Selene (![]() ![]() @ 2009-07-11 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, day 15, location: carnival, remy lebeau, selene |
Who: Selene and Gambit.
What: The vampire is finally free, or so she thinks.
Where: The Carnival, outside the Tunnel of Love.
When: Day 15, 12:00 PM.
Rating: PG-13 for likely swearing, could change.
Status: Complete.
It was with a start that Selene came to, all senses on high alert after all she had been through over the last four hours. And thank the gods, or whatever it was mortals found faith in, they hadn't taken away her sight again. Her hands dug into the dirt as she turned from her side and swiftly got to her feet, head snapping from one side to the other as she tried to take in her surroundings as quickly as possible. It was a small relief to be outdoors. If she saw another small room it would be too soon. But this was not a place she recognized, even if she did know the names for the scenery scattered around her.
As she moved to walk one of her boots brushed something solid, making her glance down, and the vampire bent to pick up the small box that had been beside her. Her brows furrowed and confusion grew when she opened it and surveyed the contents. "What the hell..." she murmured to herself, hesitating a moment before plucking the objects out and stashing them in various pockets inside her trenchcoat. They had no immediate use to her but that didn't mean there was no use. Things were most definitely not as they seemed and it was making her turn to caution, and caution said not to discard anything. The box, however, she left.
Only after she started walking did she think to look to the sky, eyes squinting slightly at what sunlight seeped around the clouds. Her shoulders tensed but she brushed aside the deeply ingrained instinct to seek shelter. Unless the sun was made of something different here it could not harm her. That was what she had to tell herself. It was still a bit unsettling, in light of her close call with the fire that morning. Or at least, she assumed it had been morning. Her hands went to her empty hip holsters out of habit, wishing not for the first time she had a gun, even an unloaded gun, to bring her some small measure of comfort. Looking around again, she headed toward some of the empty booths, figuring it couldn't hurt to see if there might be anything of use around. This was unfamiliar territory, and the vampire would explore systematically, just as she did when they used to hunt lycans out in the forests. If she came across anyone she would deal with them as necessary.