Albany O'Connell (firebyaccident) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2014-08-08 13:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, albany o'connell, bailey valderra |
WHO: Albany and Bailey
WHEN: August 8th; Afternoon.
WHERE: Halls of Mystic Veil
WHAT: Ally is lost. The meeting of shy/damaged sweethearts ensues.
RATING: Low unless someone decides to mess with them.
STATUS: Ongoing/Open to any! Just let us know :)
Trying not to draw attention to herself was next to impossible normally, given Albany's gloved hands and all, but when she was looking so hopelessly lost....well, she might as well be wearing a flashing neon sign. Perhaps 'Loser' should just be branded on her forehead. Sighing, she bit her lip, looking up and down the crowded halls for what seemed like the millionth time. People cast curious glances her way, some shaking their heads and snickering before walking away, others giving an uncertain look before continuing along too. Nobody stopped to offer aid, which Ally told herself wasn't their fault. She knew she could put off a 'Please don't come near me' vibe with her crossed arms, gloves, and uncertain expression. Maybe they were just answering her unasked request.
The sound of the warning bell caused her to groan, and the increased pace in the hallway resulted in someone knocking into her as she spun around. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Ally's tiny size and inherent clumsiness caused her to stumble, and before she knew it she was on the ground. Her bag had bounced a few feet away, and her books were strewn across the floor. Resigned to being late, possibly never finding her class at all, Ally began to gather her things slowly so as to avoid having her covered hands stepped on.
Maybe she'd get lucky and her teacher would understand. If she ever made it there, that is.