006 ~*~ In which loyalties are tested
May. 31st, 2011 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_so_great_wall[ Phone : Open ]
I had to go to work today. People are killing each other left and right and it was like nothing was different at school. [ Meiling's characteristic carefree nature is absent from her tone. The past few days have been hard on her, even in isolation, as she cannot escape the emotional aftermath of all this senseless bloodshed.
And the strangest part of this? She hasn't hurt a soul. ] I don't get it -- don't people care?
[ There is a brief pause. ] They had me clean up after a fight, too... [ You would think that wouldn't unnerve someone who has lived as long as she has, but... ]
I can't believe this place.
[ Her voice drops. ] What if I saw him there? I could've-- [ She cuts herself off with a sharp slam of the handset onto the receiver. ]
[ Action : 340 Brady Lane ]
[ Meiling stands at the edge of the property, the stone path behind her and strong fencing at her flanks. The concrete is cracked in a wide circle beneath her feet, as if someone had been trying to pound a heavy weight into the ground.
The post with the mailbox atop it? Distinctly absent. After receiving her letters today (there were two at once), and spying a third for Miss Patchouli, she had angrily ripped it from the ground and thrown it into the garage. When a drone had given her a questioning look, she merely smiled and waved it off stating she was doing "remodeling!", but she was all but happy about doing it.
She waited patiently and steadfast as always, with her stance wide and her arms crossed before her. There's something different about her. Maybe it's the lack of a smile. Perhaps it's a certain electricity in her blue eyes as they watch the road before her. Even her red hair is more radiant than it has been in months. It could be the light; it could be her conditioner. The truth is that Meiling is nearly whole again, and she'll need need every bit of that in order to do what must be done.
This cycle has to end.
If you approach, you'll still get a smile, but it will be somewhat forced. Empty. Distracted. ]
((OOC: Meiling made it to Round 4 without lifting a single finger. Calls may be before or after her confrontation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wizardoftheweek, but their action thread will definitely be last unless something happens with Hiccup or even Kurt!))
I had to go to work today. People are killing each other left and right and it was like nothing was different at school. [ Meiling's characteristic carefree nature is absent from her tone. The past few days have been hard on her, even in isolation, as she cannot escape the emotional aftermath of all this senseless bloodshed.
And the strangest part of this? She hasn't hurt a soul. ] I don't get it -- don't people care?
[ There is a brief pause. ] They had me clean up after a fight, too... [ You would think that wouldn't unnerve someone who has lived as long as she has, but... ]
I can't believe this place.
[ Her voice drops. ] What if I saw him there? I could've-- [ She cuts herself off with a sharp slam of the handset onto the receiver. ]
[ Action : 340 Brady Lane ]
[ Meiling stands at the edge of the property, the stone path behind her and strong fencing at her flanks. The concrete is cracked in a wide circle beneath her feet, as if someone had been trying to pound a heavy weight into the ground.
The post with the mailbox atop it? Distinctly absent. After receiving her letters today (there were two at once), and spying a third for Miss Patchouli, she had angrily ripped it from the ground and thrown it into the garage. When a drone had given her a questioning look, she merely smiled and waved it off stating she was doing "remodeling!", but she was all but happy about doing it.
She waited patiently and steadfast as always, with her stance wide and her arms crossed before her. There's something different about her. Maybe it's the lack of a smile. Perhaps it's a certain electricity in her blue eyes as they watch the road before her. Even her red hair is more radiant than it has been in months. It could be the light; it could be her conditioner. The truth is that Meiling is nearly whole again, and she'll need need every bit of that in order to do what must be done.
This cycle has to end.
If you approach, you'll still get a smile, but it will be somewhat forced. Empty. Distracted. ]
((OOC: Meiling made it to Round 4 without lifting a single finger. Calls may be before or after her confrontation with
wizardoftheweek, but their action thread will definitely be last unless something happens with Hiccup or even Kurt!))
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Date: 2011-06-04 04:11 pm (UTC)Well, maybe that's a silly thing to ask; Flandre's already doing that. All sudden and curled up on her side, too, and not caring about the dirt.
The whining sound has turned into more of a quiet mumble. Not really words.]
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Date: 2011-06-04 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 06:59 pm (UTC)Mm. No. Okay, I'll go... [ She suppresses a groan at the contact, but brings her hand away to pat Flandre on the head anyhow. Her body feels like lead, but she takes her hand back to help push off of the floor with all her might (though it's not much).
Maybe they can get their new drone-dad to help put her shoulder back in place... ]
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Date: 2011-06-04 07:52 pm (UTC)--oh, the person in question was moving. A little bit. Should she help? She messed up before...
Flandre does let go, at least, though she isn't sure how to proceed next.]
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Date: 2011-06-05 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-05 03:24 am (UTC)...oops. I guess I'll have to clean that up soon.
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:55 am (UTC)...she latches onto Meiling's side as soon as she stands up. Extremely helpful.
Hopefully that doesn't knock the gatekeeper over. Though the vampire wasn't exactly thinking of that.]