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paixaorpg2006-01-23 08:59 am
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'cause they're playing my song on the radio... [closed/complete]
Character(s): Rinoa, Tamao, Yuuko and anyone else who wants to join.
Content: Entering through Joutenheim.
Setting: Just inside the Joutenheim gates.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None.
Rinoa had been waiting in line for days upon days upon days. It seemed time was endless in this realm, wherever this realm was. The raven-haired teen felt like she was going to just keel over from the boredom that was plaguing her. In truth, Rinoa had only been waiting for about an hour at most, she just liked to exaggerate.
It was getting harder and harder to keep her mind from straying to the most current events in her life as her attention began to waver. Her mother's death hadn't quite sunk in yet; Rinoa was living in a fantasy, mind clouded by doubt and confusion. She couldn't accept the fact that she was alone now. Her usual confidence was subdued and she stood, one arm crossed behind her back, hand grasped onto her other arm.
How had she got there? One minute she was standing in the living room, staring down a yellow-eyed monster and the next she 'awoke' in this place, stuck in a seemingly endless line. 'Maybe I'm just dreaming and I'll wake up... I really hope I wake up soon...' She thought to herself, kicking at the ground lightly.
Suddenly, Rinoa was ushered forward; she had reached the front of the line. 'Way to pay attention Rin...' She chided herself, looking up at the figure before her, feigning a smile. The man in the booth didn't return the expression and merely stared at her, speaking in a gruff tone.
"Name?"
Rinoa blinked then frowned slightly, 'I guess that's what I get for being nice...' She thought, tightening her grip on her arm slightly.
"Rinoa Heartilly." She said. At the last second, she had decided to use her mother's maiden name instead of her good-for-nothing father's. Besides, Heartilly sounded better than Caraway anyway. The man in the booth nodded and handed her a blue object before waving his hand and calling out to the next in line.
Rinoa glanced down at the object in her hands, brows furrowing in confusion. It would probably be explained later, she concluded. Taking a deep breath, the raven-haired teen walked into the gates, the clicking of her boots fading as she disappeared into the crowd.
Paixao was huge. The large domes which Rinoa had seen from the outside seemed even bigger now, suspended over the city and hiding it from the world. Rain trickled down from the painted ceiling and, at first glance, it seemed the clouds were real; it was a wet day in Paixao. A fridged breeze danced through the streets and into the unfortunate souls caught out in the winter weather.
Rinoa, being a new arrival, had no warm clothes to change into nor did she know where to look for any. Her gaze drifted over the cobblestone street, looking for any tell-tale sign of a hotel or any other housing establishment. Rinoa soon concluded that she was in the 'Upper Class' area of Paixao after noting the amount of richly-dressed citizens walking around in the streets; the prices in the shops added to this notion as well…
Rinoa sighed. She was alone, confused and cold. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she would run into someone who would give her some directions or even some advice. Who knew what characters she could run into here...
Content: Entering through Joutenheim.
Setting: Just inside the Joutenheim gates.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None.
Rinoa had been waiting in line for days upon days upon days. It seemed time was endless in this realm, wherever this realm was. The raven-haired teen felt like she was going to just keel over from the boredom that was plaguing her. In truth, Rinoa had only been waiting for about an hour at most, she just liked to exaggerate.
It was getting harder and harder to keep her mind from straying to the most current events in her life as her attention began to waver. Her mother's death hadn't quite sunk in yet; Rinoa was living in a fantasy, mind clouded by doubt and confusion. She couldn't accept the fact that she was alone now. Her usual confidence was subdued and she stood, one arm crossed behind her back, hand grasped onto her other arm.
How had she got there? One minute she was standing in the living room, staring down a yellow-eyed monster and the next she 'awoke' in this place, stuck in a seemingly endless line. 'Maybe I'm just dreaming and I'll wake up... I really hope I wake up soon...' She thought to herself, kicking at the ground lightly.
Suddenly, Rinoa was ushered forward; she had reached the front of the line. 'Way to pay attention Rin...' She chided herself, looking up at the figure before her, feigning a smile. The man in the booth didn't return the expression and merely stared at her, speaking in a gruff tone.
"Name?"
Rinoa blinked then frowned slightly, 'I guess that's what I get for being nice...' She thought, tightening her grip on her arm slightly.
"Rinoa Heartilly." She said. At the last second, she had decided to use her mother's maiden name instead of her good-for-nothing father's. Besides, Heartilly sounded better than Caraway anyway. The man in the booth nodded and handed her a blue object before waving his hand and calling out to the next in line.
Rinoa glanced down at the object in her hands, brows furrowing in confusion. It would probably be explained later, she concluded. Taking a deep breath, the raven-haired teen walked into the gates, the clicking of her boots fading as she disappeared into the crowd.
Paixao was huge. The large domes which Rinoa had seen from the outside seemed even bigger now, suspended over the city and hiding it from the world. Rain trickled down from the painted ceiling and, at first glance, it seemed the clouds were real; it was a wet day in Paixao. A fridged breeze danced through the streets and into the unfortunate souls caught out in the winter weather.
Rinoa, being a new arrival, had no warm clothes to change into nor did she know where to look for any. Her gaze drifted over the cobblestone street, looking for any tell-tale sign of a hotel or any other housing establishment. Rinoa soon concluded that she was in the 'Upper Class' area of Paixao after noting the amount of richly-dressed citizens walking around in the streets; the prices in the shops added to this notion as well…
Rinoa sighed. She was alone, confused and cold. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she would run into someone who would give her some directions or even some advice. Who knew what characters she could run into here...
Re: First Half to Rinoa, Second To Tamao