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tampered2008-12-08 04:17 pm
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When; Sunday, December 7th, evening.
Rating; PG 13, most likely, possibly higher, but only because of the possibility of Emille's filthy language.
Characters; Emille (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bass_on_fire) and Marianne(tresdifficile)
Summary; Marianne is a 1700's French woman on a horse and has just arrived in the City. Emille decides it'd be a fantastic idea to help out the woman that believes she's going absolutely mad.
Log;
She put her violin aside for now, and dressed in her slacks and white dress shirt, alongside her one inch cheeled boots. Emille had a vague idea where Marianne was, but she knew one thing: The girl had a horse. That was kind of a strange thing in the City. Horses just don't "happen" around here. Singing cacti? Yes. People who are actually angels, superheroes, costumed supervillains, yes, all that happens. Horses? Nnnnnnot so much.
She took a bit of a guess, and happened upon the edge of the forest. Emille thought to herself, "This probably isn't the best idea. I'm not the goddamned concierge to this place." And yet, she was compelled regardless, most likely out of sympathy for the amount of confusion this woman was no doubt in. Her eyes gazed around the place, trying to find... trying to find a damn horse.
Rating; PG 13, most likely, possibly higher, but only because of the possibility of Emille's filthy language.
Characters; Emille (
bass_on_fire) and Marianne(tresdifficile) Summary; Marianne is a 1700's French woman on a horse and has just arrived in the City. Emille decides it'd be a fantastic idea to help out the woman that believes she's going absolutely mad.
Log;
She put her violin aside for now, and dressed in her slacks and white dress shirt, alongside her one inch cheeled boots. Emille had a vague idea where Marianne was, but she knew one thing: The girl had a horse. That was kind of a strange thing in the City. Horses just don't "happen" around here. Singing cacti? Yes. People who are actually angels, superheroes, costumed supervillains, yes, all that happens. Horses? Nnnnnnot so much.
She took a bit of a guess, and happened upon the edge of the forest. Emille thought to herself, "This probably isn't the best idea. I'm not the goddamned concierge to this place." And yet, she was compelled regardless, most likely out of sympathy for the amount of confusion this woman was no doubt in. Her eyes gazed around the place, trying to find... trying to find a damn horse.