Jun 22, 2007 21:41
A girl with rustled orange hair sits fast asleep at a table, her practice foil and sabre strewn on the wooden surface with a browning apple core.
She has fenced all day, and anyone who passes can probably smell the sweat and grass on her.
Care to wake her and send her to the showers?
midsummer night's amnesia,
juri arisugawa
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"Who are you?!" She asks bewildered, her eyes coming into focus. "Where is... Are you my mom?"
She sits up and takes a look around. "Why on earth did you bring me to this bar...?" Moving to straighten up her clothes, she gives a yelp of disgust. "Uuh! Did you have to make me where THIS?! I look like I'm the reject member of some color-blind marching band!"
Without much further ado, she starts removing the jacket from her person. Luckily she's wearing a thin top underneath or she would have scandalized herself without thinking. But you'd better stop her before she gets to the crazy orange pants...
[ooc: I'll be around later. Must have sleep. ^_-]
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She steps away from the table, glancing at the swords and hesitantly picking them up along with her discarded jacket. 'Training routine'... training... I guess these are mine then.
"Where is my room again? Do I live here?" She's very confused.
[ooc: Schoolwork is being horrible this week. I'll post as often as I can. Sorry for the delay!]
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