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paixaorpg2010-04-22 11:22 pm
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Let Sleeping Debutantes Lie [Active/Open]
Character(s): Lottie, open
Content: Miss LaBouff wakes up in a strange land.
Setting: Joutenheim gate.
Time: Evening, Week 20
Warnings: HYSTERICS.
Sleeping peacefully in the grass outside of Paixao, Charlotte LaBouff, otherwise known as Lottie, turned over on her back in a most unladylike position and snorted. One of her ruby red sandals was some feet away and her hair was a mess, but the young woman was blissfully unaware of such atrocity.
"Nah...gonna put up...corn chips..." she muttered, smacking her lips with satisfaction. Awakening slowly, she opened her eyes partway, bleary to everything but the fact that she was looking up at the night sky instead of the tasteful but modern pink of her bedroom. "Mmm?" Blinking a few times, she slowly sat up, lips pursed as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.
Some ways away, two giant statues stood guard over an entrance into what looked like the biggest building with a domed roof she'd ever seen. A small group of people had lined up as if waiting their turn to enter. "Oh, my..." she said softly, fully awake now and growing more alarmed by the second.
She pushed herself off the grass and stood shakily, unconsciously fixing her hair as she headed to her discarded shoe. "I...I gotta think about this, now..." Lottie whispered to herself, patting the carefully curled locks of her hair back into place, staring at her shoe as if it would give her any answers. She was dreaming, right? Had to be! There could be no other explanation! But...she surely felt wide awake. No, like it or not...this was real. Somehow.
Lottie swallowed a whimper of uncertainty and headed toward the entrance, trying not to let her fear show on her face. A lady had to be calm and together under any circumstance, after all! Unfortunately, she never did have a decent poker face and now, her wide, expressive eyes were like the eyes of a frightened deer. Standing in line, she fiddled with her fingers, hopping on one foot and then the other, peering around and over the people ahead of her until it was finally her turn.
She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting from the person who handed her what looked like a brochure for a vacationer and some fancy, sleek machine, but she got even less. Despite all attempts to get any kind of answer from the man, he dismissed her completely. She briefly considered using the clout of her family name, but she was too shocked at the situation unfolding that she meekly entered the city instead, papers and journal clutched over her heart like a shield.
Content: Miss LaBouff wakes up in a strange land.
Setting: Joutenheim gate.
Time: Evening, Week 20
Warnings: HYSTERICS.
Sleeping peacefully in the grass outside of Paixao, Charlotte LaBouff, otherwise known as Lottie, turned over on her back in a most unladylike position and snorted. One of her ruby red sandals was some feet away and her hair was a mess, but the young woman was blissfully unaware of such atrocity.
"Nah...gonna put up...corn chips..." she muttered, smacking her lips with satisfaction. Awakening slowly, she opened her eyes partway, bleary to everything but the fact that she was looking up at the night sky instead of the tasteful but modern pink of her bedroom. "Mmm?" Blinking a few times, she slowly sat up, lips pursed as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.
Some ways away, two giant statues stood guard over an entrance into what looked like the biggest building with a domed roof she'd ever seen. A small group of people had lined up as if waiting their turn to enter. "Oh, my..." she said softly, fully awake now and growing more alarmed by the second.
She pushed herself off the grass and stood shakily, unconsciously fixing her hair as she headed to her discarded shoe. "I...I gotta think about this, now..." Lottie whispered to herself, patting the carefully curled locks of her hair back into place, staring at her shoe as if it would give her any answers. She was dreaming, right? Had to be! There could be no other explanation! But...she surely felt wide awake. No, like it or not...this was real. Somehow.
Lottie swallowed a whimper of uncertainty and headed toward the entrance, trying not to let her fear show on her face. A lady had to be calm and together under any circumstance, after all! Unfortunately, she never did have a decent poker face and now, her wide, expressive eyes were like the eyes of a frightened deer. Standing in line, she fiddled with her fingers, hopping on one foot and then the other, peering around and over the people ahead of her until it was finally her turn.
She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting from the person who handed her what looked like a brochure for a vacationer and some fancy, sleek machine, but she got even less. Despite all attempts to get any kind of answer from the man, he dismissed her completely. She briefly considered using the clout of her family name, but she was too shocked at the situation unfolding that she meekly entered the city instead, papers and journal clutched over her heart like a shield.