I WANT ACTION. >8|skycrossingJuly 29 2008, 05:05:10 UTC
[ White powder clouded every surface, every sidewalk was damp with the cold, and still the skies showered the City with diamond dust. Lenalee stepped out of the firehouse to purchase a few ingredients. She was going to make soup, including a bowl for Kanda. (She wondered if anyone else cooked it the way he liked it here.) Oh, and not to forget, some more tea.
Back home, the weather was dreary. Well, the weather that surrounded the old headquarters was always dreary, dark, and in a way ominous. If you asked her whether she liked it there, she would probably smile melancholy and bend her brows in thought: "My home is with my friends. As long as I'm standing with them, I can feel easy."
For that reason alone, she remains in this strange world between worlds, among strangers from stranger worlds and amidst borderline ridiculous events, and still retain her sanity. Given that, it's peculiar (and a tad frustrating) that she doesn't spend quality time with said friends. It's always reading (a book or the network, whichever takes her fancy) or cooking or cleaning--but a heartfelt talk with her comrades? Been a while.
That's why it was a pleasant surprise to find a certain white-haired lad wandering the road before her. Hopping over a mound of snow, she runs up to the boy, greeting him with an airy voice and rosy smile.]
Allen!
(ooc: lulz sorry for the long post. I have not written in a while. akdjgsg. GHOSTIE~ ♥)
Back home, the weather was dreary. Well, the weather that surrounded the old headquarters was always dreary, dark, and in a way ominous. If you asked her whether she liked it there, she would probably smile melancholy and bend her brows in thought: "My home is with my friends. As long as I'm standing with them, I can feel easy."
For that reason alone, she remains in this strange world between worlds, among strangers from stranger worlds and amidst borderline ridiculous events, and still retain her sanity. Given that, it's peculiar (and a tad frustrating) that she doesn't spend quality time with said friends. It's always reading (a book or the network, whichever takes her fancy) or cooking or cleaning--but a heartfelt talk with her comrades? Been a while.
That's why it was a pleasant surprise to find a certain white-haired lad wandering the road before her. Hopping over a mound of snow, she runs up to the boy, greeting him with an airy voice and rosy smile.]
Allen!
(ooc: lulz sorry for the long post. I have not written in a while. akdjgsg. GHOSTIE~ ♥)
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