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Who: Amy Sorel and you
When: November 18, midday
Where: A park in sector 4
Summary: There is only so much a young girl can do while waiting for her father's freedom.
Warnings: None.

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[master_helsing]

Amongst the timely hustle and bustle of the city, one most expected the putt-putt-puttering of an array of motor vehicles and other dreadful bedlams that over-saturated the city with noxious noise pollution. So it was rare indeed that through such cacophony one would hear the pleasant clop-clop of a horse's silver shoes. What made them was a beast of magnificent size, trotting from the direction of the local DMV and back towards sector 7

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When she heard the thick, foreign accent of a man nearby, Amy didn't think to look, still lost in her own thoughts regarding her father's fate. As she contemplated how punishment was carried out in this world, her thoughts would wander every so often to how the nearby man seemed to be talking to a dear friend. As her ears picked up the whinnying of the horse, her mind began to wander once more-- this time to her time. Despite the death and evil that plagued the land back then, she missed a number of simple things: which included the sound of horses clip-clopping down dirt roads in Wallachia.

She missed riding her own horse: a dappled beauty that Raphael had purchased for her when they were still living in France. Sadly, she was murdered when the villagers turned against them, believing that they brought a plague.

She wonders if she could ride again once her father was freed.

Then the man had approached her. Her large eyes (turned scarlet by the curse) moved up to focus on him.

"Yes, I am her."

[meteor_heart]

"Amy?"

Tifa had been out doing errands, trying to take advantage of some rare time to herself. Her path had taken her by a playground near an abandoned Church...and she was surprised to see a familiar red-headed girl sitting by herself there.

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"Miss Tifa," Amy looked up from where she was sitting, her reverie broken with the entrance of a familiar face she hadn't seen in a while.

"It has been a while."

[meteor_heart]

"It has. What are you doing out here by yourself? Aren't you cold?" Tifa approaches, moving to sit down in the swing next to the girl.

[makeumypet]

"I am comfortable enough," and indeed, Amy was. The blue coat she was wearing was thick, despite how it did not look as regal as her usual outfits.

"I simply wanted to take time to myself." She pushed herself on the swing now, setting it into motion.

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As with most people, Amy never tended to notice who approached her in the daylight. One reason was that her daytime sluggishness also extended to her senses, making her just a little less sensitive than a normal human. But another, and perhaps a more significant reason, was that she had grown used to shunning the world around her, choosing solitude and her father over everything else.

But as of late, she had been trying to learn how to trust people more and not to think that she was always so alone.

She noticed the footsteps of a boy getting closer to her, but she did not choose to look up until he spoke to her. She recognized the way he spoke-- it was similar to how Ciel and Alois spoke. It amused her, but it doesn't reflect upon her features that kept still, much like a porcelain doll's.

"You can say that. Yet at the same time, I am not."

In contrast to his accent, her voice, despite its quiet tones, was colored by the distinct nuances of the French language.

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"It is simple. I am waiting for someone to be free to see me once more, yet I do not hold to the hope that he will be here with me any time soon. Hope often ends in disappointment, after all." Amy pushed herself slightly on the swing, to set it into a light rocking motion as the boy spoke to her.

[acemedium]

Maya visited the park fairly often, whether it was on her own or with someone else. It's always been a nice little get-away for her (and playgrounds were awesome! They brought back nice memories), whether or not she actually indulged or not. Today, she was pondering heading to the swing set and just letting loose - but paused when she saw a young girl there, by herself.

Maya had never been one to be shy or wary of strangers, so she flashed the girl a smile. "Hey!"

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"Hmm?" Amy looked up from where she was sitting when she heard someone call out to her. While she has run into nice strangers once in a while, not all of them seemed to be around her age.

[acemedium]

Maya continued approaching, still smiling.

"Are you out here on your own? You look kind of bored."

[makeumypet]

"Yes, I am here alone..." then Amy tilts her head slightly.

"Bored...? I suppose I do not have much to attend to."