shirley || 01
Who: Shirley & everyone c:
Where: The streets of Somni/shopping district. (Feel free to run into her anywhere \o\)
Style: First for lazy? (Otherwise I'll match)
Status: Open!
Th-this is so embarassing...
[Shirley wraps her arms around herself as she walks through the streets of Somni, trying to hide the apparent blood that's found its way onto her ( Read more... )
Where: The streets of Somni/shopping district. (Feel free to run into her anywhere \o\)
Style: First for lazy? (Otherwise I'll match)
Status: Open!
Th-this is so embarassing...
[Shirley wraps her arms around herself as she walks through the streets of Somni, trying to hide the apparent blood that's found its way onto her ( Read more... )
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But perhaps she's just looking for its owner...]
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[His smiling face appears on the screen, and at first, it's like the world has ended.
She doesn't want him to see her like this. Wounded and vulnerable, not to mention so...open, so out there. It makes her so undignified, unattractive, that she contemplates hiding. But then...she just has to laugh.
She has to laugh at herself, just a little bit really, because--
He already has.]
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She remembers; she remembers his tears and how they feel as they fall onto her face. She remembers laying there in his arms, finally finding the courage to tell him how she feels, even though it was too late.
She remembers the taste of his lips when she kissed him, even though he made her forget.
And most of all, she remembers that she'd made up her mind. That she decided she would stay by his side, so that he wouldn't have to fight this war alone. And that would not change.]
...Th-thanks...
Haha. I'm glad at least one of us knows where we are.
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he'd just been wandering around the streets when - what? no, no, no, that's not right. he rubs his eyes momentarily. no, why was she here? walking around covered in the very same blood he'd caused to spill out of her - quite simply, too. she had been so naïve - no, she still was naïve and it had been ridiculously easy. almost insultingly so. sure, he'd played the part as her classmate, her peer, and maybe even to her a friend (a thought which was disgusting to himself) . . . but she had been so daft to think she would live after discovering things that were none of her business. really, it would've been better had she pretended to have never remembered - she'd had those memories revoked of her for a reason. even though, sure, lelouch might've still accepted her, there was absolutely no way it would've been good for him - lelouch would've let his feelings get in the way. therefore, rolo had to make the decision at that time - and he'd made the right decision. all lelouch needed was him - he was the one ( ... )
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It's been some time since I last saw you! Welcome to Somar- [ a well-timed pause ] -is that blood? Is everything alright? [ followed by feigned concern.
time to play another game, miss fenette, and i'll be knocking your piece out once again. ]
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She can't remember, how she got this wound. She can't remember exactly how she came to lay bleeding in Lulu's arms, his tears trickling onto her face as if to try to keep her awake and alive ( ... )
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...Rolo.
It practically hits her like a ton of bricks, when his face suddenly appears on her Dreamberry. He'd been the one...the very last face she saw, before Lulu found her, before the sudden, crippling pain took over--
It was his.
It was his...!
-- Wasn't it?]
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Um, hey. Are you alright?
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Shirley turns her attention to the brunette who approached her, and tries to give her a reassuring smile. Haha, this...really isn't her day--]
I-It's not nearly as bad as it looks. I promise.
[She manages to turn the smile into a grin.]
Sorry, if I worried you... [Though she has no idea what she's done to deserve a kind stranger's concern.]
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Oh! Are you new here? Is that why you look a little lost?
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[She looks down. The blood is still moist, but clearly drying...fff it would be a pain to wash out. Ah, but, not important, not important--]
Oh! Y-Yeah, well I...I don't really have any idea where I am right now. So I guess you could say I am lost...
[...And new.]
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Her wanderings had taken her a little farther from home than she had anticipated, but still not terribly far.
It seems like it was a good thing too, because she saw that familiar shade of hair before something clicked in her mind. She gasps and turns to look at Shirley, and immediately stops.
There are two things she's feeling right about now: shock and excitement. Shock, because she's covered in blood (is that all she sees anymore? Everyone bleeds, yes, but...). Excitement, because...it's Shirley.
She's alive again.]
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Shirley, you're here!
[Maybe it sounds a little childish, but she's so happy. Someone who had left her...was back again.]
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No big deal! After all, Shirley's a pretty common one. And she's just gotten here! They couldn't possibly be referring t--]
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Until she looks up and has reason for pause. Standing there is what looks to be Lelouch's persistent admirer, that girl he went into such a rage for, sending her at the Directorate like that. She tilts her head, amber eyes spectulating. It never ends, does it? All these aimless dead finding their way here among the others.
C.C. remarks casually, ]
Having some trouble?
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It almost feels familiar, but Shirley can't remember having met her. But then again, there's a lot of things she doesn't remember right now, so she can't really count on that. She will simply smile, and...attempt to answer her question without making a fool out of herself.]
Ah, n-no, I...I'm all right. I think I may have found somebody's phone, though. I-I have no idea how it got into my pocket like that...
[She doesn't look worried the wound; it's a nice change of pace from the looks she's been getting from a few others (though she does appreciate the concern), so Shirley does not see any need to bring it up directly.
She simply looks at the Dreamberry, as if searching for a name...]
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It's a dreamberry.
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A...Dreamberry?
[Well, she knows what a dream is, and she knows what berries are, though she has no idea what they make, when combined together. There's--a phone called a Blackberry, though, she supposes, so they must be related somehow, even if it's not a phone exactly.
She gives the Dreamberry a closer look.]
Are--are they very different? [They don't look like they are...]
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