Jun 07, 2011 15:29
tricklesdown: teagan,
stillthegirl: teagan ( au. ),
lupinestare: troodores,
three_knots: beatriz roux,
wigglesalong: tristan knight,
bewhat: jeremy redmond,
fearsomefaith: gideon southey,
deathforsome: daniel garcia | raphael,
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She stands, quite still, in front of a random house, frowning at the windows, at its quaint normality. Her arms are tightly folded across her chest, the sleeves of her oversized jumper pulled down over her fingers. Her usual calm and airy manner hasn't yet returned to her. ]
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Jeremy. [ mmHM. ] Hello, again.
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Do you know where we are?
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No... no, sorry. I've never seen anywhere like this before in my life. [ She pauses, reconsidering. ] Not so untouched, anyway.
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There's a little pause before she answers. He's such a lovely boy, and she wants to, at the very least, be his friend, but it wouldn't be fair to do that without being honest. And yet, she still isn't planning on saying anything about it. ]
I'm fine. [ She smiles, lightly, though she continues looking at the house. ] Just a bit tired, I guess. All this jumping around is starting to take it's toll. [ A short laugh. ] I'm not really taking my own advice.
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[He looks a little torn between smiling and being concerned. Why not do both?]
... Do you think we should go inside?
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After you, then.
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Why, thank you. [ There's a little spark of her characteristic amusement, and she flashes him a slightly relaxed expression, taking several long, exaggerated steps towards the front door. She tries the handle, pushing at it gently - and it opens. ] Would you look at that. Easy. [ She steps inside, holding the door open for Jeremy with a slightly half hearted flourish. ]
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This is so weird. [He breathes, not daring to actually... touch anything.]
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[ She meanders around him, peeking into what appears to be the living room; there's a sofa and an armchair, and she makes a beeline for the latter. It's sort of ratty looking, but she doesn't really care, practically falling into it, wrapping her arms around her knees as she settles herself into the worn fabric.
After a little pause, she says, softly: ] It's like everyone was just plucked out of here without warning, in the middle of their daily routines or something.
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No, that wasn't it...
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