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paixaorpg2007-04-03 08:15 pm
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This isn't good, is it? (Closed and complete)
Character: Jazz Fenton (okay, just Jazz. :P)
Location:Joutenheim Gate
Summary: Jazz, after a traumatic attack, wakes up to find herself in Paixao. Unfortunately, the last thing on her mind is making friends in this strange place that she's almost positive is in the Ghost Zone somewhere.
Warnings: None! Well, maybe some angsting. We'll see what the muse says about that one. XD
It had been an eventful afternoon, all things considered. Granted, the type of eventful was nothing like what she had been planning on. If anything, every single event that had occurred had went the opposite way she had expected. And with nothing left to grasp to except an overwhelming pain and then darkness, Jazz couldn't be bothered to wake up, quite abruptly, what she figured must have been a few hours later.
That she didn't wake up in her bed, well, she had given that as a matter of course. She didn't expect to be left alive, really. Waking up outside of a pair of gates, however? Jazz couldn't imagine a better indication that she had been killed, and she had to pinch herself. Just to check and see if this were all a dream. And the pinch hurt, so it must not have been.
Predictably, there was a line outside of the gates, and with nothing but a heavy heart, Jazz got in line as well. The process was all rather fast, and when she reached the front of the line, her eyes were already red from tears that had fallen down her face. She looked up at the blond haired, blue eyed (and undeniably attractive) gate keeper, ready to answer whatever final question he may have had for her.
"Welcome to Paixao!"
She blinked, and shook herself with a nervous, depressed laugh. "You mean heaven, don't you?" Her shoulders were shaking and she waited for the 'hahaha, you're right, I was just kidding.'
But instead, a rectangular box was pressed into her hands, and the gatekeeper kept on as if she hadn't said anything out of the ordinary. "No, I mean Paixao! Goodness, why on earth would we be in Heaven? We're not dead!"
Jazz could have jumped for joy, then. "We're not b-but, then what is this? Why are you giving me this?"
She felt like a fool for asking because as soon as she took the time to look at it, she realized that the little box was some type of portable computer. A computer that she could perhaps use to get in touch with Danny! And save everyone, maybe? But most of all, she wanted to protect him from that ghost, who still inspired a shiver in her spine.
"A journal! Please, go in, have a look at the brochures, and enjoy your stay at Paixao!"
Location:Joutenheim Gate
Summary: Jazz, after a traumatic attack, wakes up to find herself in Paixao. Unfortunately, the last thing on her mind is making friends in this strange place that she's almost positive is in the Ghost Zone somewhere.
Warnings: None! Well, maybe some angsting. We'll see what the muse says about that one. XD
It had been an eventful afternoon, all things considered. Granted, the type of eventful was nothing like what she had been planning on. If anything, every single event that had occurred had went the opposite way she had expected. And with nothing left to grasp to except an overwhelming pain and then darkness, Jazz couldn't be bothered to wake up, quite abruptly, what she figured must have been a few hours later.
That she didn't wake up in her bed, well, she had given that as a matter of course. She didn't expect to be left alive, really. Waking up outside of a pair of gates, however? Jazz couldn't imagine a better indication that she had been killed, and she had to pinch herself. Just to check and see if this were all a dream. And the pinch hurt, so it must not have been.
Predictably, there was a line outside of the gates, and with nothing but a heavy heart, Jazz got in line as well. The process was all rather fast, and when she reached the front of the line, her eyes were already red from tears that had fallen down her face. She looked up at the blond haired, blue eyed (and undeniably attractive) gate keeper, ready to answer whatever final question he may have had for her.
"Welcome to Paixao!"
She blinked, and shook herself with a nervous, depressed laugh. "You mean heaven, don't you?" Her shoulders were shaking and she waited for the 'hahaha, you're right, I was just kidding.'
But instead, a rectangular box was pressed into her hands, and the gatekeeper kept on as if she hadn't said anything out of the ordinary. "No, I mean Paixao! Goodness, why on earth would we be in Heaven? We're not dead!"
Jazz could have jumped for joy, then. "We're not b-but, then what is this? Why are you giving me this?"
She felt like a fool for asking because as soon as she took the time to look at it, she realized that the little box was some type of portable computer. A computer that she could perhaps use to get in touch with Danny! And save everyone, maybe? But most of all, she wanted to protect him from that ghost, who still inspired a shiver in her spine.
"A journal! Please, go in, have a look at the brochures, and enjoy your stay at Paixao!"