Week 5, Day 3 [ Even with the riots going on, Juvia's only concern is the Company and the people she cares for within it. She chooses to make arrests among the people who she believes to be inciting violence, only because she deems it to be the most efficient way of controlling the crowd. She doesn't want to waste her strength, doesn't want to harm anyone, if she doesn't have to.
She, especially, wants this to end as quickly and as neatly as possible. For the remainder of the day, Juvia will be using a very hands-on approach to apprehending civilians, instead of using her water. Hands-on, meaning that she's got her knee digging into someone's back as she twists their arm behind them. ]
It's useless to resist against Juvia.
Week 5, Day 5 [ For the first time in a long while, she feels nervous. She finally thinks about her parents, somewhere in Old Town, among all the chaos and the families like hers who might be in trouble. Juvia is both horrified, and relieved, to be sent over to Old Town. Relieved because it gives her an excuse to check up on her family, and horrified because the anger in this town is so palpable she feels her hands shaking.
Half-way into this job, Juvia is struck by a civilian-- the only evidence thereof is the bruise forming on her cheek. But it doesn't deter her as much as it should, because later on Juvia is trying to put out the fires that were set during the uglier part of the riots. ]
You should move! It's not safe to be here.
[ All clothing-- save for the uniform she wears (Company rules sadly)-- are missing. Large blobs of water are suspended in air, just a few inches above her hands. ]
Go home.
Week 5, Day 6 [ Or, later on when the number of deaths begin to add on and the protests die down, Juvia stops patrolling in favor of listening to one of the peaceful demonstrations going on. No matter who is speaking, Company or Westie, she feels all the weight of everything that's been going on the past couple weeks finally sink in. Her stern, hardened, expression melts away into something more vulnerable.
She finds herself moved at the ideals being spoken-- of a Old Town more peaceful, without the struggle and despair of the past few days. She feels her eyes water, tears flowing over the darkened bruise on her face. It will take her a few moments to compose herself if she sees someone she knows. If you're a stranger, she'll awkwardly make eye contact and quickly hide her face in a panic. ]
Wildcard [ if you want to just throw something at me, I'm cool with that! c: and if you want to work out something specific, you can pm me at enoshima ]
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[ Even with the riots going on, Juvia's only concern is the Company and the people she cares for within it. She chooses to make arrests among the people who she believes to be inciting violence, only because she deems it to be the most efficient way of controlling the crowd. She doesn't want to waste her strength, doesn't want to harm anyone, if she doesn't have to.
She, especially, wants this to end as quickly and as neatly as possible. For the remainder of the day, Juvia will be using a very hands-on approach to apprehending civilians, instead of using her water. Hands-on, meaning that she's got her knee digging into someone's back as she twists their arm behind them. ]
It's useless to resist against Juvia.
Week 5, Day 5
[ For the first time in a long while, she feels nervous. She finally thinks about her parents, somewhere in Old Town, among all the chaos and the families like hers who might be in trouble. Juvia is both horrified, and relieved, to be sent over to Old Town. Relieved because it gives her an excuse to check up on her family, and horrified because the anger in this town is so palpable she feels her hands shaking.
Half-way into this job, Juvia is struck by a civilian-- the only evidence thereof is the bruise forming on her cheek. But it doesn't deter her as much as it should, because later on Juvia is trying to put out the fires that were set during the uglier part of the riots. ]
You should move! It's not safe to be here.
[ All clothing-- save for the uniform she wears (Company rules sadly)-- are missing. Large blobs of water are suspended in air, just a few inches above her hands. ]
Go home.
Week 5, Day 6
[ Or, later on when the number of deaths begin to add on and the protests die down, Juvia stops patrolling in favor of listening to one of the peaceful demonstrations going on. No matter who is speaking, Company or Westie, she feels all the weight of everything that's been going on the past couple weeks finally sink in. Her stern, hardened, expression melts away into something more vulnerable.
She finds herself moved at the ideals being spoken-- of a Old Town more peaceful, without the struggle and despair of the past few days. She feels her eyes water, tears flowing over the darkened bruise on her face. It will take her a few moments to compose herself if she sees someone she knows. If you're a stranger, she'll awkwardly make eye contact and quickly hide her face in a panic. ]
Wildcard
[ if you want to just throw something at me, I'm cool with that! c: and if you want to work out something specific, you can pm me at