Sep 19, 2010 19:06
[So Margarita ran hither and Margarita ran yon and she's no closer to getting out of Mayfield than she was the second she ditched the house she woke up in. Which is, by the sheerest coincidence, the place she's blindly returned to. Oh, 507 Ricardo street, how she's missed you......NOT.
Unsure of what else to do, Margarita's sitting on the curb and talking to herself. She seems pretty upset- want to help the little redhead out? Or troll her, whichever.]
Okay, I can't panic. Freaking out won't get me back to the tower, so I gotta keep my cool even though it's really hard. I mean, I don't know where I am or how I got here, and I can't even ask Surely for help because he's gone, just like my grimoires and my clothes. It'd be nice if this was all some complex illusion, but what would be the point? I can't defend myself without my Runes, and I don't remember any of the teachers saying they were gonna cover something like that. I know they sometimes like giving out "surprise assignments" but this is taking it too far!
....and why did that one girl call me evil? S-She couldn't have known...right? I've never seen her before, so there's no way....yeah, maybe she was just crazy! That has to be it.....I'm not evil. I'm not.
Think, Margarita, think! You're really on your own this time, and that means no one's gonna help you except yourself.
&house,
&outside