In Which I'm Lost [CLOSED]
WHO: Kitten and Selene
WHAT: A very sleep-deprived, delirious Kitten had just arrived in Rivelata and winds up crashing on the doorstep of one of the island's vampires.
WHERE: Selene's place.
WHEN: The evening of Day 155.
Oh, silly, silly, silly. Silly boats with their silly passengers on silly voyages to islands in the middle of nowhere. Dear, sweet, poor Kitten was, once again, alone. Not only alone, even, but in naught but dirty, bloodied clothing and very much lacking a roof over her darling head of curls!
Kitten staggered aimlessly through the strange town, tip-toeing on the fine line between consciousness and finding herself in a heap on the cobblestone streets. All day she spent wandering to and fro, exploring-- touching and feeling, moving and bending, twisting and turning-- and by the time the great big sun in the clear blue sky managed to kiss its goodbye to those cobblestone streets she'd tread all over, Kitten could hardly recall a thing.
"Not a thing~" she twittered cheerfully as she moved languidly through what she could only assume was the housing district. Whoever lived there, she decided, with the white picket fence and dainty garden, was a high-class banker. And over there lived a charming family of three-and-a-half. The Murrays, she'd decided. A loving wife, a proud son, a bun in the oven, and a devoted husband-- devoted to Miss Smith across the street, that was!
Oh, Miss Smith, the neighborhood's bicycle. Pretty as a bud, but she lacked the class of a true lady, with her outdated dresses and plain, boring bob. She'd always had a way with the boys, though.
Girls, too.
Kitten giggled, raising a hand daintily over her mouth as she stumbled once more, and eventually moved to her hands and knees to crawl into the doorway of a nearby house. To rest, she'd thought. Just to rest. Her exhaustion had become overwhelming, however; her simple rest resulted in a simple nap. Just a nap. No more, no less. A quaint, insignificant little thing.
...She was out like a light.
WHAT: A very sleep-deprived, delirious Kitten had just arrived in Rivelata and winds up crashing on the doorstep of one of the island's vampires.
WHERE: Selene's place.
WHEN: The evening of Day 155.
Oh, silly, silly, silly. Silly boats with their silly passengers on silly voyages to islands in the middle of nowhere. Dear, sweet, poor Kitten was, once again, alone. Not only alone, even, but in naught but dirty, bloodied clothing and very much lacking a roof over her darling head of curls!
Kitten staggered aimlessly through the strange town, tip-toeing on the fine line between consciousness and finding herself in a heap on the cobblestone streets. All day she spent wandering to and fro, exploring-- touching and feeling, moving and bending, twisting and turning-- and by the time the great big sun in the clear blue sky managed to kiss its goodbye to those cobblestone streets she'd tread all over, Kitten could hardly recall a thing.
"Not a thing~" she twittered cheerfully as she moved languidly through what she could only assume was the housing district. Whoever lived there, she decided, with the white picket fence and dainty garden, was a high-class banker. And over there lived a charming family of three-and-a-half. The Murrays, she'd decided. A loving wife, a proud son, a bun in the oven, and a devoted husband-- devoted to Miss Smith across the street, that was!
Oh, Miss Smith, the neighborhood's bicycle. Pretty as a bud, but she lacked the class of a true lady, with her outdated dresses and plain, boring bob. She'd always had a way with the boys, though.
Girls, too.
Kitten giggled, raising a hand daintily over her mouth as she stumbled once more, and eventually moved to her hands and knees to crawl into the doorway of a nearby house. To rest, she'd thought. Just to rest. Her exhaustion had become overwhelming, however; her simple rest resulted in a simple nap. Just a nap. No more, no less. A quaint, insignificant little thing.
...She was out like a light.