips pressed into a fine line, she listened.
COMMENTS. Okay. Knock yourselves out. I put them in the Hall of Presidents because I figured it was the most likely to have no one in it (at least, at DisneyLAND it is), and, I figured, Cutler MIGHT have some interest in going there. I don't know. I imagined it this way: Cutler comes in and is browsing, Ariel hides, and then Davy Jones, who'd been tailing Cutler, follows him in to confront him. You two can either stay in the Entrance Hall or come into the room Ariel's in. I don't care. Just don't see her until she shows herself.