Rapunzel Gothel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
70ftandcounting) wrote2012-07-03 03:39 pm
70ftandcounting) wrote2012-07-03 03:39 pm
[open commentlog | backdated to day 4 of her amnesia]
[Fragments of thoughts shift inside of Rapunzel’s mind, and wispy pieces of memory slip away whenever she tried to grasp it. Uncertain as to who she truly is and just what she’s doing here, she’s been wandering the Keep in a listless daze, only eating and drinking when her body reminds her that she is hungry and thirsty, because eating is not something that she remembers to do.
She wanders even now, hands loose at her sides and hazel eyes blank and distant while dirty, bare feet take her on an aimless path. Her hair, seventy feet long once more, trails behind her and catches dust and other bits of debris as she walks. The dress she wears is torn and covered in blood, though just who’s it is is questionable. In her hand, she holds a torch that has long been burned out.
Approach?]
((ooc: so Rapunzel died. Oops. Feel free to run into her.))
She wanders even now, hands loose at her sides and hazel eyes blank and distant while dirty, bare feet take her on an aimless path. Her hair, seventy feet long once more, trails behind her and catches dust and other bits of debris as she walks. The dress she wears is torn and covered in blood, though just who’s it is is questionable. In her hand, she holds a torch that has long been burned out.
Approach?]
((ooc: so Rapunzel died. Oops. Feel free to run into her.))