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Post by Lavinia on Mar 5, 2009 18:42:23 GMT -5
Lavinia frequently wandered down the streets of Paris in a very dreamy but intent fashion, eyes flickering with bird-swiftness up at coliseum-shaped clouds and over particularly mossy statues, then staring at people, or their eyelids, anyway, for most people did not like to find themselves gazing upon someone who was quite as freakish as she.
Normally this bothered her, but if she were self-aware all the time, Lavinia would have probably curled up in a hole somewhere and cried herself into a raisin several long centuries ago. No, she had to have some time to ignore life's little details.
Thus it was that, seeing a perfectly wonderfully-dressed young woman and her escort hurry out of a door of a nearby building - the young man looking sort of pasty and his lady looking distinctly confused - Lavinia slid in through the door before it shut, glancing around, for she did not often get inside buildings with Door Handles.
She remembered why the moment she heard the door shut loudly behind her, and she spun around, suddenly feeling the most awful sensation of Panic in her breast as she realized she'd have to have help opening the door to get out. Her stumps moved immediately to the doorknob and slid over it uselessly, and she glanced up at the ceiling despairingly.
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 3, 2009 16:28:41 GMT -5
After a while, as Lavinia began to become more and more panicked that no one was showing up for her to attempt to persuade to help her get out of the theater, Lavinia nervously crept further inside of it, hoping to meet someone once there.
The theater seemed empty. Lavinia had both hoped for and dreaded this. She did not want to interrupt rehearsals of any kind, but she did want to meet someone. She crept through the aisles of the theater and gingerly stepped up onto the stage (being unable to rest her hand on a staircase railing, she had never liked stairs) as she continued trying to find someone.
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Post by Shilo on Apr 3, 2009 23:04:22 GMT -5
Her current situation still unresolved, Shilo had been (sneakily) staying at the Guignol, somehow managing to stay concealed from people. If anyone saw her during the day, she could play it off as being one of the theater's many visitors. She was starting to get worried, though. Her medicine was running low and she had no way of replacing it without going to her father...and she didn't know how to contact him in this place.
She wandered into the auditorium, pausing when she saw the dark-haired woman on the stage.
"Hello." She didn't recognize the woman, but if she was on the stage then she might be one of the actors...they had something of a high turn-over rate on the lessers.
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 4, 2009 13:40:43 GMT -5
Lavinia spun around, caught off guard by the sound of someone else's voice, and worried that, as she had not met this person backstage but rather seen them off-stage, she was going to be in trouble for something. Skitterish, she backed into a set of curtains, out-of-sight to someone in the audience, and made the very plainly audible sound of someone without hands tripping and failing to manage to catch hold of something to pick herself up and falling heavily onto the ground, at which point she cried out in sudden surprise more than pain. Or something like that.
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Post by Shilo on Apr 4, 2009 21:43:42 GMT -5
With a gasp at the noise, Shilo ran up the stairs to the stage and found Lavinia tangled up in curtains.
"Oh, no! I'm so sorry!"
She ran over to help her up, taking her by the elbow and carefully pulling her to her feet.
"I didn't mean to sneak up on you."
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 4, 2009 21:55:31 GMT -5
Lavinia was too dimly shocked by having fallen to pay attention to the fact that the woman had not freaked out at her appearance, or to consider that speaking to her telepathically might upset or annoy her. If not unsettle her. There was a 50-50 chance about these things in Paris, she found.
I'm not really supposed to be here, replied Lavinia by way of explanation, in a way that would have been mumbling if she'd been speaking out loud, her face becoming slightly red as though she'd been stumbling drunkenly about.
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Post by Shilo on Apr 5, 2009 2:16:26 GMT -5
Shilo wasn't really fazed by the missing hands...she'd seen odder, back in her world. The speaking-in-the-mind thing was a bit different.
"Oh, um, well...I'm not, either." She said, keeping her voice low.
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 5, 2009 11:32:46 GMT -5
Lavinia, even though she had technically been perfectly silent the entire time, caught the cue to be quiet and responded more softly - so to speak. Oh! She frowned, slightly puzzled. Not everyone got shut in when doors closed behind them. Why are you here?
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Post by Shilo on Apr 5, 2009 15:52:51 GMT -5
"Er, well...I got lost. I'm not supposed to leave the house but I somehow ended up outside. A nice guy helped me find this theater, but...I don't know how to get home from here."
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 6, 2009 16:36:05 GMT -5
Lavinia nodded as she listened, her thoughts attempting to be unobtrusive. Do you still have a home, then? It didn't occur to her that this might be an unkind thing to say. Lavinia's home had been gone a very long time, and even though she looked to be about 16, she was nonetheless very, very old.
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Post by Shilo on Apr 6, 2009 18:41:24 GMT -5
She bit her lip a moment, thinking.
"I...this'll sound weird, but I don't know. I was home, and then I walked outside and I was...in this city. I'm hoping it's around somewhere."
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 7, 2009 11:35:12 GMT -5
This sounded more alarming than weird to Lavinia, who had heard enough weird things to not quite know when they were weird or not anymore. It might not be, replied Lavinia very solemnly, eyebrows furrowing. She moved to place the end of her wrist on the young woman's shoulder in a poor sort of comfort. This city is something of a... a crossroads, I think.
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Post by Shilo on Apr 7, 2009 15:20:31 GMT -5
The no-hands didn't really bother her. She'd seen worse things on tv, and out of her window. But what Lavinia was telling her was the upsetting part.
"But, I have to get home...dad will go nuts when he can't find me, and I need my medicine...it's running out...and only dad knows how to make it..."
Don't panic don't panic don't panic
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 8, 2009 9:23:02 GMT -5
Lavinia was still very poor at comfort, and had gotten hysterical herself often enough to feel that hysteria could not be helped in the first place. Particularly when there was very little to be done. But Lavinia pulled her closer as well as she could by simply folding her arms and rubbed her back with the stump of her wrist. People do very well here, she thought, as reassuringly as she could. It is not like other places. But I am so sorry that you have lost your father.
She meant it.
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Post by Shilo on Apr 8, 2009 9:28:51 GMT -5
She hesitantly leaned into the hug.
"What'll I do when my medicine runs out? It's...it's dangerous if I don't have it...but thanks. About dad."
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