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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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...It's just like you to think we could do something like that.
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Well, I do! I mean...there's got to be something we can do for him.
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It's pretty nice here. I hope you like it.
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[For as long as she can, and as well as she can. One hand fists over her heart while they're walking.]
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Here we are! You can find your regular clothes here.
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Tell me, what about after I find them?
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I think I would like that.
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This is a look of doubt. If Duck weren't so forthright and true all the time, the doubt would be even stronger.]
Isn't that convenient.
[Knowing Duck is going to be waiting for her makes it rather easier to go inside the shop and look around for clothes.]
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[ She follows her inside. ]
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Don't you know that bad things follow me? she asks the racks in a whisper.]
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Is it...a happy ending if that happens? If we don't see each other again?
[Because it's hard to ignore Duck in general but pushing aside the words beneath those words is impossible. I wanted to see you again, even if she couldn't actually do it.]
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[ They were with the ones they loved, at least. Even if she was...just a duck. ]
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[But that is another story for another time, she understands that. Besides, that's her uniform right over there, and she picks it up without another word and looks for a place to change.]
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