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Posted: Apr 12 2017, 11:02 PM
Merida Eileen MacDunn
The hospital was white, stark, smelling of metal and medicated cleanliness. Merida hated it. She had no certain comparison for this place, her mind feeling fogged and confused much of the time, but she hated it with certainty. It felt good to be certain about something, even negatively. Certainty was an elusive concept presently. Few things seemed certain, only feelings that came and went like the ebbs and flows of an evening tide. She knew she felt caged, and everything around her felt wrong. The wrongness wasn't just the surrounds however, it was deeper rooted. She didn't belong here. She belonged somewhere else... or at least, she had once. The sense of belonging was somewhere along green hills, mountains, clear skies, waterfalls, forest trails and a castle that looked like it was built from the rock itself.
The nurses hadn't been back for a time, which offered some respite from their bothersome company. They reminded Merida of bees buzzing around a woven hive, busily moving and flitting about her till she wanted to scream. Why they vexed her so much was a bit of a puzzle. They were nice to her. Everyone was nice, that was what made them so blasted irritating.
Merida sat propped against stiff pillows, tucked under stiffer sheets. Her fiery hair fell around the shoulders of her hospital gown in an unruly tangle of curls. One of the nurses had unwisely suggested the girl might like it cut shorter, to which she received a sharp verbal bruising. It wasn't that Merida wanted to argue, or to lash out, words just flew out her mouth faster than you could say: "Awa' an bile yer heid". Maybe she could be more diplomatic, or at least more tactful, if her head didn't hurt so much.
The Doctor said she was improving. She could sit up now for longer periods without getting dizzy, and when she was allowed out of bed, her vision didn't swim nearly as much as it had previously. Still, the headaches were troublesome, getting worse whenever Merida tried to focusing on remembering. It was as if, her mind was blocking out memories like a soldier might guard a postern gate. The harder she attempted to infiltrate those locked memories, the more guarded they became. At least now she had some grasp of what memories were. The first days had been dark blankness. She was asked what seemed impossible questions, and had no inkling of an answer. It terrified her. Thankfully, that had passed, leaving in its stead a sense of nostalgia for a story she had read long ago, the story that had been her life as Princess Merida of DunBroch.
At present, she was not a princess, or at least not one in the sense she had been, in that place so far away. She was just a girl, in a hospital bed, wearing an annoyingly thin patient gown (that had lack of proper closure) a plastic bracelet on her wrist, and confined to this abominable room for more hours than she cared to count. Boredom had set in, so a notebook was set on her lap, and lists were being made, memories jotted down, a good deal of doodling was being produced, all with a lackluster attitude. Merida began to absently chew on the eraser of the pencil. She studied the doodle on her pad, noting the lines that made up a rather poor attempt at capturing the outline of a shire horse. The tail was off. It needed to be thicker. Merida began to add extra lines to the horse's tail.
The door opened, and a nurse appeared, her cheerful smile was enough to give Merida the collywobbles. "You have a visitor, dear."
Looking up from her drawing, Merida eyed the woman with a deadpan expression. "Is that so...?" Was it some type of trick? Of course it was. Merida was wiser now. The last time a nurse had announced a visitor, it had been a nasty little shrew with a needle injection that was shot into her arm. Merida had managed to get a whack with her pillow at the wicked little Trow. Her arm tingled just thinking about the horrid sharp needle piercing her tender skin. Lying her pencil aside, Merida folded her arms. "Well, I don't think we'll have any of that today, thanks all the same." Her light blue eyes twinkled with challenge.
The nurse made a placating gesture. "Having some company will be a nice change for you. It doesn't have to be a long visit." Still smiling in her uncanny way, the nurse stepped from the room, leaving the door ajar with a hand hold. "She's ready to see you, go right in." The nurse's voice carried over, chilling Merida. She began cursing the evil fate that had brought her another unwanted visit, eyes peeled at whoever dared to walk into the room.
WHAT HAS FATE BROUGHT?
willow ailsa winslet- ||OOC: sorry its so long, hope it works||
|willow ailsa winslet||
Posted: Apr 18 2017, 11:28 AM
undone is what i am
merida eileen macdunn // outfit
Once she arrived in the Real World a few months ago, Willow tried to keep tabs on the newcomers. Working as a guide in Haven Hill allowed her to do so without much suspicion, as it allowed her to help new people adjust to their new surroundings. Her own adjustment took just over a month as she had been human once, even if it had been centuries before. Her only difficulty had been getting used to the new technology, which made the newest inventions of her time seem archaic. Some of the others that had been animals or entities struggled more as being human was something they were not used to. Willow enjoyed working with newcomers and hearing about their lives before the Darkness if they were willing to tell her about it. When she had heard about a certain 'Merida MacDunn' being in the hospital however, she had a great feeling that this was the Merida of her own world. She had never officially met her as she had been just the Will-O'-the-Wisp, but Willow felt as if she knew Merida because she had watched grow up and tried to help her out by leading her away from the witch's hut. Despite being unsuccessful with this, Willow wanted to go see her in the hospital if Merida's health allowed her to have visitors.
Equipped with a small bouquet of lavender that she had purchased from a local florist, she was greeted with a blast of cool air once she entered the waiting room. There weren't many people here as the Haven Hill hospital typically only dealt with newcomers, but there were about three or four milling around. Willow went straight to the check in desk, clearing her throat to get the receptionist's attention. "I'm 'ere to see Merida MacDunn?" The receptionist nodded, then typed something into her computer. After a few moments, the receptionist nodded once again, then handed her a visitor's pass with the name and the room number. Before being ushered to the room, however, the receptionist stopped her. "Be sure to talk with one of the nurses at the nursing station to be caught up on Ms. MacDunn's situation." Willow nodded in reply before sticking the pass onto her dark blue shirt and following a guide into the patients' area.
Noticing the nursing station almost immediately, she approached one of them that appeared to be free at the moment. "I wis told to talk wi' a nurse 'bout Merida MacDunn's situation?" The nurse looked up from what she was doing, then ushered Willow towards a computer on a movable tray. After a few clicks of the mouse, the nurse replied. "So since she arrived, Ms. MacDunn, how do you put it lightly, a bit verbally aggressive." Willow gave her a weird looks but the nurse continued anyways. "She has been so, but has been dealing with painful headaches, which makes it somewhat understandable. The doctors have been noticing her situation is stabilizing, but just keep in mind that too much anxiety or stress might make her headaches regress." Willow gave the nurse a smile, which gave the nurse the cue to lead her to Merida's room. She was a bit nervous as she had never officially met Merida before, but was attempting to remain optimistic about the situation.
She clutched the flowers as she waited outside, listening to the conversation that the nurse was having with Merida. From what she could tell, Merida was not very happy about having a visitor and Willow couldn't blame her. Being in a new world in a hospital could be disorienting for some, especially when they were in a world so different from their original one. Maybe her being from the same world might make this visit go much less painlessly for both parties. Taking the nurse's cue of opening the door a bit, Willow scratched a bit at her arms, which were covered in tattoos. They had appeared when she crossed over and most of the images were symbolic of visions she had once before. Taking the door from the nurse, she shuffled in, putting a slight smile on her face. The girl in the hospital bed looked just like Merida with wild red hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. Willow approached her slowly, trying to think of words to say. "I dinna know if you 'member me, but I'm tha wisps? My name is Willow. It's nice to finally meet ye." She continued to stand awkwardly by the bed, not sure what to say, before remembering that she had brought flowers. "I brought these for ye. Where should I put 'em?" Willow held up the small bouquet of lavender, looking around the room for a possible place to put them down.
|merida eileen macdunn||
Posted: Yesterday at 01:05 pm
Merida Eileen MacDunn
The young woman who walked into the room was not a nurse, or anyone resembling the tiresome hospital staff. Merida's eyes widened slightly. She had readied herself for conflict, welcomed the chance to blame someone for interrupting her boredom. Now, she was now helplessly disarmed. There was a difference between defending yourself, and attacking for the sake of being vicious. Any warrior worth his (or 'her') salt knew that. As it were, Merida found it easy to lash out, but given nothing to use as kindling, it was a harder to stroke up a flame of adequate temper.
As the visitor moved closer to the bedside, Merida regarded her. She stared, with a curious expression, head tilted slightly. There was something familiar about the lass, though Merida had never laid eyes on her. The odd sense of familiarity sent a chill up her spine. Her gaze shifted to the lass' arms, covered with the tattooing of intricate patterns.
A flicker of memory sparked, she had seen markings like this before... Hadn't she?
Lord Macintosh and his warriors had been fond of tattoos. War-paint too. Woad wasn't easy to harvest. It had to be grown in a field, picked early or it would lose it's potent dying nature. Once the leaves were collected, they were chopped into a paste, rolled into balls, and left to dry out. The hardened balls then could be ground up into a fine powder, sprinkled with water, left to ferment. A bubbling mixture of potash, and boiling water were combined with the powder into the dye-bath. Careful precautions had to be made to ensure it didn't spill or accidentally stain anything.
What an odd memory. Why suddenly could she remember the process of woad making? Useless information flooding into her head at such a random time. What had prompted this again?
Oh yes, those markings, tattoos on the young woman's arms. Merida was transfixed. However, these markings on the young woman's arms were different from those Merida recalled. She was almost certain they weren't even related to woad. They were more rich in design, vibrant in color, and mysterious in an unmistakable way.
At the sound of the young woman's voice, Merida blinked as if waking from a trance. Merida pressed two fingers to her brow. "Wait. You are a Wisps? The Wisp? But..." She shook her head slowly as if to clear it. Why should any of this be shocking? In light of everything, nothing should shock or surprise. Still, she tried to reason it out. "That would make sense though, wouldn't it? I mean... If I'm here, then you could be here too." The rationalization of Willow's words were being accepted by Merida's subconscious, even as her mind attempted rebellion. She believed in magic. She always had.
The flowers stole away her attention for a moment. "Oh, aye! You can put em' right here..." Merida leaned precariously out of the bed grabbing a water glass which was too small for the beautiful lavender bouquet. The notebook that had been on her lap, slid to the side, her pencil falling in the crevice of her blankets. Extending the glass, she realized the blunder, set it down hastily on the nightstand, spilling water on the top surface.
As she settled back to avoid falling out of bed, Merida was muttering to herself, mostly in Gaelic. She thrust out a hand to take the flowers, absently, her mind racing. Merida's eyes flashed up again, meeting the direct gaze of her visitor. "How?.." She trailed off, and hurriedly resumed, "How did you get here... and like this?" She waved a hand in an inarticulate gesture. "Human, I mean?"
WHAT HAS FATE BROUGHT?
willow ailsa winslet- ||OOC: hope this is okay||