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mayfield_rpg2012-02-09 10:14 am
tomatatas) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-09 10:14 am
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Uno ๑ Action
A: Action; 750 Partridge Drive - Morning
[When Romana gets up she's expecting just another day. Another day with the drones of Wy and Seborga staring at her blankly, acting nothing like their usual selves, of tripping over the menagerie of animals Australia's acquired, of trying to live some kind strange half life. She's been away from home for so long, more than a year and she misses it. Misses her sister, misses her people, misses hearing her language spoken all around her, drinking good coffee she hasn't made herself and trying new pastries from the bakery down the road. She even misses paperwork, and screaming meetings that go nowhere. She misses home.
The day starts to turn to the different as she goes down stairs. On whim she checks the front door, blinking in surprise at the small pile of parcels. That's right, it's been months since this place had given her anything from home and slowly she checks the labels, only picking up a package when she knows it's hers.
The first is an outfit, small and delicate, clearly old but still looked after. Her first court dress, that Spain got especially for her to be introduced to royals and nobles. Dress, corset, stockings, shoes and the few jewels she had and even her hair ribbons, they're all there. And so a lump begins to build in Romana's throat, even as she moves on. A bible, the one she got in the 16th century. A fencing sword, a fine polished silver with small red gems, the one Spain got for her when Romana demanded to be taught to fight. They're all Spain's gifts and suddenly Romana can't help it she can feel the tears start to come. She misses her so much, almost as much as she misses Venezia.
It's with tears that she pries open the last parcel, a large wooden box, wondering what last heartbreaking gift she'll get. She doesn't see the airholes, doesn't hear the scratch of claws on wood so when the wolf leaps out of the open box she's taken completely by surprise, falling backwards. And then she has a lapful of wolf and she's crying happy tears, recognising her gift straight away. Lupa licks her cheeks and Romana can't help it she clings to the animal, feeling more and more like the little girl she once more now that she has her first protector.
If anyone was to walk past or come out of the house they'd spot her easily, laughing and crying and clinging to a small female wolf, whose squirming against her, trying to find what's wrong. It all probably looks like an attack though, from the wrong view]
B: Action; The Butcher Shop - Afternoon
[Having calmed down eventually Romana did go on with her day. First thing was first though. She had to get something for Lupa to eat, and so it's easy to find her at the butchers, buying a ton of raw meat. Lupa sits outside, patiently waiting for her mistress though watching everyone carefully.]
[When Romana gets up she's expecting just another day. Another day with the drones of Wy and Seborga staring at her blankly, acting nothing like their usual selves, of tripping over the menagerie of animals Australia's acquired, of trying to live some kind strange half life. She's been away from home for so long, more than a year and she misses it. Misses her sister, misses her people, misses hearing her language spoken all around her, drinking good coffee she hasn't made herself and trying new pastries from the bakery down the road. She even misses paperwork, and screaming meetings that go nowhere. She misses home.
The day starts to turn to the different as she goes down stairs. On whim she checks the front door, blinking in surprise at the small pile of parcels. That's right, it's been months since this place had given her anything from home and slowly she checks the labels, only picking up a package when she knows it's hers.
The first is an outfit, small and delicate, clearly old but still looked after. Her first court dress, that Spain got especially for her to be introduced to royals and nobles. Dress, corset, stockings, shoes and the few jewels she had and even her hair ribbons, they're all there. And so a lump begins to build in Romana's throat, even as she moves on. A bible, the one she got in the 16th century. A fencing sword, a fine polished silver with small red gems, the one Spain got for her when Romana demanded to be taught to fight. They're all Spain's gifts and suddenly Romana can't help it she can feel the tears start to come. She misses her so much, almost as much as she misses Venezia.
It's with tears that she pries open the last parcel, a large wooden box, wondering what last heartbreaking gift she'll get. She doesn't see the airholes, doesn't hear the scratch of claws on wood so when the wolf leaps out of the open box she's taken completely by surprise, falling backwards. And then she has a lapful of wolf and she's crying happy tears, recognising her gift straight away. Lupa licks her cheeks and Romana can't help it she clings to the animal, feeling more and more like the little girl she once more now that she has her first protector.
If anyone was to walk past or come out of the house they'd spot her easily, laughing and crying and clinging to a small female wolf, whose squirming against her, trying to find what's wrong. It all probably looks like an attack though, from the wrong view]
B: Action; The Butcher Shop - Afternoon
[Having calmed down eventually Romana did go on with her day. First thing was first though. She had to get something for Lupa to eat, and so it's easy to find her at the butchers, buying a ton of raw meat. Lupa sits outside, patiently waiting for her mistress though watching everyone carefully.]