[ABANDONED]
Who: Penelo, Gippal.
When: right after this; not long after both of them arrive.
Where: east of the clock tower.
Rating: G to PG, I'm guessing.
Warnings: Penelo possibly making conversation with a brick wall? Cuteness? I DON'T KNOW.
Summary: Gippal and Penelo both arrive not too long after one another, and Gippal sets out to find her, like the gentleman he is~
Well, at least Penelo had learned something since her time spent there:
Brick walls did definitely not make good conversationalists.
Perhaps Gippal was right about that, though she had been half hoping that the wall would talk back eventually, if she kept at it long enough. Of course, all it really did was sit there, and she'd look at it blankly, head tilted as one hand went up to fuss with one of her braids. Nope. She figured she could talk to it the whole entire day -- for weeks, months -- but it wasn't going to do much other than... well, just be a brick wall. A silent brick wall, in fact.
For a place that was as dark and dismal as it appeared to be, it certainly wasn't all that exciting. She had been expecting, upon her arrival, to run into some sort of trouble - or something interesting, at least - but there wasn't much to be found, other than a bunch of strange people from a bunch of strange and different lands. But it wasn't as if she was complaining about that, or even viewing it as a bad thing. Penelo got along with just about everybody, and she wasn't the type to shy away from social situations or from people she didn't recognize or completely understand. In fact, it only gave her more of a drive to get to know the different citizens of Purgatorium, though she hadn't had that large of a chance at all since her being there.
She figured that'd change, too, eventually.
Long fingers pressed delicately into the rough stone of the building in front of her, and she shifted her weight anxiously from one foot to the other. Somewhere, off in the distance, the clock tower chimed, bells echoing into the cool and crisp air that surrounded it. What time was it, anyway? It was hard to tell on the lower level, hard to be certain, considering it was almost always dark, anyway, despite the time of day. Bits of brick crumbled beneath her fingertips, and she turned a little, back pressed against the flat surface as she sunk down onto the ground, pulling her legs in toward her chest. Yes. The lower level definitely wasn't the brightest of places. It was also a little creepy, especially with the darker it became, and she had a feeling it was getting close to night now. And night usually brought a whole bunch of unpleasant things with it, she thought.
"You had your chance to talk, you know," she said absent-mindedly, glancing over her shoulder to the wall directly at her back. "I've got better company coming, anyway."
Though, honestly, talking to a squirrel would have made for better socialization than talking to an inanimate object.
But Penelo wasn't about to go admit that any time soon.
When: right after this; not long after both of them arrive.
Where: east of the clock tower.
Rating: G to PG, I'm guessing.
Warnings: Penelo possibly making conversation with a brick wall? Cuteness? I DON'T KNOW.
Summary: Gippal and Penelo both arrive not too long after one another, and Gippal sets out to find her, like the gentleman he is~
Well, at least Penelo had learned something since her time spent there:
Brick walls did definitely not make good conversationalists.
Perhaps Gippal was right about that, though she had been half hoping that the wall would talk back eventually, if she kept at it long enough. Of course, all it really did was sit there, and she'd look at it blankly, head tilted as one hand went up to fuss with one of her braids. Nope. She figured she could talk to it the whole entire day -- for weeks, months -- but it wasn't going to do much other than... well, just be a brick wall. A silent brick wall, in fact.
For a place that was as dark and dismal as it appeared to be, it certainly wasn't all that exciting. She had been expecting, upon her arrival, to run into some sort of trouble - or something interesting, at least - but there wasn't much to be found, other than a bunch of strange people from a bunch of strange and different lands. But it wasn't as if she was complaining about that, or even viewing it as a bad thing. Penelo got along with just about everybody, and she wasn't the type to shy away from social situations or from people she didn't recognize or completely understand. In fact, it only gave her more of a drive to get to know the different citizens of Purgatorium, though she hadn't had that large of a chance at all since her being there.
She figured that'd change, too, eventually.
Long fingers pressed delicately into the rough stone of the building in front of her, and she shifted her weight anxiously from one foot to the other. Somewhere, off in the distance, the clock tower chimed, bells echoing into the cool and crisp air that surrounded it. What time was it, anyway? It was hard to tell on the lower level, hard to be certain, considering it was almost always dark, anyway, despite the time of day. Bits of brick crumbled beneath her fingertips, and she turned a little, back pressed against the flat surface as she sunk down onto the ground, pulling her legs in toward her chest. Yes. The lower level definitely wasn't the brightest of places. It was also a little creepy, especially with the darker it became, and she had a feeling it was getting close to night now. And night usually brought a whole bunch of unpleasant things with it, she thought.
"You had your chance to talk, you know," she said absent-mindedly, glancing over her shoulder to the wall directly at her back. "I've got better company coming, anyway."
Though, honestly, talking to a squirrel would have made for better socialization than talking to an inanimate object.
But Penelo wasn't about to go admit that any time soon.