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mayfield_rpg2012-07-17 05:50 pm
littleredwolf) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-17 05:50 pm
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♔ 01
[ Action // 306 Miller Street ]
[Last night, Sansa fell asleep in her quarters at the castle. This morning, she wakes up...somewhere else. For a second, she panics. Has she been kidnapped? Ser Dontos would have told her before taking her anywhere, she's sure of it. But how could kidnappers have gotten into the Red Keep? And who would ever take her to such a strange place as this?
Then she sees the pictures on the wall and panics harder.
It's her. Her as a very small child, grinning a gap-toothed grin in the arms of a man she's never seen before in her life. Her the age she is now, sitting at a table in a funny hat with a cake in front of her, surrounded by more strangers.
Letting out a little shout of fear, she half-leaps, half-falls out of her bed and crashes to the floor, knocking over her nightstand in the process. She scrambles to her feet quickly and rushes out of the bedroom. Anything to be away from those - what? Paintings? Not even the best painter could make something so lifelike. But she doesn't know those people. She doesn't remember those things. Something is very, very wrong.
Residents of 306 Miller, there is now a white-faced, wide-eyed teenage girl wandering around your house and peeking into the rooms. She's trying her best to stay composed, to stay regal and calm, but failing spectacularly - she's trembling hard as she examines her new surroundings, and her hands, clasped properly in front of her, are white-knuckled.]
Hello?
[Her voice is trembling, too, but she tries hard to conceal it. And, again, fails.]
If - if there is anyone here, I should very much like to know where I am.
[ Action // Streets of Mayfield ]
[She's never seen streets like this before, either. Where Sansa comes from, roads inside of towns are made to walk on - so that's just what she's doing. Right down the middle of the street. Currently there's no traffic, which is lucky for her. She still looks frightened, is still desperately trying to pretend that she's not. Where's she going? Well. Uh. She's not sure. But there must be a lord of this place who can help her. In the meantime, she's got a small kitchen knife held tightly in one hand. Just in case.
If you're driving, you're about to spot a redheaded roadblock with no concept of cars. If you're walking around town...it might be a good idea to stop her from getting smeared all over the pavement. Just a thought.]
[Last night, Sansa fell asleep in her quarters at the castle. This morning, she wakes up...somewhere else. For a second, she panics. Has she been kidnapped? Ser Dontos would have told her before taking her anywhere, she's sure of it. But how could kidnappers have gotten into the Red Keep? And who would ever take her to such a strange place as this?
Then she sees the pictures on the wall and panics harder.
It's her. Her as a very small child, grinning a gap-toothed grin in the arms of a man she's never seen before in her life. Her the age she is now, sitting at a table in a funny hat with a cake in front of her, surrounded by more strangers.
Letting out a little shout of fear, she half-leaps, half-falls out of her bed and crashes to the floor, knocking over her nightstand in the process. She scrambles to her feet quickly and rushes out of the bedroom. Anything to be away from those - what? Paintings? Not even the best painter could make something so lifelike. But she doesn't know those people. She doesn't remember those things. Something is very, very wrong.
Residents of 306 Miller, there is now a white-faced, wide-eyed teenage girl wandering around your house and peeking into the rooms. She's trying her best to stay composed, to stay regal and calm, but failing spectacularly - she's trembling hard as she examines her new surroundings, and her hands, clasped properly in front of her, are white-knuckled.]
Hello?
[Her voice is trembling, too, but she tries hard to conceal it. And, again, fails.]
If - if there is anyone here, I should very much like to know where I am.
[ Action // Streets of Mayfield ]
[She's never seen streets like this before, either. Where Sansa comes from, roads inside of towns are made to walk on - so that's just what she's doing. Right down the middle of the street. Currently there's no traffic, which is lucky for her. She still looks frightened, is still desperately trying to pretend that she's not. Where's she going? Well. Uh. She's not sure. But there must be a lord of this place who can help her. In the meantime, she's got a small kitchen knife held tightly in one hand. Just in case.
If you're driving, you're about to spot a redheaded roadblock with no concept of cars. If you're walking around town...it might be a good idea to stop her from getting smeared all over the pavement. Just a thought.]
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she totally was.. So she's going to shout from the sidewalk like the helpful citizen she is.]You should get out of the road, stupid!
[...wait. That red hair is awfully familiar. Give it a second...]
Sansa? [This may be the most delighted Arya has ever been to see her dumb older sister.]
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Wait.
Wait.]
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Arya?
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Arya!
[She stops short in front of her, not quite sure if she should hug Arya or not. They've never really been a huggy pair. But her eyes are shining and her voice is a little choked.]
I didn't think I'd ever see you again. How did we get here? Are mother and Robb here too?
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You're alright! You were up there with Joffrey and the queen and I couldn't do anything and Father... Father. [She holds back the sobs, but Sansa's dress maybe a little more wet than it was before.]
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You were right about Joffrey all along, you and Father both. He's horrible and monstrous and I didn't listen, and -
[And in a way Ned's death was all her fault, but she can't say that. Instead, she swallows hard.]
Where were you? When - when it happened. The queen said that the Gold Cloaks looked for weeks and couldn't find you. They thought you might be dead.
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It's been months since then at home. The kingdoms are all at war and Joffrey is trying to kill Robb. Everything is just awful.
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What about the others? Mother, Bran, and Rickon?
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Bran and Rickon - they - [Tears run down her face. And she can't, she just can't say it out loud because that will make it true.]
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[It's less than a whisper.]
They're dead, Arya.
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No! You're lying! It's not true! It can't be true! [Her hands ball up into fists, her tear stained face contorted in a mixture of rage and grief.]
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It is. Theon Greyjoy and a host of ironmen took Winterfell while Robb's army was fighting in the West. Bran and Rickon tried to escape. [Joffrey had gleefully told her about how Greyjoy was said to have mounted the boys' heads on spikes outside the gates, just as Lord Stark's had been at the Red Keep, but she can't tell Arya that. The image haunted her dreams for weeks. So she simply says,] They were caught.
Mother, Robb, and us...we're all that's left.
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I'll kill him.
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Good.
[She extends a hand to help her sister up.]
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Has anybody told you about this place?
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And they all say they've come here from different times - different worlds. But that can't be true, can it?
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