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Annie is scared. Anyone would be, after the day she has had, but it's more than having been whisked away to a tropical island she has never heard of and assured once and again of the fact that there is no escape. She doesn't cope well with change, she never has. Annie clings to constants, certainties in her life that promise everything will be okay, even when the world around her is spinning out of control. For as long as she can remember, academia has been one such certainty, the one thing she was always good at without trying, but even better when she did. The one thing to justify her existence, back when she didn't have good looks, a decent physique, or even a single friend to her name. School has always been her constant. She's lost it, here.
They have a school on the island, or so she's been told, but it isn't the same. It isn't a real school the way that Greendale is, even if it barely passes. There isn't a grading system of any substance, no hopes of getting an internship, earning a degree, starting her career. They don't even have extracurriculars. There are no consequences, and consequences are what have always kept Annie in line, always assured her that following the rules was the right thing to do.
Feeling, for the first time in her life, completely aimless, Annie finally drifts away from Jeff and Britta in search of the beach. Britta offered to bring her, but only to prove a point; to prove her own point, Annie turned her down. Now, though, it only seems the next logical destination. Until today, Annie never set foot outside of Colorado. (It's one of the reasons she finds Britta so fascinating, but such waywardness is not mean to enchant girls like Annie Edison, and on principle, Annie would never admit it aloud.) Her parents once vacationed in the Cayman Islands, but Annie stayed behind, fearing the sheer amount of make-up work she would come home to. She gets the feeling there's no such thing as make-up work on Tabula Rasa.
Carrying her flats and bunched-up tights in one hand, Annie wanders along the shore as the sun begins to set, finding herself still incapable of accepting this as reality. Apart from all the questions she has, in this moment, the island resembles something out of an impressionist painting, mixed and blotted colors filling up the horizon, rippling with the tide. The illusion, however surreal, is calming, but eager though she is to maintain it, it doesn't last long. Spotting what appears to be a jelly fish rolling in with the next wave, Annie screams loudly and runs back up the beach, kicking sand every which way as she does so.
(Timed to sunset, everyone welcome, no tag limit!)
They have a school on the island, or so she's been told, but it isn't the same. It isn't a real school the way that Greendale is, even if it barely passes. There isn't a grading system of any substance, no hopes of getting an internship, earning a degree, starting her career. They don't even have extracurriculars. There are no consequences, and consequences are what have always kept Annie in line, always assured her that following the rules was the right thing to do.
Feeling, for the first time in her life, completely aimless, Annie finally drifts away from Jeff and Britta in search of the beach. Britta offered to bring her, but only to prove a point; to prove her own point, Annie turned her down. Now, though, it only seems the next logical destination. Until today, Annie never set foot outside of Colorado. (It's one of the reasons she finds Britta so fascinating, but such waywardness is not mean to enchant girls like Annie Edison, and on principle, Annie would never admit it aloud.) Her parents once vacationed in the Cayman Islands, but Annie stayed behind, fearing the sheer amount of make-up work she would come home to. She gets the feeling there's no such thing as make-up work on Tabula Rasa.
Carrying her flats and bunched-up tights in one hand, Annie wanders along the shore as the sun begins to set, finding herself still incapable of accepting this as reality. Apart from all the questions she has, in this moment, the island resembles something out of an impressionist painting, mixed and blotted colors filling up the horizon, rippling with the tide. The illusion, however surreal, is calming, but eager though she is to maintain it, it doesn't last long. Spotting what appears to be a jelly fish rolling in with the next wave, Annie screams loudly and runs back up the beach, kicking sand every which way as she does so.
(Timed to sunset, everyone welcome, no tag limit!)