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paixaorpg2011-01-10 05:38 pm
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you're runnin' wild, it's true. [ complete ]
Character(s): Bullseye & OPEN.
Content: Yet another arrival in the city.
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Week 28, Mid-morning
Warnings: Pfft, yeah right.
Near the entrance, the toy lay just inside of the large gate. Since there were others near by, he had seized up -- stopping all movement. He laid like there for quite some time, perhaps a few hours, hoping the people would disperse so that he could at least have the chance to assess the situation. However, once it seemed like the line began to ease up, a young woman approached him.
"Aren't you going to come in?" she asked flatly.
Bullseye remained still.
The woman frowned. Leaning down to place what looked like a small computer beside him.
"Well, when you decide to, that item is yours."
And she left.
Why... had she been talking to him? Almost as if she somehow knew --
When he was sure the coast was clear, he slowly rose to all fours, and started towards an area of tall, synthetic grass. At least then he could move a little more freely, as he pushed the small compact forward with a nudge.
What a morning this had been. Somehow, he needed to find a way back to the others -- and Bonnie.
Content: Yet another arrival in the city.
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Week 28, Mid-morning
Warnings: Pfft, yeah right.
Near the entrance, the toy lay just inside of the large gate. Since there were others near by, he had seized up -- stopping all movement. He laid like there for quite some time, perhaps a few hours, hoping the people would disperse so that he could at least have the chance to assess the situation. However, once it seemed like the line began to ease up, a young woman approached him.
"Aren't you going to come in?" she asked flatly.
Bullseye remained still.
The woman frowned. Leaning down to place what looked like a small computer beside him.
"Well, when you decide to, that item is yours."
And she left.
Why... had she been talking to him? Almost as if she somehow knew --
When he was sure the coast was clear, he slowly rose to all fours, and started towards an area of tall, synthetic grass. At least then he could move a little more freely, as he pushed the small compact forward with a nudge.
What a morning this had been. Somehow, he needed to find a way back to the others -- and Bonnie.