head, heart, soul [tempest please]
Feb 22, 2015 12:47:52 GMT -5
Post by jake on Feb 22, 2015 12:47:52 GMT -5
She needed a purpose and a direction. It was what would keep her alive, keep the air in her lungs, keep steady thoughts in her head. Tuck would live the life she was meant to while she was here. That life... well, that life was a wild one. She was a wild creature with big dreams and strong ambitions, and she wouldn't trade that for the world. There was something about the restless churning of her insides, the fact that she was here and that she was alive and that she was ever so free. What did a free man (woman?) do? They joined a gang.
Tuck's ghostly eyes were bright with the idea that she was going to... going to do something, and something big. The energy in her system was insatiable, ready to go at a moment's notice. She can't help it. Tuck was meant to do something with the gift she'd been given, right? Though she is young, she knows exactly what's going on. She's got a grasp on the very fiber of her being. She knows. She knows so incredibly well that she's got a direction, and now she needs a purpose. Gang. Find the gang. Find Tempest.
The beach. She's reached the beach during the seemingly endless stretch of winter sun that comes just after the noon sun starts to fall from the sky. Shining coat in the light, post holing her way through the snow that was already starting to melt off. Spring was on the horizon, and she couldn't wait. That was the most beautiful part of it all-- she'd see it over and over again. Embrace it with open arms. All she wanted was something to do. That was the endgame, after all. That was why she'd come. Never anything without a purpose in Tuck's world.
So she barks. Just once, but it's a loud report of breath. They needed to know she was here, and that she needed... something.