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tushanshu_logs2014-05-13 09:42 pm
unetrustworthy) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-05-13 09:42 pm
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[CLOSED] Certains tomberont et certains vont vivre
Characters: Midii & Eponine
Date: mid-May
Location: Starting in the marketplace; possibly moving on from there
Situation: Two French War Girls meet up again in the aftermath of recent developments
Warnings/Rating: This might end up very depressing
[She wasn't sleeping very well these days.]
[Some nights, Midii would lay awake. Others, she would pass out from sheer exhaustion and the nightmares would take over. Flashbacks of her old life. The one she had long thought to have left behind. The Captain. The soldiers. Nanashii. Very rarely, she would dream of her brothers. Those were the worst; her face would be wet from tears upon awakening.]
[How many days had passed since the mass bombing? And now the city was under attack. She could feel the unseen presence in the air. A looming shadow threatening their once near-utopian way of life. Was this what her destiny was meant to be? Glimmers of happiness, only for them to go up in smoke.]
[The only comfort was that she could still move freely without the threat of being shot. That only a select few on the Turtle new of the sins of her past, and none of them would ever hold it against her. That she could still walk the marketplace and purchase enough food, even with rationing, to fill her up at least twice a day.]
[Which was what Midii was doing now. Keeping her head low, tendrils of blonde locks hiding her shadowed eyes from view, she weaved through the crowds in search of her day's haul. There was the bakery. The fruit stand. The dairy shop. And, lastly, the bookstore--maybe she would get lucky and there would be another English volume at her current reading level. It would be well worth the price, to give her something to do on those nights when sleep was a lost cause.]
Date: mid-May
Location: Starting in the marketplace; possibly moving on from there
Situation: Two French War Girls meet up again in the aftermath of recent developments
Warnings/Rating: This might end up very depressing
[She wasn't sleeping very well these days.]
[Some nights, Midii would lay awake. Others, she would pass out from sheer exhaustion and the nightmares would take over. Flashbacks of her old life. The one she had long thought to have left behind. The Captain. The soldiers. Nanashii. Very rarely, she would dream of her brothers. Those were the worst; her face would be wet from tears upon awakening.]
[How many days had passed since the mass bombing? And now the city was under attack. She could feel the unseen presence in the air. A looming shadow threatening their once near-utopian way of life. Was this what her destiny was meant to be? Glimmers of happiness, only for them to go up in smoke.]
[The only comfort was that she could still move freely without the threat of being shot. That only a select few on the Turtle new of the sins of her past, and none of them would ever hold it against her. That she could still walk the marketplace and purchase enough food, even with rationing, to fill her up at least twice a day.]
[Which was what Midii was doing now. Keeping her head low, tendrils of blonde locks hiding her shadowed eyes from view, she weaved through the crowds in search of her day's haul. There was the bakery. The fruit stand. The dairy shop. And, lastly, the bookstore--maybe she would get lucky and there would be another English volume at her current reading level. It would be well worth the price, to give her something to do on those nights when sleep was a lost cause.]
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Then you are too kind.
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Why do I feel like we could sit here the rest of the evening, doing nothing but compliment one another back and forth?
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