young girl don't hide
Name(s): Seras Victoria, Apollo Justice (closed)
Location: Crazy staaairs (again)
Week: 49
Time: Mid-Week, Afternoon
Rating: G
For the last few days Seras was a good girl, staying with the other adults and children. She didn't talk much, didn't play much. A corner had been reserved for herself as she watched everyone else. But she didn't want to be there. Nor did she want to be where she was supposed to and the constant bustle of others made her miss her family more than ever.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity when no one was looking, the young girl finally got away. She didn't know where she would go or there was even a way out of the castle. But she just new she couldn't stay with the other people. As she wondered about a strange sense of deja vu washed over her. The tiny voice in the back of her head said not that way, yet she ignored it.
Before she knew it, she was trapped in the never ending loop of stairs. There was no way out, not that the eight year old could see. Even perfectly capable adults had a hard time finding their way out. Who knew how long she struggled through, but after some time she became weary. Finally giving up, she sat down on the stairs. Putting her hands to her face she began to to cry. Betwe "I just... I just want my mother and father!"
Location: Crazy staaairs (again)
Week: 49
Time: Mid-Week, Afternoon
Rating: G
For the last few days Seras was a good girl, staying with the other adults and children. She didn't talk much, didn't play much. A corner had been reserved for herself as she watched everyone else. But she didn't want to be there. Nor did she want to be where she was supposed to and the constant bustle of others made her miss her family more than ever.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity when no one was looking, the young girl finally got away. She didn't know where she would go or there was even a way out of the castle. But she just new she couldn't stay with the other people. As she wondered about a strange sense of deja vu washed over her. The tiny voice in the back of her head said not that way, yet she ignored it.
Before she knew it, she was trapped in the never ending loop of stairs. There was no way out, not that the eight year old could see. Even perfectly capable adults had a hard time finding their way out. Who knew how long she struggled through, but after some time she became weary. Finally giving up, she sat down on the stairs. Putting her hands to her face she began to to cry. Betwe "I just... I just want my mother and father!"