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[In the forest a man is just waking up to find himself sitting against a tree wearing nothing but the cotton white pants. When he fully awakes, his movements are slow and tentative as though expecting pain.]

What...where am I? Could this be Lost Jerusalem? Not exactly how I expected to see it...[He hadn't expected to be seeing anything. The darkness had fallen bringing a sense of peace with it, yet now he felt alive. Normal except-]

[There's a sudden hiss of pain as his back starts to protest.] Ah, what...? [When he reaches to find what is causing the pain he lets loose a sound of surprise] Feathers? Wings? [He leans forward letting his hand fall away from his back and onto a book.]

Hm? What is this? [He picks it up and flips it open.] How odd. It appears to be a...computer of some sort? In book form?

There appears to be more going on here beyond my understanding...

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Date: 2012-03-09 01:22 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (I am doll eyes)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
She takes his hand in hers; her grip is cool, her hand delicate and smooth to the touch. "You may call me Dru, Jin. Are you from the Far East? The Orient?"

She doesn't let go right away. It's pleasant to make conversation and pleasant to think about a welcome center that might offer an easy meal.

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Date: 2012-03-09 01:42 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (girl with the most cake)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
"I've never heard of that place. I was in Peking, once. Far, far from home, and it was all burning and fear." She releases his hand and performs a curtsy. "Far from my mother and my uncle and my sisters."

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Date: 2012-03-09 01:51 am (UTC)
bloodwaif: (to watch the stoic squirm)
From: [personal profile] bloodwaif
"I want them back. Here. My family. I've searched and searched and I don't feel them. Echoes. I feel echoes of them. But they're gone, now." She moans at the thought of it.

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Date: 2012-03-09 02:42 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (bad skin)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
But she has such an uneasy coexistence with civilization. Drusilla does need things from it. She needs family -- and, if they truly aren't about, she needs associates. A gang. And she needs proper clothing and baubles and all the things that make the world grand and lovely. And blood.

She turns to walk alongside Jin with a light, ethereal step. "We're hunting it together, then! In this forest. I love this forest, Jin. Listen to the trees. They're opening their veins. Soon they'll bleed away all that sticky sap, and won't the children be glad?"

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Date: 2012-03-09 01:55 pm (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (someday)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
"It's filled with sound. Screams. Many being dragged off by metal soldiers. One's wings torn sinew-from-bone. Martyrs' blood everywhere." Her voice has taken on a dreamlike quality, her eyes half-closed.

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Date: 2012-03-10 12:24 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (doll heart)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
"They drag you away, here." She shivers, violently. "And do horrible things to you in a dark cold room. Inquisitors."

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Date: 2012-03-10 01:09 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (big veins)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
There is silence, then a moan. Then: "That is all I can see. I cannot see more." Her shoulders slump, as though this has tired her. She seems almost unaware of the man beside her.

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Date: 2012-03-10 01:36 am (UTC)
bloodwaif: (to watch the stoic squirm)
From: [personal profile] bloodwaif
"Will. Will. I've always been a special child. The webs have always cleared for me. But not here. Here? This place?"

She pulls away from him and, without another word, starts walking daintily back toward the darkest part of the forest. The trip to the Welcome Center seems forgotten; the sun is a danger she will not risk.

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Date: 2012-03-10 02:08 am (UTC)
hismasterpiece: (girl with the most cake)
From: [personal profile] hismasterpiece
"Far to safety. Far to safety, and a clean frock. Farewell, Jin. Perhaps you and I shall play again one day." She continues on into the trees with quick, light steps.

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