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Post by Recita Raquel on Nov 13, 2013 0:11:39 GMT -5
Credits for the template coding is to Pecha from Deicide. I honestly don’t know how I should RP Recita at this point soooo feel the angst. It’s a thing. It's short so no big deal. I'll probably write more on the next post. Oh and this is open. | "So this is what I'm doing with my life,"Recita mumbled to herself as she looked down at her hands that lifted up to brush through her dark locks of hair, her eyes gazing away to one of the glass displays that lined the museum. A sigh passed her lips. Why was she even here anymore? Her life was fine, living a lie as if it truly was who she was. Why did she have to come back to such a life? The young woman shook her head as she rose back to her feet from the small couch area in front of the tablet displays. For now she was going to push those thoughts to the back of her mind and settle for what was happening now. She was supposed to be a school adviser and one of the people most knowledgeable about history and magic. That was her current role and while that was all well and good, Recita did not know if she would be able to get used to it. Just looking at the tablet before her now gave her memories and while nowadays knowledge of the unordinary was more accepted, it was still going to be difficult getting used to it. Plus it did not change that she was going to hide who she really was in the first place. Being honest and complacent for free was not going to be easy. Yet she found herself accepting her job offers without much hesitation. Museum Keeper. She never thought she'd see the day since she always thought that the Twilight Guardian would always keep her post there. It was kind of funny how things turn out sometimes. "Guess this is the way it is." | |
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Post by Anna Cornick on Nov 17, 2013 2:16:39 GMT -5
Coming up the steps to the Museum, a young woman paused in her walking to look up at the large building. She had been told by her mentor Callista that she should stop by and see this place whenever she came over to Japan, it was a building that had apparently been rather important to her. The woman tilted her head and wondered exactly how a place could really be all that big of an importance, this particular building looked just like any other in her eyes. But who knows... maybe the Japanese and even the Egyptians had a different view on things when what they did in America.
Her steps continued to carry her up the stairs and into the large building. Anna had her messenger back looped over her chest so that her arms were free and she didn't have to worry about it falling whenever she wasn't paying attention. The bag was handmade out of buckskin, something she'd made back home in America all by herself. She wore a simple brown leather jacket with fringe over a brown tank top and dusty looking blue jeans.... all with her signature moccasin style boots. Combining that with all her tattoos and it was easy to see that she had been drawing a lot of attention to herself since she had arrived here in Domino City.
After arriving at the pier, she had every intention of going to the college, but instead she had opted to look around the city itself. She had rented a room for the night in town, hoping to learn the lay of the land and also to look at this museum... the college could wait another day right? She moved fluently, looking around slowly and barely getting too far into the building before she wondered what she should be looking for. Her mentor had said to stop by here, but Anna had no idea why and she didn't really know what she was suppose to be looking for at all.
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