Elena (rookieturk) wrote in midgarcity, @ 2012-06-30 06:15:00 |
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Dollet was so unlike anyplace Elena had ever been before. The streets were quaint and made of cobblestone; the sky blue and air fresh. Even the people were something of an oddity when compared to what she was accustomed to. Citizens of Midgar had an inherently brusque nature. Here men, women and children milled about with pleasant smiles on their faces. An accidental bump didn't lead to curse-laden accusations. She watched two people bow and exchange apologies with the shock and awe of a tourist, witnessing something truly amazing for the first time.
She felt like she had somehow landed back in time, to a perfect world as dreamed up by the likes of June Cleaver. Her mouth opened in a soundless O and she grabbed for Basch's hand, as if to draw the whole 'debacle' to his attention. Elena then realized that he'd been here before, and good manners were by no means a new concept to the judge. Feeling silly, she quickly wracked her brain for something more significant to say. "My legs are still all pins-and-needles from that train ride." She commented. The car she managed to secure for their sudden trip was lavish and expansive, but no measure of luxury would fully mask the natural bumpity-bumping along of travel by locomotive. "Feels good to stretch them again."
Unwittingly, her hand lingered within his own. Ever since his official declaration of freedom, she committed these little acts of public affection with growing frequency; agonizing less over the exact nature of their relationship than she used to. Larsa had been returned to safety and Basch was no longer a wanted man, removing most deliberation over right and wrong as a result. It gave her some liberty to simply feel happy. Even the concept of finding joy in something that wasn't the latest advancement in modern weaponry, or the potential for recognition at work, was both strange and wonderful.
Extracting a carefully folded slip of paper from her purse, she skimmed over the address written on it. The pair eventually found themselves in front of a neat two-story building with a chandelier in the lobby and walls lined with clean windows. A sign above the door read: Dollet ezStorage The sight prompted a smirk and a shake of the head. "Is everything here so nice?" she wondered. "If your mother bought a unit in Midgar, it would be in some shady warehouse along the outskirts. Assuming it didn't get broken into and cleaned out, some bum might have taken up residence inside." Moving forward and grabbing for the door handle, she fell into a slight blow while gesturing within. Either she was playfully mocking him or the polite air of Dollet was rubbing off on her. "After you, good sir!"