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untrueheart) wrote2013-07-10 01:12 am
untrueheart) wrote2013-07-10 01:12 am
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.]
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And what if it hurt him? Seeing him go through pain and fear and disappointment and...all of those, all over again, and knowing that love was something he could not have, not with the things it would do...was it worth it?]
What if he- when he remembers, he...hates me? [It sounds like she's choking; her chest feels like it's on fire.]
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He won't. He's a kind person. Even if it's hard for him, he'll forgive you, I know it.
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[Plain. Matter-of-fact, because it is fact, it is the way things are supposed to be. In order to dissuade Duck from an argument, Rue takes a few steps in a random direction.]
Are you coming?
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Oh - yeah, of course!
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I've already come this way. [Sigh.] Honestly, if he is walking around then we might spend all day trying to catch him.
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No. She's not supposed to think that way anymore, right? Especially if she intends to help at all.]
You're so strange. [It's quiet, gentle in a distant way.]
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[Other than her status as the only sort of person to laugh when someone said a thing like that.]
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[Another thing that might be a compliment, if Rue really knew how those worked with her voice in them.]
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Rue's hands both fold over her chest and she shakes her head very quickly.]
You should look for better talents.
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[If Rue sounds frustrated, it's because she is. Even she doesn't know if she's criticizing or teasing or being affectionate anymore. It makes her chest ache, her fists tightening there.]
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[ Never mind ballet. Duck would probably never be good at that, without the aid of Tutu's powers. ]
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[Though she isn't doing too much looking around for her wayward prince, she is thinking about him. She's always thinking about him.]
He can't get into danger out in the forest here, can he?
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