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[thatsnotnancy]

[The hour is late, but that doesn't stop a figure from dancing and twirling all about the duck pond. Not around the duck pond, and not on any ice formed over it, but on the water.

She's laughing fairly loudly, arms spread out and twirling about. Every so often she stops, as if amused by something, before she continues again.]And here I was going

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[and here is your token night owl just doing his thing,

out having a walk, taking in the fresh air except not really because he's lit himself up a cigarette.

he's about to chill quite literally by the duck pond, but he's hearing a commotion coming from it, and hell, that sure as hell ain't coming from any remaining ducks.

and walking toward it? he's totally seeing... this. what.]

That's one way to get everyone's attention.

[thatsnotnancy]

[She teeters as she abruptly ends a twirl, arms falling against her sides, and she looks to the source of the voice. This time, it's not in the talking book at all. In fact, it's a person.

She gives him a glance, clearly eying him up and down. Men and Nancy don't have the best track record.]

Who said I was trying to get everyone's attention? [a short laugh] Do I honestly look like I give a fuck what anyone else thinks?

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[YES, HE IS A PERSON. A man named... Zeke.

He'll approach tentatively, not bothering to move the cigarette from his lips, talking right through a puff.]

Definitely not looking the part of "she who cares". But, you know.

[thatsnotnancy]

[AND WHAT A MAN. Except no, boys are dirty until proven noble. Which is rare in her book, sadly.]

Seems I caught your attention. [Kicking at the water with the tip of her foot] Let me guess. You're the welcoming committee?

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[wornbright]

You're a witch?

anything for yuru

[thatsnotnancy]

[The book is talking to her this time! She splashes a bit more with the tips of her toes and claps her hands.]

Someone give this girl a prize, she knows how to pay attention!

[A bit of sarcastic laughter, and then,]

You're not scared of witches, are you?

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[wornbright]

[wornbright]

Why would I be scared? One of my friends is a witch!

[exanimatus]

[well... there's a vampire in a toque up in a nearby tree... just watching...]

[thatsnotnancy]

[A bit far from the kitchen, isn't he? She twirls and twirls until she stops facing his direction, dress wrapping around her legs as it catches up with her spins. With a tilt of her head, she narrows eyes at him.]

It's not polite to stare, you know.

[exanimatus]

[he'll lean forward, smirking appropriately.]

It's also impolite to gloat.

slgkjsdf FORGIVE ME. /buys self a paid account

[thatsnotnancy]

[Touché. At least he was quick-witted. She gestures toward the open book a bit away.]

Sorry it's not your typical entrance with the endless droning of questions and Where-am-Is. I figured you'd all be so bored with that. [She brings a fist up, biting her knuckle while she hides a grin.]

I squealed :3

[mal_addict]

A witch, hmm?

I always credited you lot with a little less...crazy than the wizards.

<3

[thatsnotnancy]

[Now she's feeling less "whimsical" about her situation. She takes quick strides toward the journal, picking it up from the ground rather harshly to re-read the words written across the page.]

Crazy? Crazy? [She lets out a sharp, startling laugh] Compared to the shit written in this book, you think I'm the crazy one?

[mal_addict]

...Fair point.

Though talking to yourself is not a good sign, just so you know.

[thatsnotnancy]

Talking to a book isn't, either, but here we are...

[predominancy]

No? What a shame!

[thatsnotnancy]

[God, there are so many voices. She lolls her head to the side, wondering if she should even grace this voice with a response.]

The only shame is hers for what she's done.

[predominancy]

You speak with the tone of an executioner calling for punishment. Might I ask why that is?

[thatsnotnancy]

It's simple, really. I was betrayed by someone who was supposed to be like a sister to me. She needs to be punished. [scoffs] Not like it'll happen here.