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Not where she expected to be--
Nov. 15th, 2014 04:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bornfallen[ Well it's not every day you wake up out of your usual basement confinement when you are Lilith Venomania.
It is especially confusing because not only is it now winter when she clearly recalls it being the opposite (and boy is she cold; the fact it HAD been summer was making her miserable existence at least a bit warmer in that hellish place), but she's also pretty sure none of this architexture makes any sense.
Her first instinct is to check her hair and make sure it's covering that thing, and then the very frazzled girl dressed in rags and a ratty cloak pauses to force herself to stand. She's in the middle of a road. None of this is familiar to her. She nearly gets herself run over moving out of the way and ends up falling on her behind on a sidewalk, terrified of whatever creature (horseless carriage?) just went past her.
This is not a good start to anyone's day, much like this particular girl's. She probably bears quite a resemblance to a Gakuko of a sort, but it's minor--her hair isn't too similar, it's much too long, too poorly taken care of, and if anything she has to be a normal human. Too sickly and scrawny to really be much else. She can't be much older then fifteen or so. Underneath her cloak is stitched together clothing; old servant's rags clung to and reused. She bears bruises in a few spots on her hands and some cuts as well, perhaps even a few scars and bandages, but fortunately for the most part it's covered up by her cloak, where she can hide her hands. ]
T-this can't be right... am I going to die? Am I asleep?
[ Even her voice is meek, stuttery. Poor thing probably needs some help up, too, because she's just staring like a deer in headlights. ]
It is especially confusing because not only is it now winter when she clearly recalls it being the opposite (and boy is she cold; the fact it HAD been summer was making her miserable existence at least a bit warmer in that hellish place), but she's also pretty sure none of this architexture makes any sense.
Her first instinct is to check her hair and make sure it's covering that thing, and then the very frazzled girl dressed in rags and a ratty cloak pauses to force herself to stand. She's in the middle of a road. None of this is familiar to her. She nearly gets herself run over moving out of the way and ends up falling on her behind on a sidewalk, terrified of whatever creature (horseless carriage?) just went past her.
This is not a good start to anyone's day, much like this particular girl's. She probably bears quite a resemblance to a Gakuko of a sort, but it's minor--her hair isn't too similar, it's much too long, too poorly taken care of, and if anything she has to be a normal human. Too sickly and scrawny to really be much else. She can't be much older then fifteen or so. Underneath her cloak is stitched together clothing; old servant's rags clung to and reused. She bears bruises in a few spots on her hands and some cuts as well, perhaps even a few scars and bandages, but fortunately for the most part it's covered up by her cloak, where she can hide her hands. ]
T-this can't be right... am I going to die? Am I asleep?
[ Even her voice is meek, stuttery. Poor thing probably needs some help up, too, because she's just staring like a deer in headlights. ]
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