on sinking ground [active/closed]
Characters: Freudia Neuwahl, Professor Layton
Content: Freudia might not care what everyone else thinks, but there's one person who might be able to get her off the warpath.
Location: West 17th, near Union Square
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Stubbornness and shame.
Where Freudia had been staying was her own secret. The fewer people who knew that, the better, and especially after how many people she had angered and upset. And it would be a lie to say that the threat of being shot hadn't scared her even a little. Made her indignant, of course -- nobody else was allowed to kill her -- but she knew something that not many others did: She was defenseless. And leading an army here would be just as foolish as the initial attack. But it was justice. It was what was right.
And only a few people seemed to understand that. But the ones who did were vastly outnumbered by her enemies. People whose gaze she had to avoid lest she not make it to the Professor's new home in one piece. Not many knew what she looked like, but that hadn't stopped her from scrounging up a slightly dirty white shirt and a matching skirt. She'd even let her hair down. Any port in a storm, and this storm was far from breaking.
Finally in front of Layton's home, Freudia gave a quick rap on the door. "Professor!" she called in a harsh almost-whisper, though she wasn't sure if he'd hear. Hopefully he would answer quickly.
Content: Freudia might not care what everyone else thinks, but there's one person who might be able to get her off the warpath.
Location: West 17th, near Union Square
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Stubbornness and shame.
Where Freudia had been staying was her own secret. The fewer people who knew that, the better, and especially after how many people she had angered and upset. And it would be a lie to say that the threat of being shot hadn't scared her even a little. Made her indignant, of course -- nobody else was allowed to kill her -- but she knew something that not many others did: She was defenseless. And leading an army here would be just as foolish as the initial attack. But it was justice. It was what was right.
And only a few people seemed to understand that. But the ones who did were vastly outnumbered by her enemies. People whose gaze she had to avoid lest she not make it to the Professor's new home in one piece. Not many knew what she looked like, but that hadn't stopped her from scrounging up a slightly dirty white shirt and a matching skirt. She'd even let her hair down. Any port in a storm, and this storm was far from breaking.
Finally in front of Layton's home, Freudia gave a quick rap on the door. "Professor!" she called in a harsh almost-whisper, though she wasn't sure if he'd hear. Hopefully he would answer quickly.