... this is not as long or as well-written as it should be, but LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROADvonkarmicSeptember 24 2010, 04:57:15 UTC
It hadn't been long since she'd returned from Discedo -- and maybe 'returned' wasn't the right word (in fact, she thought to herself, she knew it wasn't the right word, and wasn't that just a testament to how much that dream had shaken her up, reminding her eerily of some trashy existentialist novel she'd once (foolishly) indulged in and had promptly thrown away (she'd known it was going to be horrible by the third chapter, but what kind of careless fool would give up on a task halfway through?)) -- but she still remembered everything about it, though her common sense had since taken control of the situation and righted the wrongs of Discedo's logic system (people did not rise from the dead, and they also did not come from different universes and timelines), writing off her entire nine months there as nothing but a (vivid, long, detailed) dream
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SHUT UP I LOVE YOUR WRITINGnotmanagingSeptember 24 2010, 08:41:38 UTC
A wave of relief flooded through Adrian when she heard Franziska's voice again; it had been to long since she had heard it last, and there was nothing more that Adrian wanted to do but exclaim 'you're alive, you're alive, thank God,' but considering the likelihood that Franziska would not remember the events of Discedo, that they were nothing but a conjuration from the depths of Adrian's desperate mind, even she was well aware that she would have to initiate this conversation a lot more smoothly if she didn't want to be laughed at. A post-apocalyptic city; what nonsense.
She slumped on the bed, back against the dry plaster walls of the room. Where to start? Her organizer laid open on the pillow; scribbled notes about how she intended this conversation to go - first, she would have to introduce herself, of course; there was no reason for Franziska to know her number, hold her number the way Adrian had held hers like a lifeline. “H-hello?” she started, her voice more weak and uncertain and plain nervous than she would have desired, “It
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... pretend that this isn't almost six months late ... and disappointingly shortvonkarmicMarch 7 2011, 21:56:26 UTC
An uneasy feeling taking over her stomach, Franziska shifted in her chair, receiver suddenly uncomfortably warm against her skin. When she had given Adrian her phone number however many months ago, the gesture had almost felt hollow, though she wasn't exactly certain whether that was due to her intentions or the unlikelihood that she'd ever be able to offer any assistance (unless Ms. Andrews had found herself in legal trouble again, which -- Franziska had to admit, upon further reflection -- was unfortunately not improbable); she'd half-expected never to hear from the other woman again
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NO THIS IS SHORTER :|notmanagingMarch 8 2011, 12:05:53 UTC
Franziska's query made Adrian's heart plummet for a reason she could not quite place; it was not as though she had been expecting a different reaction, but should could not deny that she had been hoping for one. She found her throat suddenly dry, and took a nervous swallow before speaking, fingers tapping against the phone so quickly she had to fumble not to drop it.
"Yes, a dream," she repeated, turning the question into her answer. "I..." The hesitation she felt now was born of a desire not to waste Franziska's time -- what if it all really was some silly dream, what would Franziska do then? What it if wasn't a dream? What would Adrian do then? Either way, the possibilities were endless, and they could not be narrowed down until they knew the truth. "... I wanted to talk about it. If that's all right with you." There, that way Adrian could just talk, and hopefully, she wasn't demanding too much of Franziska -- the other woman's time was a hefty enough request for Adrian to be making.
YOU'RE SHORTERvonkarmicMarch 16 2011, 05:23:26 UTC
Sorely tempted to point out that idle chit-chat wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she'd offered Adrian her assistance, Franziska instead pinched the bridge of her nose and quickly contemplated her options, and their consequences: a) listen to Adrian and waste an indeterminate amount of time, or b) cut her off and be seen as a person who goes back on her word. The decision was simple, and Franziska almost managed to convince herself that she was choosing the latter only because of her care for her reputation.
"I don't see how this concerns me, but," she set her pen down in front of her and turned her papers face-down, "if you insist."
"Well, you were in it," Adrian started, then immediately cringed, wondering why she had even made such a foolish confession, although she supposed that she would have to tell Franziska eventually. She was really over thinking this, and none of her thoughts seemed to be firing in any sort of linear fashion any longer. It was very frustrating, especially in a conversation with Franziska von Karma.
"And everything just seemed so real." It wasn't what she had meant to say next, but there was difficult in knowing where to start, what was most important and should have been said first to maintain Franziska's attention. Adrian didn't want to be thought of as boring -- well, to express herself in such a way that made her sound more uninteresting than she already was. "More real than a normal dream. Sorry, I know it sounds stupid, but ... we were trapped in a city." There, she had made a definite decision -- the best place to start was the very beginning. "A city called Discedo."
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She slumped on the bed, back against the dry plaster walls of the room. Where to start? Her organizer laid open on the pillow; scribbled notes about how she intended this conversation to go - first, she would have to introduce herself, of course; there was no reason for Franziska to know her number, hold her number the way Adrian had held hers like a lifeline. “H-hello?” she started, her voice more weak and uncertain and plain nervous than she would have desired, “It ( ... )
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"Yes, a dream," she repeated, turning the question into her answer. "I..." The hesitation she felt now was born of a desire not to waste Franziska's time -- what if it all really was some silly dream, what would Franziska do then? What it if wasn't a dream? What would Adrian do then? Either way, the possibilities were endless, and they could not be narrowed down until they knew the truth. "... I wanted to talk about it. If that's all right with you." There, that way Adrian could just talk, and hopefully, she wasn't demanding too much of Franziska -- the other woman's time was a hefty enough request for Adrian to be making.
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"I don't see how this concerns me, but," she set her pen down in front of her and turned her papers face-down, "if you insist."
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"And everything just seemed so real." It wasn't what she had meant to say next, but there was difficult in knowing where to start, what was most important and should have been said first to maintain Franziska's attention. Adrian didn't want to be thought of as boring -- well, to express herself in such a way that made her sound more uninteresting than she already was. "More real than a normal dream. Sorry, I know it sounds stupid, but ... we were trapped in a city." There, she had made a definite decision -- the best place to start was the very beginning. "A city called Discedo."
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