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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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I'm sure it is.
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Even if Duck starts chattering, Rue won't say much at all on their way to the restaurant.]
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Everyone is really nice here...I bet you'll meet lots of new people to be friends with. Oh, we'll have to go to the tea shop sometime, too! It's very nice...and there's a lake.
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But I don't think I will be making that many friends.
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[Is she even asking Duck? Maybe. Maybe not really. It might be a question for the dirt.]
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Because you have a kind heart and deserve to have all the friends in the world!
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Duck, you are the only person who has ever said something like that to me. [And repeated it so many times.] It is hard to believe.
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...I know. But all the same, I really mean it!
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[It is a trait she could get used to admiring, if they can see their way to an end to their little quarrel problem.]
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[ She saw no reason to do otherwise. ]
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[Infuriating and endearing all at once. Rue's wings flutter against her back and she flinches.]
Is it very far to the restaurant?
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The restaurant itself gets a once-over and a look of uncertainty.]
How...unique.