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dagas_isaIn other and completely unrelated news, here's the drabble for Jadey. Sorry that it seems so rushed and kinda meh. Lana's arrival in Traverse Town a la RP.
Waking up was never easy to do. Days were either too sunny for starting the morning in a good mood, or too cloudy for it to be worth getting out of bed. Or too rainy or cold for anything but hibernation to be an acceptable way to pass the time. Or too warm and sticky for any sort of motion whatsoever. And that was normal sleep, one preferably taken in a normal bed and indoors.
When conditions, waking up transformed from an difficult, albeit necessary, act to one that was just plain painful and degrading. Poor Lana Kujun, newly arrived at Traverse Town and unconscious just a few minutes before this time. Waking up to Traverse Town's permanent night wasn't too difficult. Or at least it shouldn't be, considering that every rumor about this place made sure to mention the permanent night.
Beyond the permanent night, Lana also woke up outdoors, lying in an alleyway and a dirty one at that. Almost immediately, she jumped up, trying to get some of the contamination off of her, and hopefully away from any rats that she'd heard dwelled in places like this. The whole unsanitariness of this situation was the worst, even more than the pounding headache that she woke up with, and the sinking feeling that she'd lost whatever place she'd used to have in the world. Again. After crouching down to pick up her staff, a reassuring weapon in an uncertain place, Lana started walking.
Deep in thought, as she tried to find a better part of town to get her bearings in, Lana's brain worked to figure out how she got to this point. Her surroundings were familiar, she knew Traverse Town better than the average refugee. In fact, everything looked almost identical... well there were more stars in the sky and it was a lot less crowded than she remember. She could actually breathe this time. Still... some inner sense in her stomach told her that this was more then than now.
So, where were Tarnet and Lady Guine and that... that boy.. Lana strained to remember his name --oh Aros? Lana wondered. She'd been on a train with them, and then something--most likely a crash--had sent her consciousness into a fizzy halt and she'd ended up here. Sitting on the steps looking out in the First District Square and watching other refugees wandering around, Lana stopped pondering her past, and starting thinking of her future, and more importantly, her present.
Her first time here, she'd been betrayed, and looking for a place to go to. Trinity had been nice of course, but nothing that she cared to repeat. This world was different anyway, maybe Trinity no longer existed here, or never existed. And for the first time in her life, she'd been really on her own, a thrilling, if chilling prospect, so why not enjoy it for a while. Or suffer it.
A place would be nice. Gutters didn't make good sleeping spots, particularly when one deserved much better, as Lana did. So a home came first, and a regular job too. And that meant only one place, the Hotel in Second District. A third-rate bar with mediocre rooms and a tendency to be permanently short-staffed and looking for cute girls to put on their waitress costumes, that place was guaranteed employment for someone like her. In the back of her mind, she imagined that hotel could have become a high class establishment, or have been closed down immediately, but best to take a chance there.
Compared to the first time she'd been here, Second District was more infested with regular slobs than Heartless. That hotel she remembered, all lit from the inside, looked lively, and appropriately third-rate. As opposed to inappropriately third-rate. Not that she'd ever step into that kind of establishment.
Putting on her best 'charming' face, a look she'd spent bored hours practicing in the mirror as a child, Lana walked into the hotel, using her keen gray eyes to find the manager, a portly man with really bad hair.
"Excuse me," Lana said, "are you the manager of this lovely establishment?" When the man nodded, she continued, "I'm Lana Kujun, and I'm wondering if you had any openings."
The guy didn't even look up; he just tossed her something. Lana fumbled to catch it and, looking down at what she held, almost recoiled. Bunny ears. Just great. "Oh, and here's your dress. If it doesn't fit, get it fixed yourself."
Yay for caring employers, Lana thought, disgusted at the frilly pink concoction that he'd procured. She prepared to leave when she remembered her other reason for coming here. "Umm... sir...?"
"Yes?" The man sounded testy, like he had something better to do than standing around and looking frumpy.
She almost turned away, but a room, any room, was better than sleeping in her gutter. "Do you have a place where I could stay... I just got here."
From across the counter, the man slid a set of keys to her. "Top floor. It's small, but then you don't look like you need a lot of room do you? I'll just take the rent from your wages.You start tomorrow."
How did he know how much room she needed? And why did she get the feeling she'd been vaguely insulted. "Umm... thank you, sir." Lana bowed slightly and walked away from the counter before having to stand contact with the manager any longer.
She'd said she'd do things on her own. But did it have to be this humiliating? Honestly, Lana would have rather'd just gone back to sleep.
Coming next: An excerpt from 'The Reapers Guide to Squatting' for Sabi.
Over and out
Waking up was never easy to do. Days were either too sunny for starting the morning in a good mood, or too cloudy for it to be worth getting out of bed. Or too rainy or cold for anything but hibernation to be an acceptable way to pass the time. Or too warm and sticky for any sort of motion whatsoever. And that was normal sleep, one preferably taken in a normal bed and indoors.
When conditions, waking up transformed from an difficult, albeit necessary, act to one that was just plain painful and degrading. Poor Lana Kujun, newly arrived at Traverse Town and unconscious just a few minutes before this time. Waking up to Traverse Town's permanent night wasn't too difficult. Or at least it shouldn't be, considering that every rumor about this place made sure to mention the permanent night.
Beyond the permanent night, Lana also woke up outdoors, lying in an alleyway and a dirty one at that. Almost immediately, she jumped up, trying to get some of the contamination off of her, and hopefully away from any rats that she'd heard dwelled in places like this. The whole unsanitariness of this situation was the worst, even more than the pounding headache that she woke up with, and the sinking feeling that she'd lost whatever place she'd used to have in the world. Again. After crouching down to pick up her staff, a reassuring weapon in an uncertain place, Lana started walking.
Deep in thought, as she tried to find a better part of town to get her bearings in, Lana's brain worked to figure out how she got to this point. Her surroundings were familiar, she knew Traverse Town better than the average refugee. In fact, everything looked almost identical... well there were more stars in the sky and it was a lot less crowded than she remember. She could actually breathe this time. Still... some inner sense in her stomach told her that this was more then than now.
So, where were Tarnet and Lady Guine and that... that boy.. Lana strained to remember his name --oh Aros? Lana wondered. She'd been on a train with them, and then something--most likely a crash--had sent her consciousness into a fizzy halt and she'd ended up here. Sitting on the steps looking out in the First District Square and watching other refugees wandering around, Lana stopped pondering her past, and starting thinking of her future, and more importantly, her present.
Her first time here, she'd been betrayed, and looking for a place to go to. Trinity had been nice of course, but nothing that she cared to repeat. This world was different anyway, maybe Trinity no longer existed here, or never existed. And for the first time in her life, she'd been really on her own, a thrilling, if chilling prospect, so why not enjoy it for a while. Or suffer it.
A place would be nice. Gutters didn't make good sleeping spots, particularly when one deserved much better, as Lana did. So a home came first, and a regular job too. And that meant only one place, the Hotel in Second District. A third-rate bar with mediocre rooms and a tendency to be permanently short-staffed and looking for cute girls to put on their waitress costumes, that place was guaranteed employment for someone like her. In the back of her mind, she imagined that hotel could have become a high class establishment, or have been closed down immediately, but best to take a chance there.
Compared to the first time she'd been here, Second District was more infested with regular slobs than Heartless. That hotel she remembered, all lit from the inside, looked lively, and appropriately third-rate. As opposed to inappropriately third-rate. Not that she'd ever step into that kind of establishment.
Putting on her best 'charming' face, a look she'd spent bored hours practicing in the mirror as a child, Lana walked into the hotel, using her keen gray eyes to find the manager, a portly man with really bad hair.
"Excuse me," Lana said, "are you the manager of this lovely establishment?" When the man nodded, she continued, "I'm Lana Kujun, and I'm wondering if you had any openings."
The guy didn't even look up; he just tossed her something. Lana fumbled to catch it and, looking down at what she held, almost recoiled. Bunny ears. Just great. "Oh, and here's your dress. If it doesn't fit, get it fixed yourself."
Yay for caring employers, Lana thought, disgusted at the frilly pink concoction that he'd procured. She prepared to leave when she remembered her other reason for coming here. "Umm... sir...?"
"Yes?" The man sounded testy, like he had something better to do than standing around and looking frumpy.
She almost turned away, but a room, any room, was better than sleeping in her gutter. "Do you have a place where I could stay... I just got here."
From across the counter, the man slid a set of keys to her. "Top floor. It's small, but then you don't look like you need a lot of room do you? I'll just take the rent from your wages.You start tomorrow."
How did he know how much room she needed? And why did she get the feeling she'd been vaguely insulted. "Umm... thank you, sir." Lana bowed slightly and walked away from the counter before having to stand contact with the manager any longer.
She'd said she'd do things on her own. But did it have to be this humiliating? Honestly, Lana would have rather'd just gone back to sleep.
Coming next: An excerpt from 'The Reapers Guide to Squatting' for Sabi.
Over and out
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:15 am (UTC)This felt a little scattered and had some confusing typos, but nothing a read-through wouldn't fix. And Lana is lovely, which can make up for many things ^^