Open - Visitor (Tag to Lorne when she finally finds him)
"I'm sorry, Arabelle, this isn't something I can fix with psychic powers, like I told you before, it's something you have to find a way to deal with in a more normal fashion. You're a smart girl, you'll find a way."
Cain's words rang loudly in her mind as she finally admitted to herself that she did need some sort of help.
This didn't stop her from turning around and hesitating five or six times, however. She turned away, flying away, and then back again for the better part of two hours.
As such, Arabelle sails lazily down over the PrIME grounds, beating her wings and coming to a jogging sort of landing near the arrival circle. The reason why she flew, rather than PINpointed, was simple enough. Because it gave her time to think this through.
Still, she can't help but feel like she's incredibly out of place here, her modern clothes, not to mention wings and the cybernetics, make her feel like she's standing out. Much like a more modern style against an old oil painting, really, though the likelyhood of Arabelle herself thinking about this isn't terribly high.
Hesitant still, Arabelle pauses, looking at the old building that is the Prince Institute. So different from Cain's School for the Gifted, she takes a deep breath, and steps forward. Ngh. She should do this.
It's the right thing, right?
Behind her, the panicked bleeting of another sheep occurs, followed by a loud sploosh and gurgling. ...That can't be a good omen, can it?
(( Arabelle is looking for Lorne, as her bundle of emotional issues is getting to be too tight a knot for her to choke down. However, the fact that she doesn't know where his office is, or the grounds very well, she's welcome to encounter pretty much anybody, as she'll be prone to get lost a few times before finding her way. ))
Cain's words rang loudly in her mind as she finally admitted to herself that she did need some sort of help.
This didn't stop her from turning around and hesitating five or six times, however. She turned away, flying away, and then back again for the better part of two hours.
As such, Arabelle sails lazily down over the PrIME grounds, beating her wings and coming to a jogging sort of landing near the arrival circle. The reason why she flew, rather than PINpointed, was simple enough. Because it gave her time to think this through.
Still, she can't help but feel like she's incredibly out of place here, her modern clothes, not to mention wings and the cybernetics, make her feel like she's standing out. Much like a more modern style against an old oil painting, really, though the likelyhood of Arabelle herself thinking about this isn't terribly high.
Hesitant still, Arabelle pauses, looking at the old building that is the Prince Institute. So different from Cain's School for the Gifted, she takes a deep breath, and steps forward. Ngh. She should do this.
It's the right thing, right?
Behind her, the panicked bleeting of another sheep occurs, followed by a loud sploosh and gurgling. ...That can't be a good omen, can it?
(( Arabelle is looking for Lorne, as her bundle of emotional issues is getting to be too tight a knot for her to choke down. However, the fact that she doesn't know where his office is, or the grounds very well, she's welcome to encounter pretty much anybody, as she'll be prone to get lost a few times before finding her way. ))