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Apr. 23rd, 2010

[info]lipstickhearts
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[info]lipstickhearts
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Evie Bailey had been bored to tears for about an hour now. Sometimes hacking got incredibly tedious when she didn't find anything of interest. And given her current job with the U.S. Government, opening up World of Warcraft and deciding to do a raid while she was supposed to be working would probably be frowned upon. She wouldn't be surprised if they managed to block her from accessing it from the computer and she'd be forced to try and hack her way through that. As much as she'd love to do that, it sounded like too much work. She figured she'd get to talk to her best friend some other time, hoping that she wasn't bogged down with finals.

When her stomach growled, Evie figured maybe it was time to take a break and try to find something to eat. She might be a slave to the system for a while, but it didn't mean she sacrificed her eating habits because the government wanted her to log so many hours. Fuck that, she wasn't born in America! She was just a citizen now because they needed her. She did things by her rules. So she did what any hungry person would do: go in search for something to eat.

As she searched for something to eat that didn't look like someone with the tastebuds of a boring person picked it out, she thought of how much she wanted to be anywhere but here. She liked the pay, loved getting to do something for a living that she was actually interested in but oh, did she need a break. She was young! She needed to have a little fun in her life! So it seemed that the thoughts of wanting to get away triggered something to happen. Instead of searching for something to eat, she was now in an unfamiliar place.

"Oh, sick! Is this some kind of a 'wish I may, wish I might' kind of thing here..?" Evie couldn't help but question it, since if she suddenly found herself transported somewhere because she simply was thinking about not wanting to be at work, she wondered if there were other things she could make happen. Or maybe she just snapped from all the loneliness and stress of her job and suddenly she'd be needing to go to the nut house.

Apr. 22nd, 2010


[info]ladysummoner
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One minute Yuna was in the arms of the stranger and the next she was all alone in the Farplane. The despair of feeling completely alone had started to overwhelm her. And the moment she thought it was about to take her over, she could have sworn she heard a whistle. A familiar whistle she had been waiting to hear for far too long.

But instead of returning to a place she recognized, the former summoner was now surrounded by even more strangers.

Oh my, how did I find myself here? I need to get back! Everyone will be so worried about me... but, I can't help but wonder... if... I can find anything about... him here. But, it's been so long. Should I finally give in to the fact he will always just remain in my memories?, her thoughts began to run rampant. Honestly she didn't want to give up on her dream. Not yet. He promised when she needed him he'd be there...

"Okay!," Yuna finally exclaims to no one in particular once she sorted out her inner-doubts. She wouldn't let it get her down. First she had to find out where she was and how to get home. The rest could wait until she was home in Spira again. Maybe she'd even get lucky enough and find some spheres around here to bring back to Rikku and Paine!

Confidence returned in her steps, Yuna walked toward the bar in order to ask around about what had happened to her. Surely someone here could help her.

Apr. 21st, 2010

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Sabriel was a young man who didn't know a damn thing about the world outside of the "real world" he existed in. Aside from the things that came up in a book he read, a comic, a video game he played or a movie he saw, the unknown was pretty much.. unknown to him. He wasn't the guy who thought about if aliens were real or if there were other dimensions out there. The world around him was what existed and he was chill with that. Then again, he didn't think about much beyond pretty girls, the occasional frat party and trying to make sure he got to his classes on time. And preferably coherent. Sometimes he'd pass out in the back of the classroom and one of his buddies would have to nudge him awake, but that was harmless. Expected, even.

After a long day of trying to absorb last minute knowledge for his finals coming up, he could think of no better way to spend the rest of his day than chilling out in his apartment with a little bit of herbal refreshment. He'd round it off with a round of video games and probably call it a night. However, instead of walking into his apartment when he opened the door, he found himself in an unfamiliar setting.

"Whoa." He looked around in a confused manner, trying to figure out where the hell he was. "Uh, I didn't smoke too much yesterday, did I..?" He wondered, since his apartment was suddenly not his apartment. Instead it was what looked like.. a cafe. Did one of his roommates decide to change things up or something? Or did he walk in the wrong building? The possibilities were endless with Sabriel.

Apr. 20th, 2010


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[info]toolwench
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Dark hair, average height, average build, and grumbling in annoyance under her breath, Alana was hardly a terrifying sight. Of late though, she'd had most of the Jube Hotel in Miami ready to run for cover the moment they realized she was headed for them. "MARCY!" she bellowed, a voice meant to carry over the chatter in a crowded lobby. Only then did she look up, partly scowling, from the stack of papers in her hands.

And her jaw dropped. "Uh, sorry..." she mentioned to the eyes that had turned in her direction. This was not the lobby. She glanced behind her, then ahead, and found herself baffled. What the heck was all this?

Moving out of the way of the door to let someone passed, Alana moved into the cafe proper and plopped down on the first seat that she came to. Something was seriously screwed up here.