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Caspian X (caspianseafarer) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-05 11:54:00

Entry tags:

arrival, bella swan, caspian, complete, day five

WHO: Caspian and Bella
WHERE: A wall on the edge of the city
WHEN: Sunrise, Day Five
WHAT: Pondering existence/Bella's arrival
RATING: PG
STATUS: Complete

Caspian sat on a low wall at the edge of the city as his second day in this strange land dawned. His arrival hadn't been as traumatic as others' had been, that was for sure. He'd been at the end of his life, and expecting to spend his days in peace and idleness, a reprieve from the life he'd lead as a man. Instead, he was brought to a strange land, where yes, there was relative peace, in that there was no death, but the entire land and its inhabitants were prisoners.

It was a lot for him to take in. A lot for him to process. Did the King go back to his life before, battling evil and righting as many wrongs as he could? Being the leader that this world clearly needed, as the one they had was more of a jester than anything else?

Caspian didn't have the answers to those questions, and at any rate, who would follow a man who looked like a boy? So he just sat there on the wall, looking out at the sunrise, trying to find the peace he craved.

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caspianseafarer
2009-04-06 10:52 pm UTC (link)

She was right, Caspian had no idea what e-mail was, and gave her a quizzical look. "E-mail?" he repeated, looking interested, but definitely confused. He thought it odd that she called her father by his first name, but then again, there were many things about other worlds that he did not understand, so he'd just have to adapt to the idiosyncrasies of them. "I wish I could help you further. The only thing I could suggest would be to attempt to make it through the Labyrinth and possibly win your freedom. But that's not even a guarantee." That, and if the girl was truly as clumsy as she seemed, she wouldn't last two minutes, but he was polite enough to keep his mouth shut on that assessment.

And they were up to discussing the weather. Caspian winced a bit and then nodded. "Better than cold?" he said, making it mostly a question. "It's not unlike my home, actually. A bit more humid."

He checked her key again and smiled. "You're in my dorm, just up the stairs. I'll leave you with the number of my quarters and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to knock," he offered politely, opening the door to the E dorm and letting her go through first before following. "You're in two-three-nine," he said, passing her the key and gesturing to the stairs. "The rooms leave something to be desired, but they're better than camping on the grounds."

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_bella
2009-04-06 11:10 pm UTC (link)

"Mail...essentially. Letters." Bella explained quickly, giving him an apologetic look. She perked considerably though when he mentioned that she might be able to win her freedom by solving the labyrinth. Sure, that would probably be near impossible, but it would be worth a shot, right? Besides, what was the worst that could happen? She'd suffered broken bones and bruises before.

Little did Caspian know, weather wasn't just a point of small talk for Bella Swan. She craved the sun--it was better than any drug for her, and it was the one advantage this place had over Forks. There was no rain, no clouds, and it was warm. She might even get some sleep...if she could actually get to sleep. "It reminds me a lot of where I grew up." She nodded, "A place called Arizona." She guessed that he would never have heard of it. "It's nice."

When they reached E dorm, Bella followed him in dutifully, giving him an appreciative look when he mentioned he lived there too. That was good, it made things less... lonesome in a way. "Thank you." She said earnestly, pasuing to take the key back from him. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me this morning. " She gave him a genuine smile and then turned, looking up the stairwell that would lead to her new room. "I'll see you around?" She said, turning back to him for a moment and then heading up to her room. She got there as directed and when she tried the key it fit. Inside was a sparse room, as promised, her threadbare blanket from Charlie's house spread out over the bed, the thin curtains from the morning hanging limply in this new place. Closing the door behind her she slid her backpack to the floor, took a seat on her bed and finally gave herself a moment to let a few quiet tears fall while she wondered what exactly she was going to do.

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