Out of all the places she would have expected to wake up the middle of the desert isn't one of them, not that she has any real reason to believe this or know for sure seeing how Dawn has no memory of who she is or where she was before this but it just seems like one of those things you don't experience all that often.
Waking up with your face in the dirt, the hot noon sun beating down on you and your mouth as dry as the area around you.
"Shit."
She says to herself, looking around at the miles and miles of sand and sun. Every direction looks the same and eventually she sighs and picks a direction at random to start walking, her cowboy boots kicking up dry earth as she trudges along. It's hard to say how long she walks for, it feels like an eternity and yet the sun doesn't budge and pretty soon she is sweating and feeling faint.
Apparently she is not made for the heat and yet she keeps going, knowing that she has no choice. It's either keep going or lay down and die and something inside her doesn't like that idea one bit.
Eventually the scenery changes, just a little. Something is up ahead in the distance and at first she thinks it's just her eyes playing tricks on her but as she gets closer she sees it's not just a something but a someone.
"Hello?" She calls out, her voice cracking from having to raise it.
"Are you real or a mirage?"
3.) Bullrider:
You don’t look too tough.
She doesn't know why the thought enters her mind nor does she know why her immediate reaction is to turn and look at the bull, her dark brown eyes slightly squinting as if she were trying to challenge it with just her stare.
"We'll see about that."
Dawn abandons her whiskey and marches over towards the bull, it's a bit of a funny sight seeing how she is such a petite woman. Barely five foot four and built like a music-box ballerina and yet she climbs on the bull with no sign of fear or nerves. It starts up and she holds on tightly, moving her body in time with it's wild rocking and jerking motions and to both her surprise and maybe a few others she manages to last longer than expected.
It feels good, and more so she feels almost powerful with how well she's doing. And for one moment she is allowed a feeling of triumph but then she gets cocky and tries to adjust her grip, the bull seems to sense this even though it's a machine and tosses her off.
"SHIT!!" She manages to cry out as her small frame is bucked off and she goes flying towards one of the other patrons of the bar.
You better either catch her or move out of the way!
Dawn Granger| Titans
Out of all the places she would have expected to wake up the middle of the desert isn't one of them, not that she has any real reason to believe this or know for sure seeing how Dawn has no memory of who she is or where she was before this but it just seems like one of those things you don't experience all that often.
Waking up with your face in the dirt, the hot noon sun beating down on you and your mouth as dry as the area around you.
"Shit."
She says to herself, looking around at the miles and miles of sand and sun. Every direction looks the same and eventually she sighs and picks a direction at random to start walking, her cowboy boots kicking up dry earth as she trudges along. It's hard to say how long she walks for, it feels like an eternity and yet the sun doesn't budge and pretty soon she is sweating and feeling faint.
Apparently she is not made for the heat and yet she keeps going, knowing that she has no choice. It's either keep going or lay down and die and something inside her doesn't like that idea one bit.
Eventually the scenery changes, just a little. Something is up ahead in the distance and at first she thinks it's just her eyes playing tricks on her but as she gets closer she sees it's not just a something but a someone.
"Hello?" She calls out, her voice cracking from having to raise it.
"Are you real or a mirage?"
3.) Bullrider:
You don’t look too tough.
She doesn't know why the thought enters her mind nor does she know why her immediate reaction is to turn and look at the bull, her dark brown eyes slightly squinting as if she were trying to challenge it with just her stare.
"We'll see about that."
Dawn abandons her whiskey and marches over towards the bull, it's a bit of a funny sight seeing how she is such a petite woman. Barely five foot four and built like a music-box ballerina and yet she climbs on the bull with no sign of fear or nerves. It starts up and she holds on tightly, moving her body in time with it's wild rocking and jerking motions and to both her surprise and maybe a few others she manages to last longer than expected.
It feels good, and more so she feels almost powerful with how well she's doing. And for one moment she is allowed a feeling of triumph but then she gets cocky and tries to adjust her grip, the bull seems to sense this even though it's a machine and tosses her off.
"SHIT!!" She manages to cry out as her small frame is bucked off and she goes flying towards one of the other patrons of the bar.
You better either catch her or move out of the way!