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queenofheartsrp2011-11-27 06:53 pm
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[When Sol went to sleep the night before, the last thing she expected was to wake up in the middle of this flowery shithole again.]
[Normally, her first order of business would be to change into something more suitable than the girly shift she's been left in. After all, that's how it was the first time she woke up in this place. Not this time, though. This time, she's still dressed in the white gown all newcomers awake in when she hauls back and punches the nearest available target—the trunk of a tree, as the case happens to be. (Which is probably for the best thing for her to take her anger out on, anyway, since that's something that will neither fight back nor get her in trouble for slamming her firsts into it until her knuckles are raw.)]
[She only half-realizes that she's speaking when she spits out,] Son of a bitch.
[It's not until a while later that she actually appears on the Vine. She's certainly not about to broadcast how angry and upset she is for everyone to see, so she waits until she's absolutely sure she can project a calm and indifferent expression before doing so. When she finally does, she merely cocks her head and thinks for a moment before speaking, not bothering with any sort of introduction, as is typical for her.]
...Who's still here?
[There's other things she wants to ask, like "How long have I been gone?" and "This place still an utter piece of shit?", but that can wait until she sees what kind of response she gets.]
[Normally, her first order of business would be to change into something more suitable than the girly shift she's been left in. After all, that's how it was the first time she woke up in this place. Not this time, though. This time, she's still dressed in the white gown all newcomers awake in when she hauls back and punches the nearest available target—the trunk of a tree, as the case happens to be. (Which is probably for the best thing for her to take her anger out on, anyway, since that's something that will neither fight back nor get her in trouble for slamming her firsts into it until her knuckles are raw.)]
[She only half-realizes that she's speaking when she spits out,] Son of a bitch.
[It's not until a while later that she actually appears on the Vine. She's certainly not about to broadcast how angry and upset she is for everyone to see, so she waits until she's absolutely sure she can project a calm and indifferent expression before doing so. When she finally does, she merely cocks her head and thinks for a moment before speaking, not bothering with any sort of introduction, as is typical for her.]
...Who's still here?
[There's other things she wants to ask, like "How long have I been gone?" and "This place still an utter piece of shit?", but that can wait until she sees what kind of response she gets.]
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...Sol? You're back!
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...Do I know you?
[It's not said in a hostile or dismissive manner, but rather with some curiosity and confusion.]
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Ah, it's me--Xion. Even though I look like this...I should be going back to normal soon.
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"Back to normal"?
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[Well, that's...relieving, in its own way. The idea of being stuck in this place for what looks to be close to a decade is more than a little upsetting, even if time doesn't seem to pass back home, or at least not at the same rate. Xion is treated to the tiniest ghost of a smile.]
Had me worried.
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I didn't mean to. I hope you didn't get taken from something important this time. Did you?
[there's a pause, and then she ventures--]
Did you see Dizzy? Do you know if she's all right?
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She's fine. [She hasn't seen her herself, but she has heard a few things through others. While she can throw Johnny substantial farther than she trusts him, he's taken good care of Dizzy so far, and Ky— Well, for as aggravating as he can be, there's far worse people for her to be involved with.]
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I'm glad.
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[That said, she leans back against the nearest tree—not the same one she took her frustration out on earlier, of course—and folds her arms over her chest. She's not exactly inviting further conversation, but... It's not like she has anything else to do while hanging around waiting for responses, either.]
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[That is to say, through no effort of her own.]
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[Normally, she'd be grouchy about Suruga wasting her time, but there's no real time to waste here. And, besides...]
Can't blame you for asking.
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My name is Suruga Kanbaru, it's a pleasure.
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...Rose still around? [...] Or Epsilon?
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[She's disappointed, of course—more than, really—but Sol obviously isn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, so the sound isn't anything more than a simple acknowledgment of Jessica's reply.]
Looks like the same fairy tale shit to me.
[She knows the "different" comment probably refers to the people who are stuck in this place, but it's easier not to focus on that. And if that means being purposefully obtuse, then so be it.]
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Sounds like a pain in the ass.
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It's actually a nice-looking place, if you've got camouflage.
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[She doubts it, given the coloring of the leaves, but...]
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