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paixaorpg2006-10-14 11:07 pm
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Character(s): Dante, The Prince
Content: A trip to find a hotel gone awry?
Setting: Estale a Cereja
Time: Week 3, evening
Warnings: Prince and Dante end up at Estales. Need I say more?
Thanks to an easily distracted mind, The Prince was feeling much better over the course of the walk. Now that he was away from all those people staring at him, he could blissfully forget (or at the very least try to.) the trouble he had caused.
Still, he was more reserved than usual. He didn't skip along the streets or make exclamations about this or that fabulous thing that everyone had to know about. In fact, he was quite calm now, with only the slightest jolt going into his step as he saw something exciting. But he would not yell out! No! Because he was a good Prince and good Princes didn't yell or shout and oohh, look at that! No. He wouldn't tell Dante about it. He would not! Probably.
Without realizing it, The Prince had stopped to stare through a shop window. Suddenly, a large sound came from his... stomach? Ah, The Prince really should have eaten more than just that piece of fruit! Now he was just so very hungry. Fear was an awful thing: It made him lose his appetite at first, and then be even hungrier later. The Prince did so hope that they made it too wherever they were going soon. He so wanted something to eat!
The signs on the window were very strange. The Prince understood some of the words like "toy" but most were completely foreign to him. He was just about to walk away when he saw the word "flavored." Ah, they must have food! he thought. He didn't even bother to read what the rest of it said. He was already on his way inside the door. A sad case of upbringing; he was never taught to read long enough. He didn't even think about where Dante was at this moment.
Content: A trip to find a hotel gone awry?
Setting: Estale a Cereja
Time: Week 3, evening
Warnings: Prince and Dante end up at Estales. Need I say more?
Thanks to an easily distracted mind, The Prince was feeling much better over the course of the walk. Now that he was away from all those people staring at him, he could blissfully forget (or at the very least try to.) the trouble he had caused.
Still, he was more reserved than usual. He didn't skip along the streets or make exclamations about this or that fabulous thing that everyone had to know about. In fact, he was quite calm now, with only the slightest jolt going into his step as he saw something exciting. But he would not yell out! No! Because he was a good Prince and good Princes didn't yell or shout and oohh, look at that! No. He wouldn't tell Dante about it. He would not! Probably.
Without realizing it, The Prince had stopped to stare through a shop window. Suddenly, a large sound came from his... stomach? Ah, The Prince really should have eaten more than just that piece of fruit! Now he was just so very hungry. Fear was an awful thing: It made him lose his appetite at first, and then be even hungrier later. The Prince did so hope that they made it too wherever they were going soon. He so wanted something to eat!
The signs on the window were very strange. The Prince understood some of the words like "toy" but most were completely foreign to him. He was just about to walk away when he saw the word "flavored." Ah, they must have food! he thought. He didn't even bother to read what the rest of it said. He was already on his way inside the door. A sad case of upbringing; he was never taught to read long enough. He didn't even think about where Dante was at this moment.