Jyn Erso (![]() ![]() @ 2017-09-01 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * chel, r: grace rojas |
WHO: Grace Rojas
WHEN: This afternoon.
WHERE: The vault at the Bank.
SUMMARY: Grace gets a strange present.
WARNINGS: None.
There had only ever been a few shifts at the bank which Grace would call worthy of words like fascination or even interest. Typically, a shift was full of the same detailed - if rote - activities that went with keeping track of money. Toward the end of her shift, however, she'd received a call from her father. Stardust, he said. For that was what he called her. Stardust, visit safety deposit box number 0909. Take the blue velvet bag. What's in it belongs to you. Calls from her father were never that exciting. Generally it was comments about the weather, how she should consider more classes, how he wanted to see his grandchildren. But this call was enough to stir her from her seat. She went back to the vault, entered and pulled out the right safety deposit box. Thankfully, she'd been able to pull the right key and she unlocked it. The only item in the box was the strange blue velvet bag. There, on the unassuming wooden table, she gently opened the bag and let the contents slide into her waiting palm. It was a necklace. One with a slender, clear stone bound in what looked like silver and leather with a chain. It caught strangely in the vault's half-light. She unclasped the necklace and put it on, dropping it beneath her blouse. Upon hitting her skin, she staggered back a pace and blinked back an image. Hands pressed into the silty earth, grass swaying about her, raised voices. A man in white speaking roughly to her parents. Then, a crack. Grace stood back up, pocketing the blue velvet and quickly replacing the safety deposit box. This could be interrogated later. Or better yet, not at all. |