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mayfield_rpg2012-03-18 01:19 am
imaginarynumber) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-03-18 01:19 am
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A. 2235 Stevens Road//Locked to Housemates:
[Footsteps, the kind so careful yet erratic that you'd be hard pressed to expect it to be that of a drone. There's a new resident in the house in the form of a short, ebon haired young lady. She looks...curious, very confused, and a little upset. Kind of fragile, like a moving piece of glass. She's making a point to leave no nook or cranny uninvestigated. It's all she was taught to do, anyway. And what else could she do in a situation like this? What's even going on...? She should be...]
B. Around Town:
[Reconnaissance! Sort of. Well, okay, she was feeling a bit out of place. Even though she's been to tons of different worlds, she was never so...disconnected. What kind of place is this? Why is she here? What happened to the Organization? Is Sora okay? It's all so confusing...what else is she supposed to do?
So she strolls leisurely down the avenues in these strange clothes, tracing her fingers across the streets and sidewalks. Checking out the layout of the different buildings. Anything that could give her a clue about what kind of a town this was. The routine is almost nostalgic, back to when things were simple. She gets a little lost in it, and looks completely distant. Any attempt at stealth is annihilated by the absence of a black hooded cloak. With clothes like this, you stick out like a sore thumb no matter what you're doing.]
C. The Park:
[Xion is sitting quietly on a bench, soaking up this unfamiliar environment. Her neck is sunk into a perpetual arch, gaze fixed squarely on her shoes. Everything she'd gone through before here was a lot to process. Too much, almost. The girl stares forlornly into the laces of her shoes. Thinking. Contemplating. Wondering. Daydreaming.
And waiting to be pulled back into this new reality.]
[Footsteps, the kind so careful yet erratic that you'd be hard pressed to expect it to be that of a drone. There's a new resident in the house in the form of a short, ebon haired young lady. She looks...curious, very confused, and a little upset. Kind of fragile, like a moving piece of glass. She's making a point to leave no nook or cranny uninvestigated. It's all she was taught to do, anyway. And what else could she do in a situation like this? What's even going on...? She should be...]
B. Around Town:
[Reconnaissance! Sort of. Well, okay, she was feeling a bit out of place. Even though she's been to tons of different worlds, she was never so...disconnected. What kind of place is this? Why is she here? What happened to the Organization? Is Sora okay? It's all so confusing...what else is she supposed to do?
So she strolls leisurely down the avenues in these strange clothes, tracing her fingers across the streets and sidewalks. Checking out the layout of the different buildings. Anything that could give her a clue about what kind of a town this was. The routine is almost nostalgic, back to when things were simple. She gets a little lost in it, and looks completely distant. Any attempt at stealth is annihilated by the absence of a black hooded cloak. With clothes like this, you stick out like a sore thumb no matter what you're doing.]
C. The Park:
[Xion is sitting quietly on a bench, soaking up this unfamiliar environment. Her neck is sunk into a perpetual arch, gaze fixed squarely on her shoes. Everything she'd gone through before here was a lot to process. Too much, almost. The girl stares forlornly into the laces of her shoes. Thinking. Contemplating. Wondering. Daydreaming.
And waiting to be pulled back into this new reality.]