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Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-24 00:22:00

Entry tags:

christine daaé, meg giry, phantom of the opera, plot: omega, plot: tempus

Who: Bran, James and Lotte
What: Operation Rent
Where: Around Paris
When: Day 3
Warnings: Awkwardness, glaring, etc

Bran and Lotte had returned to their shelter to find that neither Brian nor Lucas had returned, so the stale bread and other meager food they'd found was enough - for two people, at least. He still wished he'd found a better weapon and resolved to go out looking again in the morning, but for tonight the knife would have to do. The night passed sleeplessly once again, although Erik did let him sleep for a combined total of two hours overall; apparently watching over Lotte was still more important than fighting off exhaustion.

As their third day in Paris dawned, he tried to find some water while she slept and only succeeded in finding a small pool of what might have been rainwater, or perhaps something spilled from a bottle. He felt like an animal, crouched on the dusty ground and lapping it up, but it was either degrade himself or die of thirst.

Once Lotte was awake they headed out again, still caught in a silence that had become more awkward than tense in the last twenty-four hours.

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ex_peepshows656
2010-06-24 06:42 am UTC (link)

James had slipped out of the wine shop that morning, before anyone could chastise her about wandering the city alone. Anyone besides Meg, who seemed to be on a constant stage of disapproval. The girl's voice felt extremely loud and sharp as it rattled between James' ears, but that might have just been the exhaustion. Her rest had been fitful over the past days, and James was beginning to come to terms with the fact that she might have been the only one from her tale here. The others at the wine shop seemed to be missing people as well, and that gave James some hope. Maybe they were the only ones transported here. Or maybe she'd just slipped off of the stage in her lucite heels and was in a coma. Although surely her imagination, even comatose, was a little too stunted for this degree of realism.

With Meg's occasionally helpful assistance in translation, James approached an elderly woman with a well bucket of water, and drank enough to at least stave off dehydration. She tried not to think about food, which was fairly easy as she walked further into the city. Everything was dirt and chaos, the last thing on her mind was a sandwich. Aside from being away from the hospital, she could have been any local nurse. Her white linen dress and apron seemed strangely out of place in the blood caked streets.

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still_lotte
2010-06-24 06:55 am UTC (link)

Lotte had never liked shutting down and being quiet, but it had been a survival technique from when she was younger. Stop telling people about the voices and they wouldn't think you as crazy - stop trying to be something other than the youngest child in Valerie's house and life would be easier. It applied easily enough now. She stopped talking, mouth shut unless it was to give Bran a short answer. At least she had Christine to distract her - the other girl was inquisitive and at least good at keeping her mind off bad things. Memories were passed back and forth, pausing for clarification on certain issues - had he really looked like that? had she really said that on that day?

It kept her mind off what was around her and the fact that despite the little she'd eaten before, she was still hungry and her mouth felt dry. Her eyes glanced stayed on Bran's back as he led the way through the streets, not wanting to see the bodies on the ground. They were worse now - few had clothes and most had been trampled afterwards. Each glance at them was enough to make her want to heave.

Christine was a bit more curious though - and Lotte could readily admit, she was somehow braver. She pushed Lotte to look around on occasion, still in hope that somehow Raoul would show - or maybe Brian or Lucas from before. It was on one of those sweeping glances, to appease the voice in her head that Lotte saw James. Before she could stop herself a hand went to Bran's arm, tugging at his sleeve to stop him.

"JAMES!" She didn't care about who looked in the street - people weren't attacking now and reuniting was common. Lotte took off, pulling up her skirts as she did so. "James- James - Oh god, you're here." Once close enough, she threw her arms around the other woman, hugging her tightly.