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tampered2006-05-12 08:03 pm
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Log: Completed
When; Evening of May 12th
Rating; PG
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unbewildered and impolitical
Summary&Notes; conversation withinflore triggers a reaction from Evelynne, who goes out on a quote-unquote "manhunt." informal tagging; mostly dialogue with prose introduction.
Log;
About two weeks of searching the city for one of those convenient neon-green exit signs she had grown accustomed to back home had done no good for Evelynne. For one thing, she still hadn't found an exit. For another, it certainly wasn't doing her any good in looking for--
Well, maybe he wasn't here. In which case, she could probably run a good night of looking before going back to midnight building, eleven minutes in--to a bed she had grown a little bit too comfortable with in the past two weeks. It would be as easy as that. And then it would be back to frustrating hours of wandering the city because lately, that was all she ever did, checking every last door in the vague and useless hope that it would lead her somewhere that wasn't here, wasn't this hellhole of an existence where there were switches to turn off guys and girls and lights and sounds.
If there was anything she could beg for at this point, it was normalcy. Normalcy. But right now, she had more pressing matters on mind.
Rating; PG
Characters;
unbewildered and impoliticalSummary&Notes; conversation with
inflore triggers a reaction from Evelynne, who goes out on a quote-unquote "manhunt." informal tagging; mostly dialogue with prose introduction.Log;
About two weeks of searching the city for one of those convenient neon-green exit signs she had grown accustomed to back home had done no good for Evelynne. For one thing, she still hadn't found an exit. For another, it certainly wasn't doing her any good in looking for--
Well, maybe he wasn't here. In which case, she could probably run a good night of looking before going back to midnight building, eleven minutes in--to a bed she had grown a little bit too comfortable with in the past two weeks. It would be as easy as that. And then it would be back to frustrating hours of wandering the city because lately, that was all she ever did, checking every last door in the vague and useless hope that it would lead her somewhere that wasn't here, wasn't this hellhole of an existence where there were switches to turn off guys and girls and lights and sounds.
If there was anything she could beg for at this point, it was normalcy. Normalcy. But right now, she had more pressing matters on mind.