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paixaorpg2009-02-05 09:29 pm
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Oh, this is just great
Character(s): Karrin Murphy, Cid Highwind, OPEN
Content: On her way to work the Chicago cop ends up somewhere she never expected to
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Week 2, morning
Warnings: none
Karrin was not happy by any stretch of the imagination. She just stared at the little PDA device thing in her hand and then back at the man explaining this place to her. Karrin frowned, brow furrowing as she stored all this information away. This was ridiculous, how the hell did she go from walking to the CPD to walking through a giant gate decorated by two large, very fake trees. She would have blamed Harry, everything told her this was something in his department of weird, but he had been no where NEAR her when it had happened. Was she being targeted again? It could be, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had clued in to her connection to Harry and used it against him.
Finally she sighed, “Alright, so, let me get this straight. You’re telling me you’ve never heard of Chicago and that I’ve somehow wound up in a city with freaking domes over it that randomly does this to a lot of people and that there is no way back to said city you don’t know?” When the man nodded she muttered a curse word, feeling the insane urge to punch this man but knew it wouldn’t do much good, at least she didn’t think it would. She counted to ten in her head, which was supposed to work, right? She reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose, ‘This place better have Advil,’ she thought.
Karrin huffed, “Alright. Can you at least tell me if you know anyone by the name of Harry Dresden here?” The man seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging and saying he didn’t keep track of things like that…though the name Harry sounded familiar. Karrin waved it off, “Thanks. I’d also like to know if this place has a police department of some kind I can get in touch with…or any sort of law enforcement.” When the man gave her a funny look she couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow and then sigh, “You know what…never mind.” At least she had her gun, that was a plus, although that also brought up the question as to whether or not this place even HAD ammunition.
Oh, this was turning out to be a wonderful day indeed…and when she had been heading into work it hadn’t even been 8:30 yet. Some days she really wondered why she didn’t just stay home…
Content: On her way to work the Chicago cop ends up somewhere she never expected to
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Week 2, morning
Warnings: none
Karrin was not happy by any stretch of the imagination. She just stared at the little PDA device thing in her hand and then back at the man explaining this place to her. Karrin frowned, brow furrowing as she stored all this information away. This was ridiculous, how the hell did she go from walking to the CPD to walking through a giant gate decorated by two large, very fake trees. She would have blamed Harry, everything told her this was something in his department of weird, but he had been no where NEAR her when it had happened. Was she being targeted again? It could be, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had clued in to her connection to Harry and used it against him.
Finally she sighed, “Alright, so, let me get this straight. You’re telling me you’ve never heard of Chicago and that I’ve somehow wound up in a city with freaking domes over it that randomly does this to a lot of people and that there is no way back to said city you don’t know?” When the man nodded she muttered a curse word, feeling the insane urge to punch this man but knew it wouldn’t do much good, at least she didn’t think it would. She counted to ten in her head, which was supposed to work, right? She reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose, ‘This place better have Advil,’ she thought.
Karrin huffed, “Alright. Can you at least tell me if you know anyone by the name of Harry Dresden here?” The man seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging and saying he didn’t keep track of things like that…though the name Harry sounded familiar. Karrin waved it off, “Thanks. I’d also like to know if this place has a police department of some kind I can get in touch with…or any sort of law enforcement.” When the man gave her a funny look she couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow and then sigh, “You know what…never mind.” At least she had her gun, that was a plus, although that also brought up the question as to whether or not this place even HAD ammunition.
Oh, this was turning out to be a wonderful day indeed…and when she had been heading into work it hadn’t even been 8:30 yet. Some days she really wondered why she didn’t just stay home…
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But in the end he'd decided that he might as well make the most of the time he had, grabbing Venus Gospel down of its shelf and heading out to see where his feet would take him.
Several minutes and one train ride later, 'where his feet would take him' turned out to be one of the gates. Not too damned surprising, and what the hell he might as well see if anyone new had shown up (with the preference being to someone he knew).