Rue (
untrueheart) wrote2013-07-10 01:12 am
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Act 3
[Once upon a time, there was a girl who noticed that every single day, she had to track down her dearest love from wherever he happened to wander at the time. He could meander quite far if left to his own devices, which he was, more often than not, because establishing him a 'permanent' place to sleep at night? Had been overlooked.
That's not going to go on any longer. Rue leaves her room in the morning with some serious intent: first to find Mytho, then to convince him to get a room. His own room. ...Somewhere nearby. She has the perfect spot in mind. Of course, she has to find him first, a journey which takes her all over town and back again. Thinking of the only two things he's shown a real interest in doing, and with an eye out for anyone acting particularly odd and emotional, she'll stop a few people she happens to pass with a question:]
Have you seen a white-haired boy pass this way? Or perhaps he was dancing somewhere?
[Once all the hunt-and-find is over and done with (it is a long day), she might be forgiven for overlooking something upon her return to her own apartment. In truth, she doesn't get a good look until she starts to get ready for bed.
There on the living room chair is a pair of terrifyingly familiar black toe shoes.
That is all it takes to turn a frustrating but decent day into a rising nightmare; Rue screams once, turning to run out of her apartment and out of community building seven, as well. Distance, she wanted distance. If she could get far enough away they would not be real.
It is her particular brand of destiny that takes her on a collision course with at least one other person in her flight. Hopefully whoever they are can manage to stop her doing something foolish and irrational.
After all, it's just shoes.]
That's not going to go on any longer. Rue leaves her room in the morning with some serious intent: first to find Mytho, then to convince him to get a room. His own room. ...Somewhere nearby. She has the perfect spot in mind. Of course, she has to find him first, a journey which takes her all over town and back again. Thinking of the only two things he's shown a real interest in doing, and with an eye out for anyone acting particularly odd and emotional, she'll stop a few people she happens to pass with a question:]
Have you seen a white-haired boy pass this way? Or perhaps he was dancing somewhere?
[Once all the hunt-and-find is over and done with (it is a long day), she might be forgiven for overlooking something upon her return to her own apartment. In truth, she doesn't get a good look until she starts to get ready for bed.
There on the living room chair is a pair of terrifyingly familiar black toe shoes.
That is all it takes to turn a frustrating but decent day into a rising nightmare; Rue screams once, turning to run out of her apartment and out of community building seven, as well. Distance, she wanted distance. If she could get far enough away they would not be real.
It is her particular brand of destiny that takes her on a collision course with at least one other person in her flight. Hopefully whoever they are can manage to stop her doing something foolish and irrational.
After all, it's just shoes.]
(during the search!)
It would be better with help, though. It had to be. This woman couldn't possibly know all about the problems associated with Finding Mytho once he'd wandered away.]
I would...appreciate the assistance.
( excelleeent! )
I'm always happy to help out anyone in trouble. { It's what she would do if she somehow ended up getting stuck with this persona she had to play out in any case. Now. Most people in this case would ask where the last time she saw her friend or if she had an idea where he would go if he slipped off somewhere.
But those would be her later questions. Addie wanted to be sure of one thing... } The white-haired boy that is your friend. He doesn't happen to go by the name of Mytho, does he?
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Yes! Then you must have seen him. Tell me, where did he go?
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Oh no, my dear! I did not see him today but he is also a friend of mine. { This must be the girl he was speaking about before. He is very lucky to have her if she is this worried for him and vice versa. } Perhaps we can look around... The flower shop? Perhaps he is attempting to look for a present to show his devotion? He seemed very concerned about wanting to do that when I last spoke to him.
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E-Excuse me? No! { He's clearly younger than her and she definitely does not want anyone devoted to her. That was just asking for trouble for both of the parties. } It is not me he feels that for. Not at all. He spoke of someone else.
You. { For the love of God -- Please be this Rue person and not someone else. She does not want to accidentally start another love triangle between others. } He actually wished to know how to show his devotion to you properly.
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You don't even know who I am. How are you so sure it was me?
[She, of course, knows it was.]
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He cared for the one he's devoted to so much he wanted to find a way to express it. He also mentioned that person being here too. So it is merely making educated guesses and romantic assumptions from my side when I said that.
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If you know so much, then what's my name?
[This is her first real slip-up and she has no idea.]
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Rue.
{ It's said with confidence because as prideful she can be, she does genuinely listen to people when they walk to her and tries to remember every name someone mentions. But to be careful: She pockets one of her hands, crosses her fingers and prays hard for luck to swing. Please oh please let it be your name or this will be a lot of egg on my face. }
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There are worse answers. Worse answers that would also fall as right ones.
This answer, here, surprises her so much that the superior tone drops out of her voice.]
He told you?
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Yes. He did. I asked about who this girl he felt devotion for and he said your name very quickly. { She makes a little gesture with her hands. } Does that prove that I know him well enough? I do wish to help you look for him if you're worried for his person.
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He gets lost easily.
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But someone always finds him again, no? { Doing her best to keep a cheery disposition on the matter, she thinks all will be fine long as he didn't go to the forests. } If it has been done before than it can be done again here.
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Will you send me a message if you see him?
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What is this message you wish for me to pass along should I see him?
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If it is not too much to ask, could you let me know when you find him? I'll do my best to keep an eye out for him until then.
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[As for letting her know.] I'll make every attempt to remember.
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Take care of yourself and good luck, my dear. I hope you and him find each other soon today.