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[journal post]:
Hey, hey! Okay, so it's not Kurain, so, I guess we must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Can you take a wrong turn on a train? Well of course you must if we did!! What’s Nick doing, going off and leaving me and his computer behind for, anyway? It’s really rude…
Oh! Oh!
There's this really pretty carousel--
With all these pretty horses--
I really want to ride--
But I used all my change for that bag of peanuts on the train! I wish Nick was here I'd get him to He'd loan me a quarter to ride a pony.
[third person / log sample]:
Maya pressed her face up against the glass, breathe fogging up the window pane a bit. Her nose and cheeks, flared and puffed in a pout, looked twice as bizarre as she stared intently in at the bakery and its customers. Some of whom, mostly small children, were staring right back. If they looked horrified, it was probably because she looked like a chipmunk that had run full-tilt at the glass and could not seem to remove itself. Plus, there were tiny tears gathering at the edges of her eyes. The tiny lemon pastries on the table in front of her weren't burgers, but Maya had been wandering around for a couple hours now trying to relocate the train she'd lost and she was... hungry.
Her lower lip, smashed into a frightening pout against the glass, trembled a little. So mean, eating in front of her! She drew her brows down and glared at them, triple-dog-daring them to eat their little pastries and not feed her any. Suddenly fifteen-some-odd customers lost their appetite.
After Maya managed to get away from the angry baker who chased her away, she spent a while stomping around, really reveling in the sound her sandals made against the cobblestone street. Jeezie peezie, wasn't that weird? Cobble stone streets? Just where was she, anyway?
Maya looked around. Who to ask? A frumpy looking business man kept checking his watch and clearing his throat. He wasn't rushing off anywhere. Maya shook out her shoulders, pursed her lips, and then wandered up to him, sidling up to him sort of, and put on her sweetest expression, making her large, dark eyes a little bit larger. "Hey, mister! D'you know where we are," she asked, swaying her body a bit, posturing a little like a shy girl.
He glanced at her quickly, taking in the strange purple outfit and the weird beaded necklace, and then glanced away. "'S The City," he said, bristly mustache twitching as she spoke, moving away a bit. She was invading his space.
Maya didn't take the hint. She followed him, re-invading his space. "Well, yeah! I mean, I know it's a city. But which city? My train lost me," Maya said, revising her story a little.
"It's just The City, kid. It doesn't have another name." Outsiders. He backed away again, and when she persisted yet again, he started walking away.
Maya's eyes bugged out and she gawped openly at his retreating form. How rude! Maya jut her lower lip out and clenched her fists tight at her side in determination. No way was he not going to answer her question! Maya took off after him, stiffly speed-marching to keep up with his longer strides. "I knooow it's a city. But every city has a name! Los Angeles--Detroit--New York--"
He glanced back at her, speeding up a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about, kid. There's just The City, that's all." Well, not quite true. There was The Wild, but... "There's no other city. Just The City." He took off running.
Maya was absolutely flabbergasted. How-- "H-hey! Come back!" Maya took after him, running down the street with her arms held up, straight and ridiculous like she was hanging onto invisible monkey bars. That was it. When she caught this guy, he was going to buy her a burger
Hey, hey! Okay, so it's not Kurain, so, I guess we must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Can you take a wrong turn on a train? Well of course you must if we did!! What’s Nick doing, going off and leaving me and his computer behind for, anyway? It’s really rude…
Oh! Oh!
There's this really pretty carousel--
With all these pretty horses--
I really want to ride--
But I used all my change for that bag of peanuts on the train! I wish Nick was here I'd get him to He'd loan me a quarter to ride a pony.
[third person / log sample]:
Maya pressed her face up against the glass, breathe fogging up the window pane a bit. Her nose and cheeks, flared and puffed in a pout, looked twice as bizarre as she stared intently in at the bakery and its customers. Some of whom, mostly small children, were staring right back. If they looked horrified, it was probably because she looked like a chipmunk that had run full-tilt at the glass and could not seem to remove itself. Plus, there were tiny tears gathering at the edges of her eyes. The tiny lemon pastries on the table in front of her weren't burgers, but Maya had been wandering around for a couple hours now trying to relocate the train she'd lost and she was... hungry.
Her lower lip, smashed into a frightening pout against the glass, trembled a little. So mean, eating in front of her! She drew her brows down and glared at them, triple-dog-daring them to eat their little pastries and not feed her any. Suddenly fifteen-some-odd customers lost their appetite.
After Maya managed to get away from the angry baker who chased her away, she spent a while stomping around, really reveling in the sound her sandals made against the cobblestone street. Jeezie peezie, wasn't that weird? Cobble stone streets? Just where was she, anyway?
Maya looked around. Who to ask? A frumpy looking business man kept checking his watch and clearing his throat. He wasn't rushing off anywhere. Maya shook out her shoulders, pursed her lips, and then wandered up to him, sidling up to him sort of, and put on her sweetest expression, making her large, dark eyes a little bit larger. "Hey, mister! D'you know where we are," she asked, swaying her body a bit, posturing a little like a shy girl.
He glanced at her quickly, taking in the strange purple outfit and the weird beaded necklace, and then glanced away. "'S The City," he said, bristly mustache twitching as she spoke, moving away a bit. She was invading his space.
Maya didn't take the hint. She followed him, re-invading his space. "Well, yeah! I mean, I know it's a city. But which city? My train lost me," Maya said, revising her story a little.
"It's just The City, kid. It doesn't have another name." Outsiders. He backed away again, and when she persisted yet again, he started walking away.
Maya's eyes bugged out and she gawped openly at his retreating form. How rude! Maya jut her lower lip out and clenched her fists tight at her side in determination. No way was he not going to answer her question! Maya took off after him, stiffly speed-marching to keep up with his longer strides. "I knooow it's a city. But every city has a name! Los Angeles--Detroit--New York--"
He glanced back at her, speeding up a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about, kid. There's just The City, that's all." Well, not quite true. There was The Wild, but... "There's no other city. Just The City." He took off running.
Maya was absolutely flabbergasted. How-- "H-hey! Come back!" Maya took after him, running down the street with her arms held up, straight and ridiculous like she was hanging onto invisible monkey bars. That was it. When she caught this guy, he was going to buy her a burger