Post by Wolf Tears on Aug 11, 2010 19:11:50 GMT -6
Ordinarily, you would never, ever catch Lawynamere Rossini in any crowded place. Even a moderately busy street had too many strangers for her comfort, and unless she was with her sister, she avoided urban (or even suburban) places like the plague. It took a pretty serious problem to get her into a city alone.
Right now, the problem was Kaphaylia. Lawynamere’s older sister had gone out to trade some of their peppers, and came back with seventeen oranges. There had also been some kind of gemstone, but that didn't make a difference- it was all about the oranges. Seventeen! Lawynamere had warned her, had told her that she had to bury the gem as an apology to the fruit faeries, but the silly woman just laughed and said that she was sure it would be fine.
That conversation occurred three hours ago. Two hours ago, Kaphaylia developed a fever, and within the half hour she threw up and then passed out, all the while burning hot enough to make the sheets warm to the touch after being in bed for just a few minutes. Lawynamere panicked, buried the gem, kissed every single orange, and spent fifteen minutes singing to the faeries in the pepper patch as an apology. Other than one of the peppers bursting into tears, there had been no response.
So, she panicked even more, and for the first time in who-knew-how-long she had actually forced herself to set foot in a populated area. Every three minutes she shrieked and ducked into a side alley because there were too many people, but she kept reminding herself that this was for Kaphaylia. All she had to do was find a place that sold medicine (which shouldn’t be too hard- she was in District Six, after all), get something for flu-like symptoms, and hightail it back to their cabin outside the District. There wasn’t even much of a chance of the killers finding her- she had done a quick dye job on her hair before she left (it was now sandy brown, rather than beach blonde) and her green contacts were in, making her eyes look hazel. She hadn’t used this combination of colors in several months, and she had never worn it with a green top and jeans. (She kept track of these things, and had checked her journal before leaving just to make sure.) If anyone recognized her, she was going to be almost too impressed to be terrified.
Unfortunately, her safety didn’t do much about the fact that she didn’t know where she was going. If she wanted to get the medicine and get back to Phayl in time, she was going to have to ask for directions.
Yikes.
Wyn scanned the street cautiously, looking from person to person to see if she could find someone who didn’t look like they might want to kill her. One of the people who came into her vision didn’t look too threatening, so he was the one she inched toward. Just before reaching him, she watched carefully to see if any oranges were following him around, but none were present- just a banana that hovered above his right shoulder for a few minutes before vanishing. Reassured that he wouldn’t know about Phayl (if he knew, he might be mad and ignore her plea for help), she reached out and very gently touched the tip of one finger to the cloth over his left shoulder.
"E-excuse me." Her voice was shaky, but understandable, and she was pretty sure she was even using English. "Do you- can you tell me- where the nearest pharmacy is?"
((OOC- I hope it's okay. :3
There was no banana over his shoulder, and Kaphaylia just has the flu. Lawynamere is... slightly odd.))
Right now, the problem was Kaphaylia. Lawynamere’s older sister had gone out to trade some of their peppers, and came back with seventeen oranges. There had also been some kind of gemstone, but that didn't make a difference- it was all about the oranges. Seventeen! Lawynamere had warned her, had told her that she had to bury the gem as an apology to the fruit faeries, but the silly woman just laughed and said that she was sure it would be fine.
That conversation occurred three hours ago. Two hours ago, Kaphaylia developed a fever, and within the half hour she threw up and then passed out, all the while burning hot enough to make the sheets warm to the touch after being in bed for just a few minutes. Lawynamere panicked, buried the gem, kissed every single orange, and spent fifteen minutes singing to the faeries in the pepper patch as an apology. Other than one of the peppers bursting into tears, there had been no response.
So, she panicked even more, and for the first time in who-knew-how-long she had actually forced herself to set foot in a populated area. Every three minutes she shrieked and ducked into a side alley because there were too many people, but she kept reminding herself that this was for Kaphaylia. All she had to do was find a place that sold medicine (which shouldn’t be too hard- she was in District Six, after all), get something for flu-like symptoms, and hightail it back to their cabin outside the District. There wasn’t even much of a chance of the killers finding her- she had done a quick dye job on her hair before she left (it was now sandy brown, rather than beach blonde) and her green contacts were in, making her eyes look hazel. She hadn’t used this combination of colors in several months, and she had never worn it with a green top and jeans. (She kept track of these things, and had checked her journal before leaving just to make sure.) If anyone recognized her, she was going to be almost too impressed to be terrified.
Unfortunately, her safety didn’t do much about the fact that she didn’t know where she was going. If she wanted to get the medicine and get back to Phayl in time, she was going to have to ask for directions.
Yikes.
Wyn scanned the street cautiously, looking from person to person to see if she could find someone who didn’t look like they might want to kill her. One of the people who came into her vision didn’t look too threatening, so he was the one she inched toward. Just before reaching him, she watched carefully to see if any oranges were following him around, but none were present- just a banana that hovered above his right shoulder for a few minutes before vanishing. Reassured that he wouldn’t know about Phayl (if he knew, he might be mad and ignore her plea for help), she reached out and very gently touched the tip of one finger to the cloth over his left shoulder.
"E-excuse me." Her voice was shaky, but understandable, and she was pretty sure she was even using English. "Do you- can you tell me- where the nearest pharmacy is?"
((OOC- I hope it's okay. :3
There was no banana over his shoulder, and Kaphaylia just has the flu. Lawynamere is... slightly odd.))