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entranceway2013-06-10 11:25 pm
throughthedark) wrote in entranceway2013-06-10 11:25 pm
001 - [Action]
[Beach]
[The soft sloshing of the waves up and down the shoreline is really quite soothing. Therefore, it takes Giles a while before he drifts back into consciousness.
Eventually, however, he realizes that where he fell asleep was a long, long way from the ocean. His mind starts processing information a lot more quickly, after that. He holds out a brief hope that someone in the house just picked up an irritating habit for meditative CDs, until finally he properly processes the fact that he's not in any bed, chair, or table, and he happens to be outside.
At which point, anyone around the boats on the docks might witness a young boy come tumbling out of the boats with a startled gasp. Giles scrambles back to his feet, looking around, eyes wide and body tensed to run at the first sign of threat, or as soon as he has the faintest idea of where to run to.
Eventually, however, especially after a little bit to look around, or talk to some people, Giles settles down fractionally. More than anything he looks...resigned, and a little sad.]
...I suppose it's a good thing I told Angel not to contact her.
[Gardens]
[His exploration of this strange new land is now augmented with a broken tree branch, in case something somewhere decides to try and kill him. The place doesn't look dangerous, but Giles knows all too well that looks can be deceiving.
Fortunately, being a child suddenly has some advantages. One of which is that he's a lot better at climbing than he used to be. Giles uses the apparent peace to not only poke around, but finally get some practice in his new body. He might be spotted climbing on top of hedges to get a look around, or up into trees to take a break and gather his thoughts. Always with the tree branch in hand, though, and he occupies himself stripping off stray twigs or strips of bark. Really, it's almost fun, hopping the gaps between maze walls or pacing the lip of the fountain.
The fruit in the trees or growing in the greenhouse receives some thoughtful consideration, but Giles tries to restrain himself. He's hungry, but eating fruit in strange trees and unknown places tends to do bad things to the mind.
He wants to go home, after all.]
[Hallways]
[By now, Giles probably has a pretty good idea of where he is and what's going on. Even if he doesn't, well...it makes sense to have a home base, of sorts, when trying to come up with any sort of plan. If nothing else, he's not sure he wants to be outside at night.
So Giles can be found pacing the hallways where the bedrooms lie. He's trying to get a sense of which are occupied and which aren't, whether it be peering under the door, listening for signs of life, or occasionally knocking if he's really not sure. He might get side tracked along the way, especially if the door to the local business or the room holding the horse are left open.
Eventually, however, he'll take a room for himself a couple of floors up, and maybe try out the closet. If nothing else, he needs something to take notes with.]
[The soft sloshing of the waves up and down the shoreline is really quite soothing. Therefore, it takes Giles a while before he drifts back into consciousness.
Eventually, however, he realizes that where he fell asleep was a long, long way from the ocean. His mind starts processing information a lot more quickly, after that. He holds out a brief hope that someone in the house just picked up an irritating habit for meditative CDs, until finally he properly processes the fact that he's not in any bed, chair, or table, and he happens to be outside.
At which point, anyone around the boats on the docks might witness a young boy come tumbling out of the boats with a startled gasp. Giles scrambles back to his feet, looking around, eyes wide and body tensed to run at the first sign of threat, or as soon as he has the faintest idea of where to run to.
Eventually, however, especially after a little bit to look around, or talk to some people, Giles settles down fractionally. More than anything he looks...resigned, and a little sad.]
...I suppose it's a good thing I told Angel not to contact her.
[Gardens]
[His exploration of this strange new land is now augmented with a broken tree branch, in case something somewhere decides to try and kill him. The place doesn't look dangerous, but Giles knows all too well that looks can be deceiving.
Fortunately, being a child suddenly has some advantages. One of which is that he's a lot better at climbing than he used to be. Giles uses the apparent peace to not only poke around, but finally get some practice in his new body. He might be spotted climbing on top of hedges to get a look around, or up into trees to take a break and gather his thoughts. Always with the tree branch in hand, though, and he occupies himself stripping off stray twigs or strips of bark. Really, it's almost fun, hopping the gaps between maze walls or pacing the lip of the fountain.
The fruit in the trees or growing in the greenhouse receives some thoughtful consideration, but Giles tries to restrain himself. He's hungry, but eating fruit in strange trees and unknown places tends to do bad things to the mind.
He wants to go home, after all.]
[Hallways]
[By now, Giles probably has a pretty good idea of where he is and what's going on. Even if he doesn't, well...it makes sense to have a home base, of sorts, when trying to come up with any sort of plan. If nothing else, he's not sure he wants to be outside at night.
So Giles can be found pacing the hallways where the bedrooms lie. He's trying to get a sense of which are occupied and which aren't, whether it be peering under the door, listening for signs of life, or occasionally knocking if he's really not sure. He might get side tracked along the way, especially if the door to the local business or the room holding the horse are left open.
Eventually, however, he'll take a room for himself a couple of floors up, and maybe try out the closet. If nothing else, he needs something to take notes with.]
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And then he remembers that he's twelve, now, and looks up with a frown. It only grows more pronounced when he sees who he's talking to. Oh, wonderful. Even other children are calling him a child.]
I apologize. Of all the things I'm hoping to accomplish, rest assured that wearing a hole in the carpet is not a priority.
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Uh...wasn't too worried ya were. Much better ways 'f doing that than pacin', anyway. [He gives the boy a searching look.] Ya look lost.
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Attempting to be helpful:] I'm...new. Apparently one of several new arrivals. Since escape is apparently considered to be impossible, I thought I should probably find somewhere to sleep.
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[Giles knows that he, at least, doesn't tend to leave many signs of life wherever he's staying. The same might be true of others.]
I thought I saw a shop a little ways back.
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They's a diner 'round here, an' a bar. Got stuff all over, really. Folk doin' they own thing, like.
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Sorry. I, um, I suppose getting transported to another dimension in the middle of an apocalypse makes me irritable. What did you say your name was?
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[He rubs the back of his head a bit awkwardly.] Call me Kid. You, uh, you talk pretty fancy fer a little guy.
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He wonders if maybe he should dial it back a bit. In the meantime, his old nervous tick of taking off his glasses to clean them and stall rears its head.]
It's, um, a very long [ridiculous] story but...suffice to say that I am a good deal older than I look.
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[...wait a second. He's about the right size. And almost definitely not just a kid.]
Oh, and...possibly strange question, but are you familiar with, um, any sort of combat?
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Combat? Sure.
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[He's still got the knowledge, but the practice has more or less gone out the window.]
Would you be willing to practice with me, once I get settled in a bit more?
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[Despite himself, Giles smiles wryly. He has a feeling he's going to be asking a lot of people to stop calling him "kid", so to hear that it's someone's name does seem to be a little ironic.]
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Welcome t'Wonderland, by th' by. It ain't so bad all th' time.
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But I'm afraid I'm always on the lookout for the metaphorical second shoe. [Places that seem peaceful and idyllic almost never are. Especially when there's such blatant evidence of magic at play.]
Take care. [Giles gives a little wave, and then he turns away and starts up the steps.]
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