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got2haveasmith (got2haveasmith) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Fresh air. That was just what Sarah Jane had needed. After hiding in the museum for the last few days, the smell of fresh air was absolutely wonderful. Well, except for the odd stench that drifted by on the breeze every so often, the faint smell of death. She preferred not to think about that at the moment. Hopefully, since it didn't seem to be drawing any nearer to her, it wasn't a zombie out on the prowl.

The worst part about the last few days was the lack of sunlight, she'd decided. The little matches were hard to use properly when one couldn't see them. The strain on her eyes from this dim world was taking its toll, and Sarah knew she'd end up having to squint at her journal more often than not when the sun finally did decide to rise again. There was slightly more light outside than in, which also served as good reason to slip out for a moment or two. Reading journals was next to impossible inside; here it was only incredibly difficult.

She looked up from her book as a young man went through the doors of the museum and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She'd seen him skulking about before, but hadn't yet had a chance to introduce herself. "Hello there," she said, keeping her voice pitched lower than she usually would. She didn't want to startle him, after all.