Sara Lance (cantgohome) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2014-03-09 10:59:00 |
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Sara had been through a lot in her short life, but this place certainly took the cake. Even the island hadn't been this bad. At least there she knew what she was fighting for. Here she had no idea who was really behind it or how to get home. Of course the worst part for her was the lack of control. Of course there was also the fact that she had a lot to get on with back home. She wanted to help save her friends, so she could move on with her life. It seemed like she had been dealing with a level of guilt forever. She had been the reason a lot of the people in her life had lost so much. Of course she had never meant for any of it to happen, but the fact that it had was something she couldn't change. If she could go back in time and take it all back she would, but of course that wasn't an option. Since she was stuck here she decided it would be better to try and blend in for now. Drawing attention to herself before she had to probably wouldn't end well for her or for any other friends she may have here. So, at the moment she was in the tent training. It seemed like something she should be doing in this place. She had to practice to keep in shape for the show, after all. Of course that had turned out to be the worst idea she could have, because she ran into someone she had never thought she would see again. Right when she was working on a new back hand spring Shado walked into the tent. Sara moved back slightly, her eyes going big. How was this possible? Sara had seen her die. She thought for sure that this place was some kind of punishment for her now. She couldn't even speak. For the longest time she just stared. |