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Lucca Walken ([personal profile] sweepers) wrote in [personal profile] dreamer_ryoko 2024-08-28 01:36 am (UTC)

Introductions

[Wherever the hell they ended up at, it hardly mattered. It was all the same in the end. They were stuck here and there was no way to go back home... Yet. There was no way she was going to sit down and do nothing about it, after all. For now, she was just biding her time until she found a way, checking possibilities as they came her way.

It had been a week or two now, having -- mostly -- settled in enough to the locale when she came across an anxious-looking man searching for information himself. Choosing not to approach him right away, she simply studied him, gauging what to expect. A prim and proper guy who clearly cared about his outward appearance. Honestly, he reeked of authority. Not that she couldn't possibly know that firsthand, but she had seen plenty of authority figures in her short lifetime. It's all she ever saw while living with Carl. Corporate suits who ran the world as she knew it. All corrupt sons of bitches when it came down to it.

But even if she didn't approach him, he decided to make that move first. Simply glancing at him as he approached, she had a polite smile back, careful to examine for signs.]


It sure is. A little weird to take it all in, but I've dealt with worse than this.

[And then a beat.]

Why so tense? It's not the most ideal place to be stuck in, but surely not something to be so troubled over either.

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