Beached Jelly (Open)
Aug 21, 2014 23:31:55 GMT -6
Post by Marilla Scylla on Aug 21, 2014 23:31:55 GMT -6
As someone who can live underwater, you'd assume Marilla would love traveling between oceans. On most occasions this is true, and was true for her mindless wandering onto one of the Summer Islands until a few minutes ago. She had been at sea for quite some time, and quit tracking days after the third one passed. Her backpack, made waterproof by some clever seaweed wrappings all around it, held in her essentials and quite a few change of clothes. One benefit of being four feet tall and slender was that clothing took up much less space when compared to others.
She wasn't planning on stopping on this island, but this decision wasn't entirely up to her. It was up to the giant sea turtle, who decided it wanted to try and nibble on her for a snack. Surprised by the sudden pressure on her foot, she turned back and saw her adorably giant predator literally on her heel. So, like anyone trying to get eaten, she turned around and swam towards the nearest shore while shouting at the top of her lungs. Once she broke shore, her garbled shouts turned into a high pitched shriek as she yelled, "IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME!" while skidding along the sand. Once she stumbled to a halt, she grabbed her bleeding heel and whimpered. "Oh Poseidon, what'd I do to deserve this?"
Her seaweed green bikini, along with random bits of her slender hourglass frame, was covered in sand. Her bright blue (or teal, as some would argue) hair and tentacles were in a jumbled mess. She took off her backpack and the seaweed that kept it dry, and then reused some of the seaweed to wrap around her injured heel. Tears swelled in her bright blue eyes hidden under her bangs, upset that her wonderful swim was interrupted so suddenly.
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She wasn't planning on stopping on this island, but this decision wasn't entirely up to her. It was up to the giant sea turtle, who decided it wanted to try and nibble on her for a snack. Surprised by the sudden pressure on her foot, she turned back and saw her adorably giant predator literally on her heel. So, like anyone trying to get eaten, she turned around and swam towards the nearest shore while shouting at the top of her lungs. Once she broke shore, her garbled shouts turned into a high pitched shriek as she yelled, "IT'S TRYING TO EAT ME!" while skidding along the sand. Once she stumbled to a halt, she grabbed her bleeding heel and whimpered. "Oh Poseidon, what'd I do to deserve this?"
Her seaweed green bikini, along with random bits of her slender hourglass frame, was covered in sand. Her bright blue (or teal, as some would argue) hair and tentacles were in a jumbled mess. She took off her backpack and the seaweed that kept it dry, and then reused some of the seaweed to wrap around her injured heel. Tears swelled in her bright blue eyes hidden under her bangs, upset that her wonderful swim was interrupted so suddenly.
Words: 308
Tags: Whoever ends up replying
Notes: Hehehehehe~..
