Phoebe | Phoibe | Radiance | "Gold-Crowned" (![]() ![]() @ 2011-03-06 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | gaz membrane, phoebe |
I want to run like fire | [Closed]
WHO: Phoebe, Gaz. If there's anyone else at Mordhaus in Baja, drop me a line! This is Phoebe's first visit out of Paris :)
WHAT: Meeting for the first time, music will most likely come up
WHERE: Mordhaus, Baja, California
WARNINGS: I don't know, but uh...will update!
Perhaps the most intelligent of the Titans, Phoebe had found herself at a befuddled loss as to how a manky old boot was supposed to transport her anywhere. One moment, and she'd been handed it, and another moment, the time was up. She stood still a moment, staring at the salesman, before she felt a harsh yank right around her navel and seemed to twist and spin and almost fly, landing in what was clearly a garden of the worst things imaginable.
On all fours in a generally relaxed outfit for the fashion town of Paris, a black little dress with proper accessories, her hair done in relaxed curls, with a top that showed her chest a bit, she found herself ready to hurl. Not only that, but the shapes of the tall bushes wasn't very welcoming, either. She swore she'd never seen a dinosaur made of plant life look more real than she one she looked up to find.
What else had she expected??
She finally managed to regain her balance and calm, hiked her purse over her shoulders, and adjusted a strap on her ankle before walking up to the closest door and speaking with security. Thankfully, the Wartooth matriarch had told them immediately, which was quite to hear. She was led inside and took a look around, noting the architecture. What she did note after that was the level and type of music being blared, which had her asking the security where the kitchen was.
A moment later and she'd down two Advil with a glass of water, bracing herself against the counter and trying to fight the oncoming headache of despair.