Delphine Beauregard (forfrance) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-15 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | delphine beauregard, open |
Who: Delphine Beauregard and Open to anyone.
What: Feeling stranded.
When: Later on in the evening.
Where: Somewhere in the middle of the city.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete.
She was tired of the strange looks she was receiving from the people passing her in their bizarre garb. They looked ridiculous, and very British, and had no right to stare at her like she had three heads just because she was in a wheelchair. She shifted uncomfortably under their curious gazes. How she despised this place, it had to be England, it certainly wasn't France, someone would have helped her by now if it was. Not one single person had stopped to ask her if she was all right and needed assistance. It was strange, really because where she was from someone would have leaped at the chance to. While she wasn't full of herself, she really was nothing short of beautiful but the way her make-up was inconspicuously applied, she really did look ill. There was a slight pink colouring to her cheeks, but otherwise she looked as though she was suffering from some sort of Malady.
If there was one thing for certain, she had to get out of this area and find Jack Havock. It was quite obviously him who had arranged for her to be moved here, no self-respecting French man would have done so much to her. It didn't help her one bit that she had no idea how to navigate herself in the horrible, over-bearing contraption. She spotted someone off in the distance, staring at her quizzically and she frowned inwardly. Just ask if I need some help! she thought to herself in frustration.