<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Cliff beside a waterfall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Not that high he said. Of course for the guy diving of of ship masts this wasn't that high. However, for her, this was incredibly high. For someone who hadn't naturally taken to water she was quite a strong swimmer. She could manage a head first dive off a ledge or a diving board but this... goodness. Of course Andres' nudge sort of made her feel silly, as if she were being a chicken. Normally she was not an outright competitive sort but the moment he started describing a cannonball to her as though it were some tame thing, she had to laugh. <br/><br/>"I know what a cannonball is, Andres." She resisted a sudden urge to poke her tongue out at him the way she might have if it were her son talking to her instead. Not that she thought of him that way--though it might have been altogether safer. Her son was 17 and towered over her 5'7" frame but there was always the urge to protect or see him well and successful. There was never ever the gnawing urge to do something foolish. Never the temptation to cross lines she'd done her utmost to carve in fucking stone. Andres was dangerous.<br/><br/>Eyes narrowed, Indira counted down for him and watched breathlessly as he disappeared over the edge. Moving forward she caught the splash the shook the pool and snorted, though inside she was a bundle of nerves as she waited for him to surface. Hopefully he wouldn't have blood gushing out of any body part. <br/><br/>It didn't take long at all for him to reappear, yelling with exuberance. It made her huff slightly because now she really did feel like a chicken. A big coward. She'd refused to take any real risks for so long she'd forgotten how. Then she'd come on this trip and all her rules and boundaries were being blown over, utterly obliterated one after the other and it was scaring the shit out of her. How could she go back to normal after this? Or was that the point? Was this more a chance to exorcise some demons or get things out of her system? Did it really work like that?<br/><br/>The questions distracted her enough that she nodded to Andres instead of verbally responding. On auto-pilot she backed away from the edge, staring hard at the point where solid land gave way to open air. She could do this. She'd once been fun and bold and daring and she could be so again. For a little while. It was just one little cliff. One brief rush. Why not give in just a little?<br/><br/>Indira didn't wait for 5. By 3 she was moving and 4 she was in the air, her eyes squeezed tight as the world dropped away only to come rushing up at her. Her heart seized up in her chest but before fear could take root she was hitting the water, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She hardly felt the impact, only the sudden embrace of the water around her chilled body. For a moment she let herself sink but as the realization that she had jumped off a damn cliff settled in she came surging to the surface. <br/><br/>There was no yelling for her when she broke, only the extended moment where she reveled in the rush of blood and excitement through her veins.<br/><br/>"I can't believe I just... I just jumped off a fucking cliff!" Her hands were shaking as she bobbed in place and her wide eyed gaze swung over to Andres. "I just jumped off a cliff." </span>