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Sunday, December 23rd, 2012 10:36 pm[Those awake at an early hour may notice something out of place. That something is a certain teenager, likely recognizable to many as one Luke fon Fabre, sprawled out in the middle of the street. It's not hard to tell one thing that's different about this Luke -- stretched out as she is, there's no mistaking the femininity of her body, even with her hair almost hiding her face. Somehow, despite her uncomfortable position (as if the hard surface wasn't enough, her right arm is pressed between her side and the ground), she looks to be fast asleep.]
[As the sun comes out, however, she begins to come to her senses. She stretches, or tries to, wincing with a pained whine as her arm scrapes against the ground; a moment later, her attention suddenly brought to her surroundings, she scrambles into a sitting position and then onto her feet.] Wha... Tear? [The name is mumbled as she looks frantically around her, tensed as if in preparation for a fight, although she hasn't thought to put her hand to her sword.] Tear... Tear! [She takes a few steps but stops, having no idea where to go or where she'd be coming from, stops stiffly.] Tear? ...Anise? Anise? [With each lack of response, she seems to grow more unnerved; her hands ball into fists, arms clutched tight to her side.] Ion? ...Jade? Dammit... Tear, where are you? [She curls in on herself a little more, though her eyes are still glancing around frantically, looking for someone she knows.] Where the hell is... this... [That last word fades on her tongue as her eyes lower to the ground, face scrunching in misery.]
[She stands there that way for a while, occasionally mumbling some thought that doesn't quite make it to real audibility.] You... You said you'd take me home... You can't just... Dammit... [And that's likely how you'll find her: hunched over in the morning sunlight, jumping at every noise and staring at the ground otherwise. No one told her anything like this could happen. Hasn't she been through enough already?]
[As the sun comes out, however, she begins to come to her senses. She stretches, or tries to, wincing with a pained whine as her arm scrapes against the ground; a moment later, her attention suddenly brought to her surroundings, she scrambles into a sitting position and then onto her feet.] Wha... Tear? [The name is mumbled as she looks frantically around her, tensed as if in preparation for a fight, although she hasn't thought to put her hand to her sword.] Tear... Tear! [She takes a few steps but stops, having no idea where to go or where she'd be coming from, stops stiffly.] Tear? ...Anise? Anise? [With each lack of response, she seems to grow more unnerved; her hands ball into fists, arms clutched tight to her side.] Ion? ...Jade? Dammit... Tear, where are you? [She curls in on herself a little more, though her eyes are still glancing around frantically, looking for someone she knows.] Where the hell is... this... [That last word fades on her tongue as her eyes lower to the ground, face scrunching in misery.]
[She stands there that way for a while, occasionally mumbling some thought that doesn't quite make it to real audibility.] You... You said you'd take me home... You can't just... Dammit... [And that's likely how you'll find her: hunched over in the morning sunlight, jumping at every noise and staring at the ground otherwise. No one told her anything like this could happen. Hasn't she been through enough already?]