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paixaorpg2006-04-10 10:28 am
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New Arrival [Closed]
Character(s): Olette, anyone who cares to join in.
Content: Olette comes to Paixao, and meets who-knows-what/who/nobody.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate [F3]
Time: Saturday morning
Warnings: None
Funny. Olette had expected dying to hurt a LOT more, especially when it involved falling off of the Station Tower. And yet, she found herself with only a mild stinging sensation on her cheek and hands where they were pressed into the... dirt? There hadn't been any dirt at the bottom of the tower, only concrete.... She opened one clenched green eye carefully, only to find herself staring at the bottom of what looked for be a huge tree. She blinked a few times and carefully pushed herself off of the ground and sat back, inspecting her stinging hands for cuts. Finding nothing but a bunch of dirt, she looked back up at the tree and was surprised to find that there were TWO of them, which stood guard over some kind of gate. She cocked her head slightly and stared at them, transfixed. They were pretty, yes, but something didn't seem right. She stood up, brushing the dirt off of herself, and was again struck with the question 'Am I dead?'
She paused at looked down at her hands. She flexed them, just to make sure they were still in working order. 'Well, I'm not transparent or anything....' She turned her gaze to the large line of people passing under the trees. 'None of them are transparent either. Maybe I'm NOT dead. But how did I survive that? Confused and perplexed, she looked up as if expecting to see the Station Tower still looming above her. No such luck, but she couldn't help but think that she actually felt a little BETTER that she couldn't see the huge building she had been falling off of just moments before.
'But if I'm not dead, then where am I?' Her train of thought was broken off by a shiver. It was freezing cold out there. 'It was September back home.... Must have different time zones or something.' Suddenly something clicked in her head, and she looked up at the sky again. "Hey, it's not twilight!" The moment these words escaped her mouth, she closed it tightly, embarassed slightly. She'd heard about other times of day in school, as a myth, but had never actually experienced them. "Wow...." she said, awed as she looked up at the sky. It reminded her of someone, but she couldn't quite put her finger on who. 'Sora? No, not Sora. But someone like him.' Suddenly her head gave a very violent throb and placed a hand to it, only to find that the pain had disappeared as quickly as it had come.
'Better try not to think about it too much. First order of business: Get in that line! Don't wanna freeze to death.' Feeling slightly better now that she had at least the beginnings of a game-plan, she got into the back of the line and waited patiently. She spent most of the time fidgeting and trying very very hard to keep warm, wishing she had worn a sleeveless shirt and capris. At least she wasn't wearing ankle socks. She played with her bracelet, trying to keep herself occupied and distracted from the freezing cold. For the most part she kept her eyes down and minded her own business, but when she passed by the trees she couldn't help but look up. 'Something IS really wrong with those trees.' Olette fought off the urge to walk closer to them. 'Maybe I'll go check it out later.' As she was looking back down from the trees, she realized something; it seemed most, if not all of the people around here seemed to have blonde hair and blue eyes.
'Hey, just like--' "Ow!" Her head gave another unpleasant throb. 'What was I thinking about again?' She rubbed at her head until she reached the front of the line.
"Name?"
"O-Ol-lette." Her teeth chattered slightly from the cold. "Ol-lette --" she paused, her small mouth hanging open. Why couldn't she remember her own name?!
"Welcome to Paixao." Before she could ask where exactly that was, she was pressed forwards by the people in line behind her, handed some kind of little orange square, and shoved out onto the street. She looked around warily at the buildings and was appeared to be some kind of hotel down the street. She unconciously held onto the little square tightly, as though it were some kind of security blanket, or some kind of defense against this strange world. After walking towards the building that appeared to be a hotel in a kind of daze, a chill wind reminded her that she was freezing and brought her out of her stupor.
'How can it be this cold inside a dome? Whatever, gotta find shelter!' This became the first thing on her unofficial to-do list. She sat down, her back resting against a wall, shielded by a few empty boxes; it was better than nothing, and she didn't exactly like the looks of the alleys. With a rather unhappy sigh, she looked down at the little orange square in her arms as though seeing it for the first time. Noticing the latch, she opened it carefully. So it was some kind of computer. She opened it all the way, and after a bit of fiddling with it managed to find a map. This place was, judging by the map, nothing like she'd ever seen. She shut the little square with a sigh and looked down at it. "Well, at least it's orange." she said aloud, trying to cheer herself up. 'Orange is a happy color. And hey, maybe Hayner and Pence and--.... That... other kid...' The sudden throb of pain wasn't as bad this time, but she felt more than a little guilty that she seemed to be forgetting someone. 'and.... Hey, maybe Sora and Kairi are here too! Maybe if I'm lucky, Donald and Goofy and the King are here!' A hopeful little smile stretched its way onto her face and she opened the little orange square up again. After looking around for a while (and being VERY thankful she'd spent so much time looking over Pence's shoulder when he did stuff like that) she managed to find some kind of message board and left a message there to see if anyone she knew was in Paixao.
She was about to add it when she realized it would probably be wise to get a job as well; she had a nasty hunch that she'd be here a while, and even if they DID accept Munny here, it wouldn't last forever. After typing a little ad and fussing with it until she was satisfied, she posted it and closed the little journal to await a response. She looked up and let her head rest against the wall as she observed the scenery. There were plants here and there, but they seemed just as strange as the trees. Olette stood and walked over to a small flower, trying very hard to ignore the fact that she was shivering from head to toe. She leaned down and looked at the little plant more closely, and was surprised to find that it was certainly not any kind of flower she'd ever seen. She took a little sniff and was surprised to find that the only thing she could smell was the faint orange-y scent of the lotion she always wore. Unnerved, she walked back to her spot next to the boxes and sat down again, curling into a little ball and resting her chin on her knees, wishing it wasn't so cold.
((OOC: P.S. Sorry if I did the tags wrong; still getting used to RPing on LJ ))
Content: Olette comes to Paixao, and meets who-knows-what/who/nobody.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate [F3]
Time: Saturday morning
Warnings: None
Funny. Olette had expected dying to hurt a LOT more, especially when it involved falling off of the Station Tower. And yet, she found herself with only a mild stinging sensation on her cheek and hands where they were pressed into the... dirt? There hadn't been any dirt at the bottom of the tower, only concrete.... She opened one clenched green eye carefully, only to find herself staring at the bottom of what looked for be a huge tree. She blinked a few times and carefully pushed herself off of the ground and sat back, inspecting her stinging hands for cuts. Finding nothing but a bunch of dirt, she looked back up at the tree and was surprised to find that there were TWO of them, which stood guard over some kind of gate. She cocked her head slightly and stared at them, transfixed. They were pretty, yes, but something didn't seem right. She stood up, brushing the dirt off of herself, and was again struck with the question 'Am I dead?'
She paused at looked down at her hands. She flexed them, just to make sure they were still in working order. 'Well, I'm not transparent or anything....' She turned her gaze to the large line of people passing under the trees. 'None of them are transparent either. Maybe I'm NOT dead. But how did I survive that? Confused and perplexed, she looked up as if expecting to see the Station Tower still looming above her. No such luck, but she couldn't help but think that she actually felt a little BETTER that she couldn't see the huge building she had been falling off of just moments before.
'But if I'm not dead, then where am I?' Her train of thought was broken off by a shiver. It was freezing cold out there. 'It was September back home.... Must have different time zones or something.' Suddenly something clicked in her head, and she looked up at the sky again. "Hey, it's not twilight!" The moment these words escaped her mouth, she closed it tightly, embarassed slightly. She'd heard about other times of day in school, as a myth, but had never actually experienced them. "Wow...." she said, awed as she looked up at the sky. It reminded her of someone, but she couldn't quite put her finger on who. 'Sora? No, not Sora. But someone like him.' Suddenly her head gave a very violent throb and placed a hand to it, only to find that the pain had disappeared as quickly as it had come.
'Better try not to think about it too much. First order of business: Get in that line! Don't wanna freeze to death.' Feeling slightly better now that she had at least the beginnings of a game-plan, she got into the back of the line and waited patiently. She spent most of the time fidgeting and trying very very hard to keep warm, wishing she had worn a sleeveless shirt and capris. At least she wasn't wearing ankle socks. She played with her bracelet, trying to keep herself occupied and distracted from the freezing cold. For the most part she kept her eyes down and minded her own business, but when she passed by the trees she couldn't help but look up. 'Something IS really wrong with those trees.' Olette fought off the urge to walk closer to them. 'Maybe I'll go check it out later.' As she was looking back down from the trees, she realized something; it seemed most, if not all of the people around here seemed to have blonde hair and blue eyes.
'Hey, just like--' "Ow!" Her head gave another unpleasant throb. 'What was I thinking about again?' She rubbed at her head until she reached the front of the line.
"Name?"
"O-Ol-lette." Her teeth chattered slightly from the cold. "Ol-lette --" she paused, her small mouth hanging open. Why couldn't she remember her own name?!
"Welcome to Paixao." Before she could ask where exactly that was, she was pressed forwards by the people in line behind her, handed some kind of little orange square, and shoved out onto the street. She looked around warily at the buildings and was appeared to be some kind of hotel down the street. She unconciously held onto the little square tightly, as though it were some kind of security blanket, or some kind of defense against this strange world. After walking towards the building that appeared to be a hotel in a kind of daze, a chill wind reminded her that she was freezing and brought her out of her stupor.
'How can it be this cold inside a dome? Whatever, gotta find shelter!' This became the first thing on her unofficial to-do list. She sat down, her back resting against a wall, shielded by a few empty boxes; it was better than nothing, and she didn't exactly like the looks of the alleys. With a rather unhappy sigh, she looked down at the little orange square in her arms as though seeing it for the first time. Noticing the latch, she opened it carefully. So it was some kind of computer. She opened it all the way, and after a bit of fiddling with it managed to find a map. This place was, judging by the map, nothing like she'd ever seen. She shut the little square with a sigh and looked down at it. "Well, at least it's orange." she said aloud, trying to cheer herself up. 'Orange is a happy color. And hey, maybe Hayner and Pence and--.... That... other kid...' The sudden throb of pain wasn't as bad this time, but she felt more than a little guilty that she seemed to be forgetting someone. 'and.... Hey, maybe Sora and Kairi are here too! Maybe if I'm lucky, Donald and Goofy and the King are here!' A hopeful little smile stretched its way onto her face and she opened the little orange square up again. After looking around for a while (and being VERY thankful she'd spent so much time looking over Pence's shoulder when he did stuff like that) she managed to find some kind of message board and left a message there to see if anyone she knew was in Paixao.
She was about to add it when she realized it would probably be wise to get a job as well; she had a nasty hunch that she'd be here a while, and even if they DID accept Munny here, it wouldn't last forever. After typing a little ad and fussing with it until she was satisfied, she posted it and closed the little journal to await a response. She looked up and let her head rest against the wall as she observed the scenery. There were plants here and there, but they seemed just as strange as the trees. Olette stood and walked over to a small flower, trying very hard to ignore the fact that she was shivering from head to toe. She leaned down and looked at the little plant more closely, and was surprised to find that it was certainly not any kind of flower she'd ever seen. She took a little sniff and was surprised to find that the only thing she could smell was the faint orange-y scent of the lotion she always wore. Unnerved, she walked back to her spot next to the boxes and sat down again, curling into a little ball and resting her chin on her knees, wishing it wasn't so cold.
((OOC: P.S. Sorry if I did the tags wrong; still getting used to RPing on LJ ))
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