[ She knows she’s in trouble the instant she arrives – call it a psychic’s intuition or whatever you want, but it’s blatantly obvious to her even though she can’t see or hear the hellhounds until seconds later. When they come into view, Destiny is quick to utter a Romanian expletive under her breath and start running for the trailers. Whoever these people are, they’re her only hope of getting away from the pack of hungry hounds. Just as she’s about to hop on the back of a trailer, though, Destiny trips over a rock embedded in the hardened earth. ]
Oof! Shit!
[ She stumbles, but keeps running, finally catching up. Once she’s on the trailer, she holds out her hand for the person immediately behind her to grab so that they can grab it and use it as an assist to get on board. ]
Come on! Get up here! Those things are crazy!
[Welcome To The New World Order]
[ Meet your new Fortune Teller, Destiny Rumancek. She has to wonder if Mr. Fantastic understands how on-the-nose his career choice for her actually is. Freshly changed into her era appropriate garb, she’s never felt more like a fish out of water and she’s Roma - out of water is her thing.
She roams the carnival grounds looking for a friendly face or an easy mark. It’s not time to start working just yet, though everything is already set up. It all looks like a movie set to her, like something out of the Great Depression, and she has to wonder if there’s some kind of time traveling mojo behind all of this. It would make sense, but wouldn’t explain the pack of what the carnies had called hellhounds. Destiny has yet to figure this place out entirely, but she’s a sharp lady. She’ll get it eventually. ]
[Come One, Come Two, Come All #1]
[ Destiny sits in a cozy little tent decorated with scarves and fairy lights, positioned in front of a round table covered with a purple tablecloth. On it sits a crystal ball that reflects the fairy lights brilliantly. She is dressed to fit the role of fortune teller perfectly with a scarf around her head and loose sleeves hanging off of her arms. You sit opposite her and she dramatically waves her hands around the ball, staring into it intently. ]
I can see your future, but your doubt clouds the picture…
[ Her gaze slowly drifts up to meet yours. ]
There’s a pain you’re feeling. It holds you back. Shed it like a snake sheds its skin. Only then will you achieve greatness.
[Come One, Come Two, Come All #2]
[ Reading fortunes takes a lot out of a girl. She’s been doing it all night. Needless to say, her bullshit muscles are severely stressed. The rides have all stopped for the night, so Destiny has decided to lounge, straddling a carousel horse with a bag of popcorn in her hands.
She munches quietly by herself until she sees someone passing by, maybe to head off to bed. ]
Quiet night?
[ She asks in between bites, eyeing the stranger. ]
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Destiny Rumancek | Hemlock Grove | Fortune Teller
Date: 2019-09-13 04:03 am (UTC)[ She knows she’s in trouble the instant she arrives – call it a psychic’s intuition or whatever you want, but it’s blatantly obvious to her even though she can’t see or hear the hellhounds until seconds later. When they come into view, Destiny is quick to utter a Romanian expletive under her breath and start running for the trailers. Whoever these people are, they’re her only hope of getting away from the pack of hungry hounds. Just as she’s about to hop on the back of a trailer, though, Destiny trips over a rock embedded in the hardened earth. ]
Oof! Shit!
[ She stumbles, but keeps running, finally catching up. Once she’s on the trailer, she holds out her hand for the person immediately behind her to grab so that they can grab it and use it as an assist to get on board. ]
Come on! Get up here! Those things are crazy!
[Welcome To The New World Order]
[ Meet your new Fortune Teller, Destiny Rumancek. She has to wonder if Mr. Fantastic understands how on-the-nose his career choice for her actually is. Freshly changed into her era appropriate garb, she’s never felt more like a fish out of water and she’s Roma - out of water is her thing.
She roams the carnival grounds looking for a friendly face or an easy mark. It’s not time to start working just yet, though everything is already set up. It all looks like a movie set to her, like something out of the Great Depression, and she has to wonder if there’s some kind of time traveling mojo behind all of this. It would make sense, but wouldn’t explain the pack of what the carnies had called hellhounds. Destiny has yet to figure this place out entirely, but she’s a sharp lady. She’ll get it eventually. ]
[Come One, Come Two, Come All #1]
[ Destiny sits in a cozy little tent decorated with scarves and fairy lights, positioned in front of a round table covered with a purple tablecloth. On it sits a crystal ball that reflects the fairy lights brilliantly. She is dressed to fit the role of fortune teller perfectly with a scarf around her head and loose sleeves hanging off of her arms. You sit opposite her and she dramatically waves her hands around the ball, staring into it intently. ]
I can see your future, but your doubt clouds the picture…
[ Her gaze slowly drifts up to meet yours. ]
There’s a pain you’re feeling. It holds you back. Shed it like a snake sheds its skin. Only then will you achieve greatness.
[Come One, Come Two, Come All #2]
[ Reading fortunes takes a lot out of a girl. She’s been doing it all night. Needless to say, her bullshit muscles are severely stressed. The rides have all stopped for the night, so Destiny has decided to lounge, straddling a carousel horse with a bag of popcorn in her hands.
She munches quietly by herself until she sees someone passing by, maybe to head off to bed. ]
Quiet night?
[ She asks in between bites, eyeing the stranger. ]