[ If it hadn't been for the snow, Rook would never have realised she'd left Hope County. She'd taken a dive into the river to escape John's hunters and the next thing she knew she was coming to on the forest floor, snowflakes melting on her cheek and a thin layer dusting her jacket. Picking herself up, her hand instinctively goes to her belt, and she's dismayed to find her gun is gone. ]
Not good.
[ She picks herself up, brushing the snow off and looking around frantically for anything familiar, any sign of which direction to go. In the end there's nothing more she can do than start walking and hope she hits Fall's End before too long.
Instead, after what seems like an age of wandering, the blanket of snow covering the forest floor suddenly drops her way in front of her and she loses her footing, grabbing onto the trunk of the nearest tree to stop herself from tumbling headfirst into the ravine. ]
Is anyone there? I could use a little help here!
[ She's sure she's entirely alone, or that anyone who came across her wouldn't exactly be friendly, but she doesn't see that she has another option than to call for help. ]
the end approaches;
[ Tired, bedraggled and shivering, Rook eventually trudges into the village, arms folded tightly around herself, looking for any sign of life. The town hall seems like a good bet in terms of finding information and making a phone call, though when she enters she just leans against the wall for a few long minutes, glad to be out of the snow and to have the chance to catch her breath.
The bulletin board quickly catches her eye - firstly for the relief of actually having a map to study, though this is quickly replaced by the bad feeling that settles in her stomach when she sees the blood smeared and the ominous words scrawled across it. ]
This feels like it just went from bad to worse.
[ OOC: Happy to write up another starter if preferred, please hit me up at viridianwings. Prose and brackets are both fine! ]
Deputy Rook | Far Cry 5
[ If it hadn't been for the snow, Rook would never have realised she'd left Hope County. She'd taken a dive into the river to escape John's hunters and the next thing she knew she was coming to on the forest floor, snowflakes melting on her cheek and a thin layer dusting her jacket. Picking herself up, her hand instinctively goes to her belt, and she's dismayed to find her gun is gone. ]
Not good.
[ She picks herself up, brushing the snow off and looking around frantically for anything familiar, any sign of which direction to go. In the end there's nothing more she can do than start walking and hope she hits Fall's End before too long.
Instead, after what seems like an age of wandering, the blanket of snow covering the forest floor suddenly drops her way in front of her and she loses her footing, grabbing onto the trunk of the nearest tree to stop herself from tumbling headfirst into the ravine. ]
Is anyone there? I could use a little help here!
[ She's sure she's entirely alone, or that anyone who came across her wouldn't exactly be friendly, but she doesn't see that she has another option than to call for help. ]
the end approaches;
[ Tired, bedraggled and shivering, Rook eventually trudges into the village, arms folded tightly around herself, looking for any sign of life. The town hall seems like a good bet in terms of finding information and making a phone call, though when she enters she just leans against the wall for a few long minutes, glad to be out of the snow and to have the chance to catch her breath.
The bulletin board quickly catches her eye - firstly for the relief of actually having a map to study, though this is quickly replaced by the bad feeling that settles in her stomach when she sees the blood smeared and the ominous words scrawled across it. ]
This feels like it just went from bad to worse.
[ OOC: Happy to write up another starter if preferred, please hit me up at