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paixaorpg2007-02-10 04:13 pm
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Entry tags:
Back in the Grey
Characters: Valerie (closed)
Content: Entry Post
Setting: Gates of Vanaheim
Time: Late Morning
It had taken awhile, but Valerie had finally gotten here. She hadn't really felt like running all that time though, so she'd cheated and used her skis. Now that she was here, near people, she could pretend she was normal, although this place definitely looked anything but.
She could deal with the whole Victorian vibe. She’d seen enough school plays. Their English teacher Mr. Lancer was an enthusiast for "broadening student’s minds" about the past. She could even deal with the blond, blue-eyed thing: sticking out wasn’t anything new, and if she was good at anything, it was making herself scarce. It was the vibe around her that was really making her uncomfortable: these people seemed plastic; stale somehow, in a way that would have made Paulina and Dash look like true individuals. What was starting to bug her even more though was she’d just said those names in her mind, but she could barely remember what they were like, or even their appearance. Was she really losing that much perspective, or were people like that so forgettable they barely mattered anymore?
She got to the long line and waited what seemed like ten minutes before she was met by a sour looking woman who looked at her with suspicion. Valerie met her gaze defensively, but all the woman said was, "Name?"
"Valerie Grey," She said. "Like it makes a difference. You get a lot of people that come here out of the blue?"
"Yes," The woman replied, "And they all seem to be just as rude as you too."
"I’ll save my chipper attitude for someone who doesn’t look like they ate a bag of lemons," Valerie replied. "I get a map of this place?"
"And a journal." The lady thrust both in Valerie’s hand, and it was all the courtesy that her dad taught her to refrain from making a rude hand gesture. Instead, she grabbed the journal and map, but only put the journal in her backpack. The map she left in her hands, hoping to use it in a moment, when something happened even she didn’t understand.
Her heart felt warm, like a familiar feeling she had whenever she thought of Danny. What did that mean? Was he here, nearby?
"Get a grip girl," she said to herself, and slowly left the front of the line, paying no attention to the fake trees that marked the entrance to Paixao. She had a lot of walking and thinking to do.
Content: Entry Post
Setting: Gates of Vanaheim
Time: Late Morning
It had taken awhile, but Valerie had finally gotten here. She hadn't really felt like running all that time though, so she'd cheated and used her skis. Now that she was here, near people, she could pretend she was normal, although this place definitely looked anything but.
She could deal with the whole Victorian vibe. She’d seen enough school plays. Their English teacher Mr. Lancer was an enthusiast for "broadening student’s minds" about the past. She could even deal with the blond, blue-eyed thing: sticking out wasn’t anything new, and if she was good at anything, it was making herself scarce. It was the vibe around her that was really making her uncomfortable: these people seemed plastic; stale somehow, in a way that would have made Paulina and Dash look like true individuals. What was starting to bug her even more though was she’d just said those names in her mind, but she could barely remember what they were like, or even their appearance. Was she really losing that much perspective, or were people like that so forgettable they barely mattered anymore?
She got to the long line and waited what seemed like ten minutes before she was met by a sour looking woman who looked at her with suspicion. Valerie met her gaze defensively, but all the woman said was, "Name?"
"Valerie Grey," She said. "Like it makes a difference. You get a lot of people that come here out of the blue?"
"Yes," The woman replied, "And they all seem to be just as rude as you too."
"I’ll save my chipper attitude for someone who doesn’t look like they ate a bag of lemons," Valerie replied. "I get a map of this place?"
"And a journal." The lady thrust both in Valerie’s hand, and it was all the courtesy that her dad taught her to refrain from making a rude hand gesture. Instead, she grabbed the journal and map, but only put the journal in her backpack. The map she left in her hands, hoping to use it in a moment, when something happened even she didn’t understand.
Her heart felt warm, like a familiar feeling she had whenever she thought of Danny. What did that mean? Was he here, nearby?
"Get a grip girl," she said to herself, and slowly left the front of the line, paying no attention to the fake trees that marked the entrance to Paixao. She had a lot of walking and thinking to do.