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untrueheart) wrote2013-05-20 01:10 am
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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[And he did notice her movements - and that the book seems to say Rue's name. Rue hates her stuff getting dirty, so he reaches down to grab it.]
You dropped this...
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No one had ever questioned life in Gold Crown Town, either.
Rue flinches when he offers her the book. She does take it, because he's giving it to her, but she doesn't look at it once.]
I don't want to know what's in there.
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[While he peers at the journal and tilts his head.]
Okay. I won't tell you.
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[Even though she doesn't really want to know just how thoroughly she managed to ruin everything before the end. She has some small idea, and that is too much already.]
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It could have messages from anyone in this village.
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Messages? But they don't know who I am.
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What if she opened it?]
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Then again, what could be worse than finding out your entire life has been one giant lie?
Rue opens the book and turns the first few pages. And he's right. There are messages from other people, but they aren't for her.]
What...is it?
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For talking, between everyone.
[Or so he's basically been told.]
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Rue closes the journal and sits down, hugging her knees. Reminding herself that Mytho is probably not going to join her unless she tells him to, and may wander off alone after a while if she doesn't say much at all.]
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Anywhere.
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Don't you even remember yourself?
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Yes.
[Memories that are vague and fleeting and accompanied by a dark feeling in his blood. He can't focus to fully remember without his emotions.]
I don't have any feelings about my memories.
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And yet it puts her on solid ground again, sort of. Into territory she understands. He's heartless again? Fine. She can be...better about it this time than she was.
So Rue takes his wrist and leads him into the rain again.]
Show me where you've been staying.
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Okay.
[And at her command, he starts to walk in the direction of... wherever it is he's staying.]
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It's just not a real one. I have no feelings about my memories. Of course he doesn't. He has no feelings about anything. But raven's blood or not, all of the facets of the real Mytho, the Prince, had been in there somewhere, and now they were gone.
He didn't know it, but he wanted them back once, and so he must want them again. Rue just doesn't know where to find them.]