Scenario 1 [Since a non-ruined city makes a nice change from the oddpocalypse, Wendy is pretty relaxed about this weird new place she's arrived in, even with some less-than-friendly-seeming locals. She could kick ass if needed, but it doesn't seem to be--yet. Even the pamphlets are somewhat amusing, since she accepted them good-naturedly and is now leaning against a building, leafing through them and laughing at some of the more amusing ones.]
Bunyipyips? Werewolves? Axehounds? Geez, Mr. Pines should get some of these people to come up with new junk for the Shack.
Scenario 2 [Wendy grew up in the woods, and knows how not to get lost in them. She's even been making little arrows out of sticks and stones to show which direction she's going. That's part of why being lost right now is so dang frustrating, because she swears she was just in this same clearing ten minutes ago, but the little rock pile she made is not there, so it can't be.]
Ughhh, what?!
[Taking out her frustration by kicking a nearby tree stump, she looks up when she hears someone--or something--else in the forest.]
Who's there?
Scenario 3 [Horns had been cool, like super cool (even though they had hurt and itched like crazy at the time, and she wonders if they have hunting season here and if orange means the same thing as it does back home), and while weird as all get-out, hooves and legs that bend the opposite way was actually also kind of cool. In a freaky way.]
[Wendy hadn't thought much of the fog rolling in at first, until she remembered what 'fog' meant around here. She's hurrying back to safety when a funny feeling starts in her chest, like something heavy is sitting on it, or like she took way too big a bite of food and it's stuck. So she stops, ducking into an alley to lean against the brick wall and try not to throw up like it feels like she wants to. The radiating pain that shoots up her back and into her jaw really, really aren't helping with that either.]
What the--!
[And this is how, at all of fifteen years old, Wendy finds out exactly what it feels like when your heart stops and your body transitions to a new way of being... well, not alive, exactly.]
[Sensation comes flooding back in the form of pins and needles in all her limbs, and a deep hollowness in the pit of her stomach. But Wendy's just going to be there for a long while, silently freaking out at the fact that she doesn't have a heartbeat anymore and what the heck is actually going on and why do the people walking past the alley look tastier than a double cheeseburger right now???]
Wendy Corduroy | Gravity Falls
[Since a non-ruined city makes a nice change from the oddpocalypse, Wendy is pretty relaxed about this weird new place she's arrived in, even with some less-than-friendly-seeming locals. She could kick ass if needed, but it doesn't seem to be--yet. Even the pamphlets are somewhat amusing, since she accepted them good-naturedly and is now leaning against a building, leafing through them and laughing at some of the more amusing ones.]
Bunyipyips? Werewolves? Axehounds? Geez, Mr. Pines should get some of these people to come up with new junk for the Shack.
Scenario 2
[Wendy grew up in the woods, and knows how not to get lost in them. She's even been making little arrows out of sticks and stones to show which direction she's going. That's part of why being lost right now is so dang frustrating, because she swears she was just in this same clearing ten minutes ago, but the little rock pile she made is not there, so it can't be.]
Ughhh, what?!
[Taking out her frustration by kicking a nearby tree stump, she looks up when she hears someone--or something--else in the forest.]
Who's there?
Scenario 3
[Horns had been cool, like super cool (even though they had hurt and itched like crazy at the time, and she wonders if they have hunting season here and if orange means the same thing as it does back home), and while weird as all get-out, hooves and legs that bend the opposite way was actually also kind of cool. In a freaky way.]
[Wendy hadn't thought much of the fog rolling in at first, until she remembered what 'fog' meant around here. She's hurrying back to safety when a funny feeling starts in her chest, like something heavy is sitting on it, or like she took way too big a bite of food and it's stuck. So she stops, ducking into an alley to lean against the brick wall and try not to throw up like it feels like she wants to. The radiating pain that shoots up her back and into her jaw really, really aren't helping with that either.]
What the--!
[And this is how, at all of fifteen years old, Wendy finds out exactly what it feels like when your heart stops and your body transitions to a new way of being... well, not alive, exactly.]
[Sensation comes flooding back in the form of pins and needles in all her limbs, and a deep hollowness in the pit of her stomach. But Wendy's just going to be there for a long while, silently freaking out at the fact that she doesn't have a heartbeat anymore and what the heck is actually going on and why do the people walking past the alley look tastier than a double cheeseburger right now???]