Primrose Everdeen (her_little_duck) wrote in house_logs, @ 2012-11-15 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !arrival, !open, primrose everdeen, sirius black |
Not Point Placid
Characters: Prim, Sirius
When: November 16, AM
Location: 2nd floor corridor
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Prim arrives
Status: Complete
Prim had been her way back into the apartment after school, her book bag slung over one shoulder. She had her lips parted to call a hello to Marvel before she realized the place she’d stepped into wasn’t her apartment. It wasn’t her room, or anywhere else familiar to her, and her greeting died in her throat. Her expression contorted slightly, and she looked around curiously. “Well, squirrels,” she muttered. She’d never really picked up the habit of swearing, and as such she was more inclined to simply use a random word in place of an expletive. Sliding her other arm through the dangling strap of her backpack to secure it, Prim began a slow exploration of the place she’d landed. Of course, memories of her time on the Orient sprang to the forefront of her mind, and she scowled slightly at the idea that she could be -- yet again -- kidnapped by something. Dark blue eyes played over the fountain in the foyer, a huge thing that nearly touched the ceiling. Water trickled down the sides, sparkling in the dim light of the room. For an uneasy moment, she was reminded of the Capitol, but she shook that off. That life was far behind her and long dead. Strolling along the hallway, Prim regarded the doors. Most of them had symbols. A few were blank, and a couple had names. She saw her own name on one of the doors, and somehow wasn't surprised. Shouldering open the door, Prim wasn’t the least surprised to find a netbook and a phone neatly settled in the center of the bed. She picked up the phone, and was again unsurprised to find a note there, and she shook her head slightly. “This is how I wanted to start my summer,” she muttered to the house. “No, really.” Prim ran her fingers through her hair, but there was nothing else to be done. She knew that well enough, didn’t she? She’d just go see if she spied any other familiar names, and go from there. Hiking up the stairs, which were a queer mish-mash of old and creaky for the first half, and utilitarian for the second -- like those at the school -- she continued her exploration. |