Giselle's Arrival
Who: Giselle and Open
Where: Front and Lobby
When: Mid-afternoon
Giselle sat on the park bench, outside the palace that she and Edward lived in. Andalasia was beautiful, no doubt about that. The colors were vivid and bright, but everything seemed flat and two-dimensional. Unlike the colors of New York, which sometimes were dull and dark; but it was full and lively and sometimes scary. Andalasia was safe, New York was not. Then why did she feel like she missed it so?
She and Edward had been married for three years. How she wished she had stayed with Robert after the ball. But, instead, she had gone back through the manhole with Edward. She'd promised him she would marry him and didn't want to break that promise, no matter how much it had hurt. Narissa had been furious and had revoked Edward's right to the throne; not that it bothered him, he still cared only about hunting trolls. Every day, he went out and left her alone with a woman who hated her.
Giselle sighed and watched a pair of blue birds flutter around each other and coo. As they flew, she noticed their flatness. She looked at her own hand and saw that it, too, seemed flat. She remembered what it was like to be real. It was so very strange at first, but, she grew to like it. She looked at the well, standing open and inviting. Without a second thought she made a decision. She was going to go find Robert.
Giselle packed a suitcase with a few of her clothes in it and waited until nighttime. Once the darkness fell, Giselle snuck out of the palace and across the yard. She stood at the edge of the well and looked down into it. The last time she had fallen, she was very afraid. This time, she knew what to expect. And so she tightened her hold on the suitcase and jumped with both feet.
As she fell, she felt the tingling sensation of her painted skin giving way to real flesh. She landed at the bottom and carefully scooted the manhole cover aside. The brightness of the day surprised her, but she hadn't expected the time of day to be the same. She crept out of the hole and the hustle and bustle of Times Square was not there. Instead, she was looking at a strange building. She stood, suitcase in hand, and walked toward the structure with trepidation. This was definitely not New York.
Where: Front and Lobby
When: Mid-afternoon
Giselle sat on the park bench, outside the palace that she and Edward lived in. Andalasia was beautiful, no doubt about that. The colors were vivid and bright, but everything seemed flat and two-dimensional. Unlike the colors of New York, which sometimes were dull and dark; but it was full and lively and sometimes scary. Andalasia was safe, New York was not. Then why did she feel like she missed it so?
She and Edward had been married for three years. How she wished she had stayed with Robert after the ball. But, instead, she had gone back through the manhole with Edward. She'd promised him she would marry him and didn't want to break that promise, no matter how much it had hurt. Narissa had been furious and had revoked Edward's right to the throne; not that it bothered him, he still cared only about hunting trolls. Every day, he went out and left her alone with a woman who hated her.
Giselle sighed and watched a pair of blue birds flutter around each other and coo. As they flew, she noticed their flatness. She looked at her own hand and saw that it, too, seemed flat. She remembered what it was like to be real. It was so very strange at first, but, she grew to like it. She looked at the well, standing open and inviting. Without a second thought she made a decision. She was going to go find Robert.
Giselle packed a suitcase with a few of her clothes in it and waited until nighttime. Once the darkness fell, Giselle snuck out of the palace and across the yard. She stood at the edge of the well and looked down into it. The last time she had fallen, she was very afraid. This time, she knew what to expect. And so she tightened her hold on the suitcase and jumped with both feet.
As she fell, she felt the tingling sensation of her painted skin giving way to real flesh. She landed at the bottom and carefully scooted the manhole cover aside. The brightness of the day surprised her, but she hadn't expected the time of day to be the same. She crept out of the hole and the hustle and bustle of Times Square was not there. Instead, she was looking at a strange building. She stood, suitcase in hand, and walked toward the structure with trepidation. This was definitely not New York.