[It was another day, another painfully dull and long class in which a crotchety old grant guzzler of a professor went on and on about his novel. Though today was special, as she just turned in a short story for Raft College community paper. It had been about a month since she last said her farewells to a place that she held close to her cold heart. It wasn't her home, it was her second home. Said second home's magic seemed to wear off and now she could remember it. How was that for spite? Well, she'd consider it spite, even if unintentional.
But she was at her home now, content on moving on.
Remember them and-wait what's this?
As she left the publishing studio, she felt something in her skirt pocket. Thinking maybe it was a dollar bill, she grabbed it.
Then she stood right there, at the gates of her new NEW home. Staring blankly at it and the world in front of her. She had no real expression, none at all. Was it shock? Who would know. But she literally stood there, zoning out, looking at her bracelet, before she made the heaviest sigh her lungs could muster.]
...Crap. Here we go again.
[That was it. That was ALL she could say.]
B:
[After the shock of getting basically kidnapped wore off, Daria found herself wandering around. She was diligently writing stuff in her notebook. Was she looking your way and writing stuff down? Trust her, it wasn't intentional. Daria, in actuality, was taking notes on all of the stuff she witnessed so far. The buildings, the advertisements, the housing, etc.
She had to make the most of it all if she was forced to live here. But it was likely that she was also focused enough in her own thoughts that she could've been writing stuff and she would bump into some poor soul. If that happened...Gah.]
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[It was another day, another painfully dull and long class in which a crotchety old grant guzzler of a professor went on and on about his novel. Though today was special, as she just turned in a short story for Raft College community paper. It had been about a month since she last said her farewells to a place that she held close to her cold heart. It wasn't her home, it was her second home. Said second home's magic seemed to wear off and now she could remember it. How was that for spite? Well, she'd consider it spite, even if unintentional.
But she was at her home now, content on moving on.
Remember them and-wait what's this?
As she left the publishing studio, she felt something in her skirt pocket. Thinking maybe it was a dollar bill, she grabbed it.
Then she stood right there, at the gates of her new NEW home. Staring blankly at it and the world in front of her. She had no real expression, none at all. Was it shock? Who would know. But she literally stood there, zoning out, looking at her bracelet, before she made the heaviest sigh her lungs could muster.]
...Crap. Here we go again.
[That was it. That was ALL she could say.]
B:
[After the shock of getting basically kidnapped wore off, Daria found herself wandering around. She was diligently writing stuff in her notebook. Was she looking your way and writing stuff down? Trust her, it wasn't intentional. Daria, in actuality, was taking notes on all of the stuff she witnessed so far. The buildings, the advertisements, the housing, etc.
She had to make the most of it all if she was forced to live here. But it was likely that she was also focused enough in her own thoughts that she could've been writing stuff and she would bump into some poor soul. If that happened...Gah.]
...Oops. Uh, sorry about that.