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maskormenacelogs2014-02-14 11:36 am
icelated) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-02-14 11:36 am
INTRO(verted)
WHO: elsa and OPEN
WHERE: wandering around heropa's residential area.
WHEN: february 14th
WHAT: trying to get acclimated. summers can get warm in arendelle, but it's never this humid.
WARNINGS: idk i might do ice puns
[there's a part of her that still thinks this to be a dream. what happened back home, what's happening right now, and while her fingers pressing against the foreign markings on her arm are some physical means of keeping her rooted in the here and now, she's still sure she'd wake up.
they had dropped her off in front of where she, supposedly, was meant to live, and while the calming serenity of four walls and a door would be welcomed, right now she needed air. nevermind her accidentally bumping into anyone, a quick glance-over of the strange invasive paperwork proved they seemed to know enough about her, and she had dropped her file on the front lawn of her house, the spine of it wet with melting ice.
but she's clutching the strange square device, mostly as a means of giving her something to hold on to as she walks a graceful yet hurried pace around the neighborhood. to an insider looking out she's a bit overdressed to be going for a noon jog, outfit glittering in the sun, and should she accidentally pass anyone on her frenzied walk they'd probably feel an uncharacteristic cool breeze cut through the usual heavy Florida air.]
WHERE: wandering around heropa's residential area.
WHEN: february 14th
WHAT: trying to get acclimated. summers can get warm in arendelle, but it's never this humid.
WARNINGS: idk i might do ice puns
[there's a part of her that still thinks this to be a dream. what happened back home, what's happening right now, and while her fingers pressing against the foreign markings on her arm are some physical means of keeping her rooted in the here and now, she's still sure she'd wake up.
they had dropped her off in front of where she, supposedly, was meant to live, and while the calming serenity of four walls and a door would be welcomed, right now she needed air. nevermind her accidentally bumping into anyone, a quick glance-over of the strange invasive paperwork proved they seemed to know enough about her, and she had dropped her file on the front lawn of her house, the spine of it wet with melting ice.
but she's clutching the strange square device, mostly as a means of giving her something to hold on to as she walks a graceful yet hurried pace around the neighborhood. to an insider looking out she's a bit overdressed to be going for a noon jog, outfit glittering in the sun, and should she accidentally pass anyone on her frenzied walk they'd probably feel an uncharacteristic cool breeze cut through the usual heavy Florida air.]
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But, you shouldn't look so glum. Cuties like you look better when you're smiling. Anyway -- [He reached up to fix his sleeping mask, bringing up a little walkway of ice for himself to ride his bike on, leading towards a nearby lake between the apartments and the offices down aways.] C'ya.