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mayfield_rpg2012-02-22 10:30 pm
caketiers) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-22 10:30 pm
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01 [ phone | action for 1768 beaver ]
[A teenage girl awakens in a bedroom in 1768 Beaver Street. Her first thoughts are to immediately berate herself for many stupid things which she said yesterday. Stupid stupid stupid! Sigh. Fortunately, she manages to pull herself together enough to examine her unfamiliar surroundings. After some rumination, she reaches two clear conclusions: one, that it is definitely not her bedroom, and two, that she has been the subject of a kidnapping, or perhaps a very poor assassination attempt.
Teenage drama, as all-consuming as it is, will have to be pushed to the wayside for now. There is a mystery to be solved.
Upon examination, there doesn't appear to be any safes or arms to speak of in the room. As to be expected of a proper kidnapping. In fact, it's the most generically non-descript bedroom she's ever encountered.
To her great surprise, the door is unlocked, and so she ventures out into the hall, descending the stairs in an extremely stealthy fashion.
She emerges into a deserted living room, and casts a critical eye around.]
Hmmmm. You would think that kidnappers would take more steps to secure their hideout! Either that, or Prospit has undergone a substantial amount of remodeling while I've been gone.
[There's a pause as she crosses the room to the window and peeks out. A strange town. Identical houses. A great deal of unfamiliar people.]
Okay. This is a lot stranger than I expected. It would probably be in my best interests to figure out what's really going on here.
[She makes towards the door, but stops when she realizes she's still in the outfit she woke up in.]
I suppose that first, I should probably put on something that isn't pajamas.
[Oh no, the teenage drama thoughts are back.]
...Eeuugh, Jane, you are so stupid!
[Presently, she notices that the phone is off the hook. A inclination toward organization leads her to go over and replace it in its proper place.]
Teenage drama, as all-consuming as it is, will have to be pushed to the wayside for now. There is a mystery to be solved.
Upon examination, there doesn't appear to be any safes or arms to speak of in the room. As to be expected of a proper kidnapping. In fact, it's the most generically non-descript bedroom she's ever encountered.
To her great surprise, the door is unlocked, and so she ventures out into the hall, descending the stairs in an extremely stealthy fashion.
She emerges into a deserted living room, and casts a critical eye around.]
Hmmmm. You would think that kidnappers would take more steps to secure their hideout! Either that, or Prospit has undergone a substantial amount of remodeling while I've been gone.
[There's a pause as she crosses the room to the window and peeks out. A strange town. Identical houses. A great deal of unfamiliar people.]
Okay. This is a lot stranger than I expected. It would probably be in my best interests to figure out what's really going on here.
[She makes towards the door, but stops when she realizes she's still in the outfit she woke up in.]
I suppose that first, I should probably put on something that isn't pajamas.
[Oh no, the teenage drama thoughts are back.]
...Eeuugh, Jane, you are so stupid!
[Presently, she notices that the phone is off the hook. A inclination toward organization leads her to go over and replace it in its proper place.]