miss charlotte wells; meteor of the hour (queenofpretend) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-05-18 12:24:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !jumps: victorian london, character: charlotte wells, character: doc holliday |
Who: Doc Holliday & Charlotte
What: First time introductions
When: Plot Day 1, Afternoon
Where: Hotel Lobby/Lounge
Warnings: Oh dear...
Status: Closed; In Progress
Charlotte found an updated version of an old favorite in her closet. The jewel tones of the bodice and skirt remained the same colors, loud and attention calling, but the shape of the skirt shifted from sides to back, and the details and the neckline had been altered. This was sort of walking dress a rich man bought his mistress and she was pleased to see there were other fine things to wear, more familiar than what the others who regarded her a strange and primitive amusement wore. Charlotte's jewelry was also just a little too boastful.
The hats she was less certain of, and so she left them behind. Her hair was styled about a hundred years out of date, but she had not yet been outside to know her error.
It seemed hers wasn't the only wardrobe that changed. Charlotte saw Molly's had as well. She didn't have much affection for her roommate, and may have been a little too satisfied leaving the room and Molly to fend for herself.
The lack of electricity and running water was all very familiar. It was comforting to her, in a strange way, and also made her feel like she was no longer at a serious disadvantage. She walked down the hallways with confidence, especially when she saw the streets of London, still recognizable, outside the hotel.
Her PDA remained the same and though she knew how to get in and out of her room, after the dream she had, she thought maybe it could do more. She'd ask Negan. Charlotte didn't dwell on the strangeness of the dream, most of the memory had faded-- at least the parts she had most wanted to hold onto did. Her dreamself had known all about life in the future, but Charlotte did not. The feeling itched at her. She'd learn more about her little key device and perhaps that would do away with the feeling of inadequacy that hounded her.
But Negan wasn't in his room. Maybe he had gone out or was elsewhere in the hotel. She would have to track him later. Until then she could get a spot to eat. The kitchen was on the second floor and looked like it belonged in a palace, larger than any she'd ever seen and well stocked. Charlotte found some cherries, eating them one by one and seeing how far she could spit the pit, hitting the wall next to the entry way each time despite being constricted by her clothing, daring anyone who came in to lecture her over her wicked behavior.