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mayfield_rpg2012-05-27 10:13 pm
daughterofchaos) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-27 10:13 pm
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[WELP ever since her unfortunate regain the Fair Lady hasn't really been feeling very fair. It's been centuries since her spider half was actually alive and she was capable of seeing what it looks like; being reminded of the monstrosity that's replaced her legs and torso has left her feeling more than a little self-conscious.
When she has left the house, it's been to fetch groceries or to attend school, and she always leaves when it's dark and not many people are around. Her days at school are spent hiding in the girls' bathroom, her spider half crammed inside a tiny stall. She's afraid of what the other real citizens would think of her, of course, but she's also afraid of the drones: what might they do, to see such an abomination in the midst of their perfect town? Quelaan doesn't want to find out.
Even still, the loneliness is becoming unbearable. She's spent centuries in silence and darkness, only to be dropped into a world of light and sound upon arrival in Mayfield. She craves conversation, noise, interaction, and eventually that craving is enough to overcome her fear.
So, today Quelaan can be found...]
[A. ...at the high school, tentatively stepping out of the bathroom while classes are in session. As far as she knows, the halls are empty, but even exposing herself this much has left her on edge. Her spider half stretches its legs, enjoying its reprieve from the bathroom stall.
She jumps a little when the bell rings and the classroom doors fly open, and a look of terror crosses her face. The drone children mill about her, going to their lockers and chatting in their cheerful monotone. Not a one of them shrieks or gasps at the sight of the teenage girl with a giant arachnid for a torso. In fact, one of them even smiles and waves at her, saying "Hi Quelaan!"
The Fair Lady looks absolutely confused, and murmurs to herself.]
Have they no fear of anything...?
[B. ...at the park, in a bit of a dilemma. Some jackass has been letting his dogs run around unleashed, and naturally they've been roaming around the entire park. One of them has run right up to Quelaan, yapping excitedly and sniffing at her legs. Needless to say, her spider half is less than pleased, and it appears to be on the verge of attacking. Quelaan is trying to calm her lower self down and shoo the dog away, with little success.]
No! You mustn't... please, pup, begone! 'tis not safe...!
[Help the poor girl out?]
[C. ...in the forest on the outskirts of town, enjoying the peace and shade. Her spider half is spinning a small web between trees while Quelaan hums a soft tune under her breath, unaware of anyone nearby. All is well.
All is well until a large bear shambles out from the trees, that is. Quelaan hasn't noticed it yet, but the bear is rising up on its hind legs and looks ready to charge. Intervene?]
When she has left the house, it's been to fetch groceries or to attend school, and she always leaves when it's dark and not many people are around. Her days at school are spent hiding in the girls' bathroom, her spider half crammed inside a tiny stall. She's afraid of what the other real citizens would think of her, of course, but she's also afraid of the drones: what might they do, to see such an abomination in the midst of their perfect town? Quelaan doesn't want to find out.
Even still, the loneliness is becoming unbearable. She's spent centuries in silence and darkness, only to be dropped into a world of light and sound upon arrival in Mayfield. She craves conversation, noise, interaction, and eventually that craving is enough to overcome her fear.
So, today Quelaan can be found...]
[A. ...at the high school, tentatively stepping out of the bathroom while classes are in session. As far as she knows, the halls are empty, but even exposing herself this much has left her on edge. Her spider half stretches its legs, enjoying its reprieve from the bathroom stall.
She jumps a little when the bell rings and the classroom doors fly open, and a look of terror crosses her face. The drone children mill about her, going to their lockers and chatting in their cheerful monotone. Not a one of them shrieks or gasps at the sight of the teenage girl with a giant arachnid for a torso. In fact, one of them even smiles and waves at her, saying "Hi Quelaan!"
The Fair Lady looks absolutely confused, and murmurs to herself.]
Have they no fear of anything...?
[B. ...at the park, in a bit of a dilemma. Some jackass has been letting his dogs run around unleashed, and naturally they've been roaming around the entire park. One of them has run right up to Quelaan, yapping excitedly and sniffing at her legs. Needless to say, her spider half is less than pleased, and it appears to be on the verge of attacking. Quelaan is trying to calm her lower self down and shoo the dog away, with little success.]
No! You mustn't... please, pup, begone! 'tis not safe...!
[Help the poor girl out?]
[C. ...in the forest on the outskirts of town, enjoying the peace and shade. Her spider half is spinning a small web between trees while Quelaan hums a soft tune under her breath, unaware of anyone nearby. All is well.
All is well until a large bear shambles out from the trees, that is. Quelaan hasn't noticed it yet, but the bear is rising up on its hind legs and looks ready to charge. Intervene?]