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Helena Campbell (helenas_mask) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-03 14:58:00

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cathal, complete, day one, helena campbell

Day One - Exploring the Dorms
Who: Helena and Cathal
When: Day One, midday
What: Helena explores the dorms
Where: City of Illusions, dorm E
Rating: Minor swearing is possible
Status: Incomplete

Helena had been wandering for awhile before she finally worked out where the dorms were. She had got lost at first, the directions she had been given were way off, but had entertained herself enough with the strange surroundings. It looked, she was convinced, like the renaissance fair she had seen as a kid. A typical dream setting then, though she confessed not as appealing as the White Queen's City had been. She had stopped for a moment to try to get her bearings, then given up and just picked a random direction. She argued to herself that since it was her dream, then she should be able to find her way not matter what direction she picked. Amazingly, she ended up being right.

She reached the circle of buildings and stopped. There was a room number etched into the side of the key, telling her she was in the E dorm. Not 100% sure she was heading towards the right one, but going mainly on faith, she headed towards the closest building, her bunny slippers making a light scuffing noise as she walked.

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illusional
2009-03-03 09:57 am UTC (link)

Cathal was beyond annoyed. He was annoyed with is conflicting feelings, the audacity of not one, but two Kings thinking they had the right to do whatever they wished with him, and the fact that he was starving. He had a key and a book in his hands and he thought about refusing to do anything, but the thought vanished as quickly as it came. The thing to do would be to try getting out of this hellish place. No immediate answer to his problem came to him, so he had settled on figuring out where his room was and then finding something to satisfy his appetite.

But his features, normally expressionless, held a deep scowl that would set anyone on edge. His key read E 121, and while he didn't exactly have a map of the area or know where he was going, he was made for this, for finding his way and tracking things down. He was one of Johnny's men for pity's sake. He moved swiftly from one building to another until he found a larger set of buildings with letters clearly displayed on their outsides. Finding the E Dorm he skulked toward it and entered quietly.

He'd seen some interesting people, strange was probably more the word he would have used, but he hadn't taken the time to speak to any of the stranger looking ones. Even the girl he'd passed outside on his way in wore rabbits on her feet. He understood the idea of an animal pelt for use in keeping warm, but the entire head of said animal flopping around on one's foot seemed a little much. Standing just inside the door he allowed his eyes to adjust to the lighting inside and looked around.

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helenas_mask
2009-03-03 08:20 pm UTC (link)

Helena looked up at the young man that passed her, moving quickly as if he was in a hurry, (or just generally annoyed, she assumed). She caught the grimace he gave to her slippers, and she paused to examine them for a moment, agreeing silently with his look that yes, they were in need of replacing. Still, this man seemed to know where he was going, and Helena had no idea. Looks like her dream was providing her with yet another solution, so she jogged lightly to catch up with him.

"Excuse me," she called, reaching the door to the building. Realising he was standing just inside the door she gave him a slighly embarrased smile and lowered her voice to a more reasonable tone.

"Excuse me, do you know where the E building is?" she said, giving him her most innocent look. She found in dreams, not unlike real life, the innocent girl attack was the most effective.

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illusional
2009-03-04 11:19 am UTC (link)

He turned at the sound of the girl's voice and moved just before she would have slammed into the back of him. He glanced down at her, still annoyed and even more annoyed now that someone would want to talk to him. "Are you addressing me?" His brown eyes flashed dangerously. He wasn't normally this annoyed, but he was definitely out of his element and very worried at this change of events.

Her innocent look wasn't lost on him, and he could tell that it wasn't entirely real. "I believe this is the E building. Call me crazy, but that big "E" on the outside rather gave it away." He remarked without regard to her feelings. He didn't care if he hurt them or not. Better he did, then she'd stay away from him and she wouldn't ever be in danger from his father's magic. Now that he'd answered her question, he turned away from her and headed down the hall, checking the number on his key again.

His big grey cloak billowed behind him as he walked, revealing the insides that had various trinkets sewn into it. His hood was down, allowing a very good view of his tattood face.

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helenas_mask
2009-03-05 04:00 pm UTC (link)

"Ummm... yeah?" she responded to his first question. Helena could almost see the steam shooting out of this guys ears, but she fought the urge to giggle. He did look like he would be fair in a fight, although something about him made her know he wouldn't just attack her. Might ignore her though, and that wouldn't help her any. She bit her bottom lip lightly and stood up a little straigher.

At the mention of the large E, Helena rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. Just like her to miss something that blatant. He turned and walked away down the hall, and Helena waited for a moment before catching up to him again. He certainly had an interesting way of dressing, and she caught herself staring at the tattoos that seemed to stretch down past his neck. Blushing a little, she stopped herself from wondering just how far they extended.

Still with her diary and key in her hands, she shuffled after him in her slippers. "Do you mind if I tag along?" she asked, once again reaching his side. "Pingo always said I have no sense of direction.." she gave him a weak smile and raised her eyebrows, trying to make a connection. She couldn't help it. Helena was an entertainer. A clown at heart.

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illusional
2009-03-06 08:16 am UTC (link)

He could hear her scuffling after him and he frowned. He didn't want her around. He didn't want anyone around. He would put them all in danger, he was sure of it. He shifted his eyes to glance down at her as she joined him at his side. "The question is, do I have a choice?" He had a feeling that this one was going to be persistent. He didn't know who this "Pingo" was, and he didn't care. "Most girls have a lousy sense of direction."

His eyes glanced back up to catch the numbers on the doors they were passing and then looked down at the key in his hand to make sure he was going in the right direction. 121 was the room he needed. They'd just passed 115 and all the doors on the right side of the hall seemed to be the odd numbers. His room was just three more doors down, if he was correct, and he usually was. He glanced at her, but didn't say anything. Just looked back at his door and put his key in the lock. Although these keys were different from those he was used to (they were much smaller and thinner), he knew what to do with it and he unlocked the door.

The door swung open to reveal a room that was not exactly what he was expecting. But then, he didn't really know what to expect. It was sparsely furnished with a bed, a bedside table, a lamp, a dresser with a television on it, a table and a few chairs. He frowned, his brow furrowing. With a sigh, he reached for the door and closed it again without bothering to venture inside. It was strange, and he was happy enough knowing where it was. He didn't need to get familiar with the odd bedroom. "Well, what's your number?"

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helenas_mask
2009-03-08 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Helena just scoffed at his comment about her lack of direction. She dealt with comments like that before, but found that arguing with a shovanist was about as entertaining as headbutting a wall. Instead she poked her tounge out at him when his attention was diverted, and followed him quietly.

Just before he unlocked the door, he glanced down at Helena. She locked eyes for just a moment and her breath caught. There was something incredibly... intense about him. When he turned back to the door she pushed the thought away, putting it down to the tattoos that she could see under his hood.

Helena poked her head around to get a look into the room, but the man closed it again before she could enter. She stood shocked for a moment, then turned to him slightly huffy. Holding up the key, she read the etched number out loud. "109. We must have passed it." She turned away from him and headed off down the corridor, obviously irritated, or as irritated as someone could be wearing pj's and bunny slippers.

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illusional
2009-03-09 09:09 pm UTC (link)

She was angry. He couldn't for the life of him think why. He hadn't done anything more than glance into his room. Could she be angry because he hadn't let her inside? That thought amused him immensely. And her outfit amused him even more. She was walking down a hall with rabbit heads flopping around on her feet. She looked ridiculous. With a smirk on his face, he followed her back toward her own room.

His cloak billowed behind him and his hood slipped off of his head, revealing the tattoos that decorated his face and neck. His gait was swift and sure. He made a habit of tracking, and doing it silently. She wouldn't even hear him behind her and wouldn't have known he was there unless she looked back.

When they came to her room, he leaned against the wall outside of it, watching her. He wanted to make sure that her key fit the door. Perhaps then his obligation to help her would be done with.

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helenas_mask
2009-03-11 12:14 am UTC (link)

Helena reached her door and slipped the key into the lock. She made a humphing sound, since the seemingly rude man was not following her. It didn't make sense either. If this was her dream, then how come people of her own invention were so quick to get rid of her?

She brushed yet another niggling thought out of her head and pushed open the door. It didn't budge. She tried again, this time the door gave way a little then stuck. Exasperated, she turned to yell to the tattooed guy down the hall, to see if he would give her a hand. What she wasn't expecting was for him to be right beside her.

Helena jumped and clutched at her heart, dropping the journal in the process. She glared at him for giving her such a fright, and stooped down to pick up the book, noticing vaguely that there was now writing inside.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people," she retorted, defencive as she always was when caught off guard. She deliberately avoided eyecontact when she turned back to the door. "It's stuck," she said, jerking a thumb at the door, the key still sticking out of the lock.

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illusional
2009-03-11 07:35 pm UTC (link)

"I wasn't sneaking. It isn't my fault if you didn't hear me." He was trying, mostly in vain, to suppress a smile. He hadn't meant to startle her, but it had been kind of funny. He would have crouched to pick up the book she'd dropped, but she did it herself and saved him the trouble. His arms were crossed over his chest and he watched her huff yet again and point to her door, which was evidently stuck.

"Move aside." He nudged her slightly and then put his shoulder to the door, applying pressure. It didn't take a whole lot of exertion on his part before the door swung completely open. But to Cathal's surprise, he still felt as if he were leaning against the door. Furrowing his brow, he stepped back and put his hand to the open space. He couldn't put his hand past the inside of the door frame. There seemed to be some sort of invisible barrier there.

He glanced down at Helena for a moment and tried again. His own room hadn't prevented him from entering this way. His hand had been on the knob when he'd opened it and leaned inside to glance around. It was very strange magic that kept him from entering another's room. He tried his own magic against it and found that it did nothing but cause a slightly painful jolt to move down his arms. He dropped them and stepped away. It was apparent he wasn't allowed inside.

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