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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-01 13:26:00

Entry tags:

andy gallagher, complete, day 31, edward elric, group activity, laura moon, sarah jane smith

Who: Laura Moon, Edward Elric, Andy Gallagher, and Sarah Jane Smith (Posting Order TBD)
What: Group Activity - Skating
When: Day 31, Morning
Where: Commencing at Fitness Center
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Dropped

The problem with not sleeping, with neither being able nor needing to, was that time ceased to exist. Time, Laura had come to the conclusion, was a construct of the living, and among all of the living creatures in the universe, only humans really needed time. For Laura, undeath was just one long day; sometimes it was dark, sometimes it was light. She preferred the dark times, and she preferred to keep to herself when the light was up. The other problem with not sleeping was that you saw, literally, everything coming. Nothing was really a surprise. You couldn't wake up in an unfamiliar place, and you couldn't be awakened by a visitor first thing in the morning. With that in mind, it was not difficult for one to understand why Laura was fairly unsurprised when the golem arrived.

Laura had taken the note, read it, and looked up at the stone being. "Seriously?" she had asked, brows arching. It had simply nodded in reply, and, resigning herself to her sentence, had gone along with him. There was no fight, no fleeing, no real resistance. She wasn't about to fight the golem when there was absolutely nothing better that she had to be doing. The fact of the matter was that she wasn't sleeping, she didn't have any plans, and was, therefore, apathetic towards the whole situation. Laura Moon had enjoyed skating in life; maybe she'd still be good at it. The only part of the situation that rubbed her the wrong way was that she had to be out in the daylight. Hopefully her group would be an oblivious bunch and wouldn't notice her obvious physical failings. She could pass as human at night; in the daylight, though, it was difficult for her to pretend to be even remotely well. People liked to pick at her pale, almost bluish complexion and the permanent dark circles under her eyes.

The golem led her to the fitness center and showed her where the equipment was located. As was the planet's custom, she found a pair of rollerblades that fit her perfectly and strapped them on. She ignored completely the pile of knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards and helmets. While she didn't necessarily heal from damage that was inflicted upon her, she certainly wouldn't feel the pain of a break if she fell, and she would not bleed by any means. The likelihood of her falling was also slim. She stood up effortlessly and immediately began skating small circles around the area, waiting for 'her group' to show up. There was no need to put a dead woman with superhuman speed on wheels, but the planet had, apparently, seen the irony in the situation. She could definitely appreciate that.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-05 09:26 am UTC (link)

Laura skidded to a stop when she heard the others. Standing in the middle of the rink, a distance away from them, she surveyed the crowd. An older woman. It didn't seem that she was doing so well. It wasn't that she was doing poorly, but she certainly didn't have skating down to a science or an art just yet. She had to admit, however, that the woman's leaning against the wall was intelligent. After a short time of leaning, it was highly probable that she would be perfectly able to stand on her own two feet and skate around.

This intelligent and gentle woman stood out, then, in sharp contrast with the dark haired man. That, she thought, would have been a nasty spill. She could get there in time to keep him from falling, but she didn't want to go around touching people. L had figured out that she was deceased in a matter of moments. He was the only one who had ever figured it out other than her husband, late husband? former husband?, who knew it to be true. Still, he reminded her of Shadow somehow. There was a toughness, but there was also a vulnerability. Laura paused her thoughts and skated a little closer, still staying a way off. She was as still as a statue when she stood on skates, not the slightest wobble in her frame. Ah, yeah, she knew the dark haired guy, at least from the journals. Did it happen often that people met there first and then met each other?

The blond was next on her list. A child. Were there lots of children here? How could the planet think that taking children was a good idea? Surely their parents would miss them. Laura was twenty-seven, and she had seen how her mother, who had disliked and disapproved of her in life, defended her and cursed people for her and cried over her. It was bothersome. Who was going to take care of the children? It was turning into Lord of the Flies all over again. Fortunately, these children had something that those in the novel didn't: an overprotective dead woman roaming the island.

Skating closer to the woman and the man, she stopped again, several yards from them. "Do you need help?" she asked, her voice cold, emotionless, and completely lacking personality. Some would say it sounded disinterested, but Laura wasn't even lucky enough to sound bored. It was a distant monotone with no real meaning behind it.

Another flick of her eyes to the door. It wasn't opening. It didn't seem that L was in this group.

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