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sirenspull2012-07-09 11:17 pm
bosomist) wrote in sirenspull2012-07-09 11:17 pm
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[She has done this before. It is disconcerting. She had no memory of Siren's Port while in Nirvana, but standing back here, in familiar surroundings, she remembers it clear as day. She left. She left, she left, she left- it is a bittersweet feeling to be back here.
She left.
There is a lot to think about. But she makes on decision quick fast; play dumb. Docile. Feign recollection. Too much time has passed. Too much has changed. Hannah will not make herself an enemy willingly. She does not trust her voice. ]
I am displaced. I am not a special case, nor would I claim to be. But this is not where I was. This is not "home".
[A deep breath. She checks for spiders; she keeps her expression wooden. There is a part of her that is convinced that Claude will smell her lies a mile away.
No matter. ]
My name is Hannah. The pleasure is mine, whomever may read this. I am looking for my master; perhaps I am foolishly optimistic to hope that he is here too. Earl Trancy, the younger.
[Her hands do not shake. She is grateful, at least, for the lasting effects of Nirvana. For the first time, she finds herself nervous. ]
Good day.
She left.
There is a lot to think about. But she makes on decision quick fast; play dumb. Docile. Feign recollection. Too much time has passed. Too much has changed. Hannah will not make herself an enemy willingly. She does not trust her voice. ]
I am displaced. I am not a special case, nor would I claim to be. But this is not where I was. This is not "home".
[A deep breath. She checks for spiders; she keeps her expression wooden. There is a part of her that is convinced that Claude will smell her lies a mile away.
No matter. ]
My name is Hannah. The pleasure is mine, whomever may read this. I am looking for my master; perhaps I am foolishly optimistic to hope that he is here too. Earl Trancy, the younger.
[Her hands do not shake. She is grateful, at least, for the lasting effects of Nirvana. For the first time, she finds herself nervous. ]
Good day.
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I am not a ball of yarn for you to stick your needing needles into, death god.
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Are you calling me middle aged? ARE YOU SAYING I'M OLD?
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