lotte karsten {christine daaé} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} still_lotte) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-05-11 22:14:00 |
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What: Meetings
Where: Red Horse Tea
When: This afternoon
Warnings: Doubt it.
It had been a whim that sent Lotte on a different path from the dance studio. She had a bit more energy than normal, thanks to the fact they’d barely danced that day – instead there’d been some procedures gone over for the performance as an unveiling of costumes. To say that the dresses were risqué was putting it lightly – even if they did go with the dances they’d been doing, Lotte simply hadn’t expected to be wearing a dress with a slit up to her hip and being too low on her chest. And of course with her spacing out as of late and her strange circumstances of joining the troupe, she couldn’t properly protest.
She’d taken off, her hood zipped up to her chin, and her bag slung over her shoulder. Taking a different path allowed her to at least take her mind off of her indignation, simply by distractions. She slowed to a meandering walk, slipping into a few shops along the way, browsing for a few minutes before slipping out again. It wasn’t the best method of distracting her mind, as she kept looking over her shoulder when someone tall passed her but at least she was more worried about bumping her bag into a display than a dress out of a Schumacher film. (And she meant that in the worst, most lewd way possible. Versus terrible singing, which didn’t necessarily exist through all of his work.)
By the time she passed the Red Horse Tea Shop, Lotte’s pace had become more of a trudge as she edged away from each person who got too close. Her eyes fell on the sign and she paused, letting the city’s crowds move around her. It rang a bell, but where had heard of it before? She frowned, biting her lip slightly before heading in. Really, a tea shop couldn’t be resisted – all she had left was some chamomile, which she really wasn’t that fond of. She paused inside the door for a moment, taking in the whole shop before heading to the wall where the different teas were. A faint smile crossed her face as she read the different names, moving down the wall.