Post by dofferz! on Jun 18, 2017 4:45:08 GMT
//IM DESPERATE AHH
Idk where this would fit in the plot line. But you know what, screw plot lines. Who needed them anywho? Yeah, that's right! Run away, logic! Besides that, though, I guess Doff was out by herself. Somebody could be following or be close by, she didn't know, but what she did know what that she thought she was by herself. She didn't exactly know what she was doing. The salty air blew gently through her hair as she walked along the beach, around a foot from the water. Gulls cried overhead and the waves silently lapped at the sand, low tide rolling in as the water gradually receded with each passing moment. She wasn't too far from the town just yet, mainly headed towards where the lot of them had first arrived, nostalgia dragging at her heart. Chances were she wouldn't make it there, and if she did, it certainly wouldn't be for a while. Moving on foot was slow, and the sun was still high in the sky, but ready to start setting into the horizon. More and more time she spent with just Jean and Adam, but even now the two were left behind, her gloves left hidden in her room. The overo settled and chewing grass in his pasture.
Mummereing to herself, Doff paused for a moment, squatting down and picking up a small, perfect shell that was halfway buried in the sand. The girl messed around with it in her hand for a moment, feeling the different grooves in it before shoving it in her pocket, hand still gripped around it, and raising to her full height. However, after a few steps, she bit down on her lower lip, removed her hand from her pocket, and tossed the shell into the ocean, watching it splash into the waters, allowing a small ripple to form where it had hit, but watching as they were gradually pulled back into a small wave that crashed into the shore moments later. Hn.
Hawk, she didn't even know who she was anymore. The past events had changed her so much, and had her younger self had met who she was now, she never would of recognized herself. She was constantly filled with... Rage, anger. She was distrusting, cold, and scared. Sure, the latter had always been true, and it seemed less so than ever before. It wasn't that she was less scared, if was just she handled it so differently now than she used to. She was drifting away from everybody. She knew Levi didn't intentionally bring Armin and Doff to her hut, but she had never truly forgiven him for it. She may of spoke it, but deep in her heart told a different story. Even Armin.. She didn't feel the same to him as she had all those years ago. Pebble, there was something deep in her that made her want to remain unfriendly to the girl. Like she didn't want to retie ends with her. No matter how badly she wanted to change it, she couldn't. Doff was rambling on, though.
She kept walking, head down and focused on the sand underneath her. No matter how caught up in her thoughts she was, she was still actually.. Relaxed. This was only to be short lived, though. Just the right thing to ruin everything. They always did, and she was just to used to it now that it hardly affected her. The ground began to tremble underneath her, and she did nothing but pull her lips back in what practically resembled a snarl. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Why did they have to ruin everything? Rip everything away from everybody? Her parents were dead thanks to them; her friends were dead thanks to them! She was practically dead thanks to them. Anger coursed through her body as she turned to face the beast, fire flashing in her eyes as the Titan stared down at her, a sick smile plastered onto its face. "WHY DO YA'LL ALWAYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING!?" She screeched, balling her hands into fists. She was sick of falling prey to these blasted bastards. She wasn't going to allow herself to be pushed around anymore. "I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT, COME AT ME, BRO!" She hissed, hand shooting to the grip of her blade. Only to pass right through where it would of been located.
Her heart sank, shattering, and that was when her anger melted away back into pure terror. By her thought of taking a walk along the beach, she had dismissed the fact and thought of titans and thought against bringing her gear with her. Dumb Doff, dumb Doff! Damg it! Sweat gathered on her palms and forehead, stumbled backwards a few steps, tripping as she moved from the solid, saturated sand to the loose, powdered sand, falling backwards onto her butt. She ran each possibility through her head; she couldn't run, she had no gear. The only weapon she carried was a small pistol which would prove to be useless against the titans. "or we could forget what I said and go separate ways.." She whispered under her breath, voice cracking, but obviously to no use as the beast grew closer and closer, appearing even larger than it was as she sat there, attempting to drag herself away without standing. She knew it wasn't fast enough, but she couldn't help but not. Just a first reaction.
She let out a screech as she spotted it's hand prepare to reach forwards, and that's when she scrambled to her feet and attempted to make her escape. If she could just get off the beach and Into the trees, right? The trees would hinder with it's ability to run... Right? It wasn't too far away, but distance wasn't what she was worried about. Running on sand was hard enough, let alone with something chasing her (which also reduced her awareness making her more clumsy than normal). She shot through the sand. The small grains voted against her every movement, and the beast behind her grew closer with every passing heartbeat. Well, quick time skip, and she made it off the sand and was racing to reach the treeline like there was, well, a hoard of titans behind her. Although there was just one. Rip.
Every breath caught in her throat, and hardly enough oxygen carried to her lungs. Her sides hurt like crazy and her legs burned, but she carried on. There was no way in hawk that she could outrun it, and that reality sunk into her head more and more. And finally, she burst into the treeline, but only traveling a few moments before her toe stuck underneath a tree root, sending her flying forwards, practically falling forwards onto her face. She scrambled around for a second, but as she twisted around off her stomach to her knees, there it was. Of course. A gurgled cry emerged from her throat as she saw it reach down for her, and in a split, thoughtless second, the girl grabbed the closest and thickest branch to her, grasping the wood in her hands and smashing it upward with all her power. The wood shattered in her grasp, lining her hand with a couple splinters, but the tip collided with the dead center of the titan's palm, blood spattering down onto her. It hardly affected the beast at all, but it gained her the time to scramble to her feet. Crimson blood dripped down her legs from where she busted her knees and scratched her shins, and she let out a hiss of pain she she made a few steps forward. Tears of pain gathered in the corner of her eyes (she has no pain tolerance, I swear). "P-please" she rasped, stumbling clumsily through the undergrowth. Oh look, more Doff gibberish spewed from her mouth. Steam gathered around her vision from the Titan blood set on her face, and she coughed, gasping for oxygen.
She let loose another screech as she felt pressure grip around her abdomen and ribs, stomach turning upside down as she felt herself be lifted off of the ground. No, oh, hawk no! "Pathetic, pathetic!" She screeched, struggling in it's grasp. She wasn't gonna die—she couldn't! She had made it this far; she wasn't ending like this! "You blasted Son of a Squab!" She yelled, twisting in it's grasp, and managing to maneuver her hand (which wasn't free) to reach her gun, and squeezing her eyes shut, managing to cock it and shoot. The bullet landed somewhere in her hand, and although it didn't drop her, it's grip loosened for a split second, but enough time for her to get her arms and the gun free. Muttering nonsense, she quickly cocked the gun, shot, recocked, and shot. All in the while, screaming, "AAAAHWKEKDMW, YAH!" why, Doff. Two more shots were enough to make it drop her, but her sense of pride was suddenly shattered with a new realization: the distance between her and the ground. Frick. Well, in all honestly, death this way she welcomed more than being eaten alive. Memories flashed through her head. Was this how Pebble felt that day? Probably not, but unlike the girl, she didn't have anybody to catch her. It probably made a move to get her again, but she didn't remember too much after that. Branches scratched at her skin as she fell, allowing small, white scratches to line her skin, gradually filling with blood. However, they gradually slowed her fall down. Her arms scrambled as she tried to grasp them, just one to keep her from hitting the ground, but she was never able to keep a grip and only got bloodied hands as a result of it. And finally, she hit the ground, pain exploding through her body and black immediately slamming down on her vision.
Idk where this would fit in the plot line. But you know what, screw plot lines. Who needed them anywho? Yeah, that's right! Run away, logic! Besides that, though, I guess Doff was out by herself. Somebody could be following or be close by, she didn't know, but what she did know what that she thought she was by herself. She didn't exactly know what she was doing. The salty air blew gently through her hair as she walked along the beach, around a foot from the water. Gulls cried overhead and the waves silently lapped at the sand, low tide rolling in as the water gradually receded with each passing moment. She wasn't too far from the town just yet, mainly headed towards where the lot of them had first arrived, nostalgia dragging at her heart. Chances were she wouldn't make it there, and if she did, it certainly wouldn't be for a while. Moving on foot was slow, and the sun was still high in the sky, but ready to start setting into the horizon. More and more time she spent with just Jean and Adam, but even now the two were left behind, her gloves left hidden in her room. The overo settled and chewing grass in his pasture.
Mummereing to herself, Doff paused for a moment, squatting down and picking up a small, perfect shell that was halfway buried in the sand. The girl messed around with it in her hand for a moment, feeling the different grooves in it before shoving it in her pocket, hand still gripped around it, and raising to her full height. However, after a few steps, she bit down on her lower lip, removed her hand from her pocket, and tossed the shell into the ocean, watching it splash into the waters, allowing a small ripple to form where it had hit, but watching as they were gradually pulled back into a small wave that crashed into the shore moments later. Hn.
Hawk, she didn't even know who she was anymore. The past events had changed her so much, and had her younger self had met who she was now, she never would of recognized herself. She was constantly filled with... Rage, anger. She was distrusting, cold, and scared. Sure, the latter had always been true, and it seemed less so than ever before. It wasn't that she was less scared, if was just she handled it so differently now than she used to. She was drifting away from everybody. She knew Levi didn't intentionally bring Armin and Doff to her hut, but she had never truly forgiven him for it. She may of spoke it, but deep in her heart told a different story. Even Armin.. She didn't feel the same to him as she had all those years ago. Pebble, there was something deep in her that made her want to remain unfriendly to the girl. Like she didn't want to retie ends with her. No matter how badly she wanted to change it, she couldn't. Doff was rambling on, though.
She kept walking, head down and focused on the sand underneath her. No matter how caught up in her thoughts she was, she was still actually.. Relaxed. This was only to be short lived, though. Just the right thing to ruin everything. They always did, and she was just to used to it now that it hardly affected her. The ground began to tremble underneath her, and she did nothing but pull her lips back in what practically resembled a snarl. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Why did they have to ruin everything? Rip everything away from everybody? Her parents were dead thanks to them; her friends were dead thanks to them! She was practically dead thanks to them. Anger coursed through her body as she turned to face the beast, fire flashing in her eyes as the Titan stared down at her, a sick smile plastered onto its face. "WHY DO YA'LL ALWAYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING!?" She screeched, balling her hands into fists. She was sick of falling prey to these blasted bastards. She wasn't going to allow herself to be pushed around anymore. "I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT, COME AT ME, BRO!" She hissed, hand shooting to the grip of her blade. Only to pass right through where it would of been located.
Her heart sank, shattering, and that was when her anger melted away back into pure terror. By her thought of taking a walk along the beach, she had dismissed the fact and thought of titans and thought against bringing her gear with her. Dumb Doff, dumb Doff! Damg it! Sweat gathered on her palms and forehead, stumbled backwards a few steps, tripping as she moved from the solid, saturated sand to the loose, powdered sand, falling backwards onto her butt. She ran each possibility through her head; she couldn't run, she had no gear. The only weapon she carried was a small pistol which would prove to be useless against the titans. "or we could forget what I said and go separate ways.." She whispered under her breath, voice cracking, but obviously to no use as the beast grew closer and closer, appearing even larger than it was as she sat there, attempting to drag herself away without standing. She knew it wasn't fast enough, but she couldn't help but not. Just a first reaction.
She let out a screech as she spotted it's hand prepare to reach forwards, and that's when she scrambled to her feet and attempted to make her escape. If she could just get off the beach and Into the trees, right? The trees would hinder with it's ability to run... Right? It wasn't too far away, but distance wasn't what she was worried about. Running on sand was hard enough, let alone with something chasing her (which also reduced her awareness making her more clumsy than normal). She shot through the sand. The small grains voted against her every movement, and the beast behind her grew closer with every passing heartbeat. Well, quick time skip, and she made it off the sand and was racing to reach the treeline like there was, well, a hoard of titans behind her. Although there was just one. Rip.
Every breath caught in her throat, and hardly enough oxygen carried to her lungs. Her sides hurt like crazy and her legs burned, but she carried on. There was no way in hawk that she could outrun it, and that reality sunk into her head more and more. And finally, she burst into the treeline, but only traveling a few moments before her toe stuck underneath a tree root, sending her flying forwards, practically falling forwards onto her face. She scrambled around for a second, but as she twisted around off her stomach to her knees, there it was. Of course. A gurgled cry emerged from her throat as she saw it reach down for her, and in a split, thoughtless second, the girl grabbed the closest and thickest branch to her, grasping the wood in her hands and smashing it upward with all her power. The wood shattered in her grasp, lining her hand with a couple splinters, but the tip collided with the dead center of the titan's palm, blood spattering down onto her. It hardly affected the beast at all, but it gained her the time to scramble to her feet. Crimson blood dripped down her legs from where she busted her knees and scratched her shins, and she let out a hiss of pain she she made a few steps forward. Tears of pain gathered in the corner of her eyes (she has no pain tolerance, I swear). "P-please" she rasped, stumbling clumsily through the undergrowth. Oh look, more Doff gibberish spewed from her mouth. Steam gathered around her vision from the Titan blood set on her face, and she coughed, gasping for oxygen.
She let loose another screech as she felt pressure grip around her abdomen and ribs, stomach turning upside down as she felt herself be lifted off of the ground. No, oh, hawk no! "Pathetic, pathetic!" She screeched, struggling in it's grasp. She wasn't gonna die—she couldn't! She had made it this far; she wasn't ending like this! "You blasted Son of a Squab!" She yelled, twisting in it's grasp, and managing to maneuver her hand (which wasn't free) to reach her gun, and squeezing her eyes shut, managing to cock it and shoot. The bullet landed somewhere in her hand, and although it didn't drop her, it's grip loosened for a split second, but enough time for her to get her arms and the gun free. Muttering nonsense, she quickly cocked the gun, shot, recocked, and shot. All in the while, screaming, "AAAAHWKEKDMW, YAH!" why, Doff. Two more shots were enough to make it drop her, but her sense of pride was suddenly shattered with a new realization: the distance between her and the ground. Frick. Well, in all honestly, death this way she welcomed more than being eaten alive. Memories flashed through her head. Was this how Pebble felt that day? Probably not, but unlike the girl, she didn't have anybody to catch her. It probably made a move to get her again, but she didn't remember too much after that. Branches scratched at her skin as she fell, allowing small, white scratches to line her skin, gradually filling with blood. However, they gradually slowed her fall down. Her arms scrambled as she tried to grasp them, just one to keep her from hitting the ground, but she was never able to keep a grip and only got bloodied hands as a result of it. And finally, she hit the ground, pain exploding through her body and black immediately slamming down on her vision.
