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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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Thank you, this is quite courteous.
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[Someday Emil will not get nervous and blushy around cute girls. Today is not that day.]
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Why should I know? I haven't the first idea where anything is in this village.
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You haven't introduced yourself.
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[DAMN IT why does he keep forgetting to do something so basic?]
I'm sorry! My name's Emil-- Emil Castagnier. What's yours?
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[And he points to one of the buildings with his unoccupied arm before taking a step, indicating she should walk with him.]
We should probably look for your clothes first before we try to find any of your other stuff.
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[The red ones, which would make no sense to him, so she doesn't say it.]
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[Emil, alas, is unfamiliar with ballet, and thus has never heard of such things.]
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[See, he is not completely uninformed!]
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[He pauses to open the door of the clothing store, holding it for her
like a gentleman.]It's exciting, but at the same time, I kind of missed having a nice, quiet life.
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[Rue slows just a bit, trying to look only at the ground ahead of her.]
That sounds like something to hope for.
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[He looks over at her, head tilted.]
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