Rue (
untrueheart) wrote2013-05-20 01:10 am
Act 1
[For two days, Rue has spent her time deep in the forest, surviving on the supplies provided in a small but seemingly abandoned building. On the first day she saw no one, and spent her time as far away from the storybook bearing her name as possible, forcing herself to ignore the black wings on her back. Doing a terrible job of it.
On the second, someone came by, but she hid herself in the surrounding forest until they were gone. It was a stranger and she didn't want anybody to know she was there. Never mind that she was fairly sure this was outside the walls- somewhere she couldn't even imagine going. Not yet.
But on the morning of the third day, self-preservation wins out over uncertainty, and Rue (with her book, so no one else would find it either) walks from the small house until she finds a small lake, following its river upstream and coming within sight of a village with no wall.
There had been spare clothes in the house, so she wears a large jacket despite the heat, to cover her unfortunate wings; it turns away some of the rain that starts up part of the way through her walk. Eventually she stops under the overhang of a shop, staring around at the unfamiliar village, wondering if she ought to stay out of sight.
Too afraid to open a book labeled with her name - a book that might tell her story - she hasn't even come to understand just how different that story is about to become.]
[[ooc: Rue was at New Feather station bb, and she can be under any roof overhang you want but the Item Shop is the most likely one for running-into shenanigans.]]
On the second, someone came by, but she hid herself in the surrounding forest until they were gone. It was a stranger and she didn't want anybody to know she was there. Never mind that she was fairly sure this was outside the walls- somewhere she couldn't even imagine going. Not yet.
But on the morning of the third day, self-preservation wins out over uncertainty, and Rue (with her book, so no one else would find it either) walks from the small house until she finds a small lake, following its river upstream and coming within sight of a village with no wall.
There had been spare clothes in the house, so she wears a large jacket despite the heat, to cover her unfortunate wings; it turns away some of the rain that starts up part of the way through her walk. Eventually she stops under the overhang of a shop, staring around at the unfamiliar village, wondering if she ought to stay out of sight.
Too afraid to open a book labeled with her name - a book that might tell her story - she hasn't even come to understand just how different that story is about to become.]
[[ooc: Rue was at New Feather station bb, and she can be under any roof overhang you want but the Item Shop is the most likely one for running-into shenanigans.]]

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Ah.. sorry. I didn't realise there was already someone here.
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It's raining. I'd like to stay dry.
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[ She takes her hair in her hands, wringing it out a little to get the water out. ]
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There isn't a choice.
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She watches quietly from under the water as Rue makes her approach and continues on down the river. Right now she's simply watching, curious of Rue's intention, but not exactly trying very hard to hide herself either.]
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Then she thinks she sees a shadow there- but no. It's gone, or she imagined it because of the ripples.
But as she makes her way toward the river she keeps looking back over her shoulder, just in case.]
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Not many humans venture out this far in the rain.
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Saizou noticed Rue first and he snorted at her, causing Souji to look over.]
Oh, hello there. Don't you want to come inside?
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I'm lost. [It is the best she can manage and she regrets it almost immediately.]
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I can see that. We're all a little lost when we first arrive.
Why don't we get you indoors and out of the rain first? It won't do to get soaking wet on your first day.
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akfdj;aj "like at" should be "live at" up there
I am fluent, *fluent* in typo, don't worry!
good because i typo a lot orz
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With his mouth closed! His survival skills aren't that bad okay.]
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Mytho, without cruel eyes or crow feathers. Wearing a swan's wings instead.
Rue is surprised to find herself pulling away, closer to the building, drawing her borrowed coat tighter. He was himself again. What would he say, now that he knew the truth?]
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He knows her. He knows her so well. But there's so much that's blocked off, hidden beneath the floodgates of his empty heart.
Mytho makes some steps towards her. And he calls out her name almost automatically.]
Rue.
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... Looking for something?
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No. Who are you?
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I'm Platina Berlitz. Am I wrong to assume that you're new to Luceti?
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R-Rue!
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Duck?
[After everything she'd just done...what would this girl do in return?]
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Why does she look so sad? ]
Rue! It's you! Are you okay? How long have you been here?
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Excuse me? Did you need any help?
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If you don't mind. [For now, she doesn't have the stomach to sound confident.]
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Hey there... you look like you need an umbrella. Do you want to share mine for now?
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Where are you going?
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I was going home, but I don't mind walking you to wherever you live. I'm not in a hurry or anything.
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