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mayfield_rpg2012-06-13 01:02 pm
loistheintrepid) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-13 01:02 pm
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Intro
[Action A | 5719 Cunningham Lane]
No. No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Please God, not again.
She's had this dream before. Waking up in the hell hole of a place that was Mayfield again, trapped in the Pleasantville way of life, unable to snap herself out of the nightmare.
Please, God, let her be dreaming.
Except that the man she woke up next to isn't Hal, and the house she rushes out of isn't the one she lived in before, and the street she's standing in the middle of isn't Kramden Road.
Not again. No, no, no, not again.
[Action B | Kramden Road]
She's still barefoot in her ridiculous nightgown, not having bothered to change before she tore her way towards her old street. Maybe her old friends are still there. Maybe Hal...
But if she's switched around, maybe everybody else is, too. Which is why she's just going around pounding her fists on every door on the street like a crazy person in hopes that a familiar face answers.
[Action C | Around Town]
By the end of the day, she's a mess. Still barefoot, still nightgown-clad. Wandering her way around the Mayfield streets hoping for someone to make sense of why she's back.
It wasn't fair. She'd escaped this place. Spent a full year pretending it was just a bad dream. And now here she was again, wondering if that year of freedom had even been real.
She finds a bench, curls her knees to her chest, and buries her face in her arms.
Fucking Mayfield.
No. No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Please God, not again.
She's had this dream before. Waking up in the hell hole of a place that was Mayfield again, trapped in the Pleasantville way of life, unable to snap herself out of the nightmare.
Please, God, let her be dreaming.
Except that the man she woke up next to isn't Hal, and the house she rushes out of isn't the one she lived in before, and the street she's standing in the middle of isn't Kramden Road.
Not again. No, no, no, not again.
[Action B | Kramden Road]
She's still barefoot in her ridiculous nightgown, not having bothered to change before she tore her way towards her old street. Maybe her old friends are still there. Maybe Hal...
But if she's switched around, maybe everybody else is, too. Which is why she's just going around pounding her fists on every door on the street like a crazy person in hopes that a familiar face answers.
[Action C | Around Town]
By the end of the day, she's a mess. Still barefoot, still nightgown-clad. Wandering her way around the Mayfield streets hoping for someone to make sense of why she's back.
It wasn't fair. She'd escaped this place. Spent a full year pretending it was just a bad dream. And now here she was again, wondering if that year of freedom had even been real.
She finds a bench, curls her knees to her chest, and buries her face in her arms.
Fucking Mayfield.
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I'm back here. That's what happened.
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She puts a hand on Lois', giving it a light squeeze. ]
It'll be okay. You've gotten out once, so getting out twice isn't impossible. And whatever happens you won't be alone, okay? [ How can she let her be alone when she looks so depressed about being here. ]
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Thanks. But I get the feeling that year of freedom wasn't even the real thing. Mayfield has a way of twisting realities, you know?
[She lets out a sigh, rubbing her forehead a moment.] I'm Lois. Lois Lane.
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And I'm Yachiyo Todoroki.
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Nice to meet you, Yaa.. chiko. Chiyo. [Whoops.] And thanks.
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Do you like parfaits?
[ Parfaits can cheer up most people, can't they? ]
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[She shrugs, attempting to return the smile politely.]
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