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entranceway2014-04-22 04:29 pm
severedheads) wrote in entranceway2014-04-22 04:29 pm
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[ Waking up in an unfamiliar room when her last memory had been dying on a train isn't even in Lucy's "Top Ten Weirdest Things To Happen To Me." At least this time she's not waking up pregnant with a corpse head. Her hands immediately reach to check, finding nothing but a flat abdomen. Next her fingers fly to her face (skin is still there, no shards of metal growing over her like armor to constrict her breathing). She can breathe, she doesn't feel ill, and there's no President Valentine in sight.
But that doesn't mean he isn't lurking around. After a frantic search of the bare room, she finally emerges into the seventh story hall armed with a small pistol and some technological device (Some sort of phone? Judging by the little symbol in the corner). Barefoot and sweating buckets, she looks like the human equivalent to a Chihuahua that looks like it's either going to pee or bite someone or both.
Yes clearly this is a sociable, happy addition to Wonderland's collection of well-adjusted individuals.
Cautiously making her way down the floors, the sound of voices causes her to duck into the nearest room. She doesn't check to see if it's occupied or not. At best, you can catch a flash of a frightened young girl fleeing behind a door; at worst, a panicked, sweaty girl with a gun just ran into your fucking room for no apparent reason. ]
text (and more action if you're in the kitchen)
[ And once she calms down enough (or finds a nice hiding space under a kitchen cubbard) she finally examines the strange phone. No time to figure out why it looks the way it looks or what all these other buttons mean, but one button brings up an alphabet to type with. Who this message goes to, if anyone, is a mystery. It's a risk, but what other choice does she have? Besides, it's no riskier than going after the President. ]
Looking f or of race contstants johnny joestar an dgryo zeppeli. Promoter stephen steel shot and severely injured and whhereabouts unknown.please help.
[ If you're looking to get some cooking utensils, you'll be pleased to find Lucy crammed between the mixing bowls and Tupperware. In hindsight, this was a terrible hiding place. ]
[ Waking up in an unfamiliar room when her last memory had been dying on a train isn't even in Lucy's "Top Ten Weirdest Things To Happen To Me." At least this time she's not waking up pregnant with a corpse head. Her hands immediately reach to check, finding nothing but a flat abdomen. Next her fingers fly to her face (skin is still there, no shards of metal growing over her like armor to constrict her breathing). She can breathe, she doesn't feel ill, and there's no President Valentine in sight.
But that doesn't mean he isn't lurking around. After a frantic search of the bare room, she finally emerges into the seventh story hall armed with a small pistol and some technological device (Some sort of phone? Judging by the little symbol in the corner). Barefoot and sweating buckets, she looks like the human equivalent to a Chihuahua that looks like it's either going to pee or bite someone or both.
Yes clearly this is a sociable, happy addition to Wonderland's collection of well-adjusted individuals.
Cautiously making her way down the floors, the sound of voices causes her to duck into the nearest room. She doesn't check to see if it's occupied or not. At best, you can catch a flash of a frightened young girl fleeing behind a door; at worst, a panicked, sweaty girl with a gun just ran into your fucking room for no apparent reason. ]
text (and more action if you're in the kitchen)
[ And once she calms down enough (or finds a nice hiding space under a kitchen cubbard) she finally examines the strange phone. No time to figure out why it looks the way it looks or what all these other buttons mean, but one button brings up an alphabet to type with. Who this message goes to, if anyone, is a mystery. It's a risk, but what other choice does she have? Besides, it's no riskier than going after the President. ]
Looking f or of race contstants johnny joestar an dgryo zeppeli. Promoter stephen steel shot and severely injured and whhereabouts unknown.please help.
[ If you're looking to get some cooking utensils, you'll be pleased to find Lucy crammed between the mixing bowls and Tupperware. In hindsight, this was a terrible hiding place. ]
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Here, let me help you. I know first aid, and I can help you find a better place to recuperate than a... a cupboard.
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Timidly she emerges one bare foot at a time, taking his hand and coating it in a gross layer of sweat. Like I can't state enough how much this girl sweats it's amazing she hasn't died of dehydration by now. ]
Thank you. But really, I'm fine, just a little... disoriented. [ She scans around the kitchen in case anyone else is listening in. ] Not because of the head trauma, I'm just not sure how I got here. To this house.
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You're sweating terribly, and your hands are freezing. Are you sure you're not ill? Come here.
[He leads her as gently as he would lead tiny babby deer over to a place to sit.]
You're at the Mansion. This is another world called "Wonderland"; a world completely separate from your own. It's perfectly safe... If you're worried about something going on where you came from, don't be. I can nearly guarantee it hasn't followed you here.
[Okay, his words aren't nearly as gentle, but at least he gets to the point.]
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[ Attempting to sweat out all of her fears and anxieties so she can get shit done. Seems to have worked so far??
Strangely though his words are comforting, at least to a degree. Lucy nods at the mention of another world--that's nothing too strange, it's not even anything new--but her lips purse by the end of the explanation. ]
I'm not sure about that. [ Swallowing hard, her head swivels around to make sure they're alone before continuing. ] I knew someone who could travel between dimensions. If his abilities aren't limited to parallel worlds, he could find me here. Supposing he's not the one who put me here in the first place.
[ She can think of a few good reasons why he'd want to stash her far, far out of anyone's reach but his own. But only her; she has no idea why he'd want to take a bunch of random strangers too. It's only that thought that gives her any solace, makes her think that maybe, finally, there's something outside of Valentine's control. ]
You were taken here too, weren't you?
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Yes, I was. All the people here have been taken from various worlds... Save a few interesting aboriginals. But you'll know them when you see them.
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I'm sorry that you got wrapped up in all this.
[ Because she's probably at fault somehow. This might just be all a part of the plot to get the corpse parts from here. Even without Valentine, there's plenty who would leap at the chance to have that sort of power. ]
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You have nothing to apologize for. [Armin gently pats her shoulder-- a touch firmer and he's afraid she'll jump up and run off.] Really. Wonderland is one big unplanned mess. You have nothing to do with it.
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But the last thing anyone needs is for her to start bawling on people she's only just met. Lucy steadies her breathing and forces herself to stop shaking so hard. ]
Right. Sure. [ She doesn't sound convinced, but she's not going to dispute it. ] So your... world. And mine, and everyone else's. Are they all different?
[ Because she knows there's multiple parallel universes to her own, but to have something else entirely, ones without Stand users or even humans... it's hard to imagine. ]
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Then it's not a--for lack of a better word--collection. One person from each world, I mean, like a random sampling. I take it you haven't run across your friend?
[ It actually takes some effort to muster up a flicker of sympathy. Not because it doesn't suck, but she's just so emotionally drained it's hard to feel much these days beyond "relief," "sheer terror," and "utter confusion." ]
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I wonder how worlds go one with people absent from them like this...
[ That sounds pretty self-centered though, thinking that entire worlds would be different without a single person. Except it's true. A world without Valentine, without Gyro... they might exist in the endless span of parallel worlds, but it's hard to imagine. Rubbing her arm, she averts her gaze. ]
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I know it makes this all seem pointless, but... At least you don't have to worry about people missing you, or your world needing you for something while you're gone.