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paixaorpg2006-08-16 05:26 am
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She wanted... [Closed]
Character: Blue
Content: Blue is wandering. Something is starting to make her uneasy, but she isn't sure what exactly.
Setting: G6 - Jogo da Crianca
Time: Week2, mid-day
Warnings: None.
Maybe that woman was...right. Faye. Sure, this world seemed better than the last, but... was it really Paradise? It couldn't be the after-life. If it was, wouldn't she at least be wolven? Well. As wolven as she got.
Something was starting to get to her. Things didn't feel right.
She made her way around Paixao easily enough; she followed strange scents that brought her to following even more strange scents and then just had to make herself stop before going on another wild-goose-chase.
She sat down on the fake grass and it made her feel ill. Her hands lay in it, grazing the odd surface... it just... Blue wasn't liking it. She wanted to get out of here, but the motive was just a tad too weak.
She should, at the very least, feel happy. After all, she wasn't dead. She could've been swimming around in darkness, cursed with the memories of Darcia. ... but she was more alone than ever. Didn't even have the Old Man's side to be by.
Life was probably laughing.
She wondered if that woman found her friends. Blue probably could've smelled them out.
Content: Blue is wandering. Something is starting to make her uneasy, but she isn't sure what exactly.
Setting: G6 - Jogo da Crianca
Time: Week2, mid-day
Warnings: None.
Maybe that woman was...right. Faye. Sure, this world seemed better than the last, but... was it really Paradise? It couldn't be the after-life. If it was, wouldn't she at least be wolven? Well. As wolven as she got.
Something was starting to get to her. Things didn't feel right.
She made her way around Paixao easily enough; she followed strange scents that brought her to following even more strange scents and then just had to make herself stop before going on another wild-goose-chase.
She sat down on the fake grass and it made her feel ill. Her hands lay in it, grazing the odd surface... it just... Blue wasn't liking it. She wanted to get out of here, but the motive was just a tad too weak.
She should, at the very least, feel happy. After all, she wasn't dead. She could've been swimming around in darkness, cursed with the memories of Darcia. ... but she was more alone than ever. Didn't even have the Old Man's side to be by.
Life was probably laughing.
She wondered if that woman found her friends. Blue probably could've smelled them out.