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Who: stoicloyalty Chane and vinovidivici the Rail Tracer.
When: backdated to 17th July, mid-afternoon.
Where: Minako's boarding-house in Sector 4.
Summary: Their first meeting since either of them landed here-- not mushy but definitely emotional. No rails being traced here though! hopefully
Warnings: TBA
Waiting in itself did not bother her-- that was how she best assessed situations, before making a crucial move-- waiting stationary, however, was different. The conscious act of standing in one place, for her, beside the doorstep of her new lodging, to stay there unmoving until the awaited person happened by... It was familiar enough to feel like she was carrying out some mundane everyday motion whilst fully aware of every breath she took in the process, startlingly detailed, yet different enough to her wanderings in Brooklyn for this person to know that the anticipation came from elsewhere.
In this case, inevitability. The time and place for this meeting had been set. There was no running about the city keeping watch for somebody whom she had last seen smeared in blood, no settling in with a bizarre group of people on the same journey (although it had to be noted, strangers had yet again offered her a place to stay at their expense-- this world could not be that different to the one she came from, if such people still existed here). Just standing, expecting what had been agreed.
Chane gazed up at the sky. Overcast. A strange hue. Upon shifting her heel slightly over the cobblestones of the sidewalk, a breeze rolled through the street with enough chill to remind her of her lack of outer clothes. Perhaps, in the same dress she had worn on the train where she and this conductor had first met, he would recognise her better.
It was an irrational thought, but what she had agreed to in this meeting was, too, irrational. As such she stayed still, stirring for nothing but the sound of approaching footsteps, calm-- calm as she could be when facing another person so fiercely determined to stick around in her life.
When: backdated to 17th July, mid-afternoon.
Where: Minako's boarding-house in Sector 4.
Summary: Their first meeting since either of them landed here-- not mushy but definitely emotional. No rails being traced here though! hopefully
Warnings: TBA
Waiting in itself did not bother her-- that was how she best assessed situations, before making a crucial move-- waiting stationary, however, was different. The conscious act of standing in one place, for her, beside the doorstep of her new lodging, to stay there unmoving until the awaited person happened by... It was familiar enough to feel like she was carrying out some mundane everyday motion whilst fully aware of every breath she took in the process, startlingly detailed, yet different enough to her wanderings in Brooklyn for this person to know that the anticipation came from elsewhere.
In this case, inevitability. The time and place for this meeting had been set. There was no running about the city keeping watch for somebody whom she had last seen smeared in blood, no settling in with a bizarre group of people on the same journey (although it had to be noted, strangers had yet again offered her a place to stay at their expense-- this world could not be that different to the one she came from, if such people still existed here). Just standing, expecting what had been agreed.
Chane gazed up at the sky. Overcast. A strange hue. Upon shifting her heel slightly over the cobblestones of the sidewalk, a breeze rolled through the street with enough chill to remind her of her lack of outer clothes. Perhaps, in the same dress she had worn on the train where she and this conductor had first met, he would recognise her better.
It was an irrational thought, but what she had agreed to in this meeting was, too, irrational. As such she stayed still, stirring for nothing but the sound of approaching footsteps, calm-- calm as she could be when facing another person so fiercely determined to stick around in her life.