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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
2009-03-09 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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