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genessia2014-02-11 07:50 am
maria_gerald) wrote in genessia2014-02-11 07:50 am
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[Open] (I'm bored and I guess I'm looking for... is it CR?)
Who: Maria Gerald
Where: Garden Park, Genessia City
When: 2/11/2014
A deep breath. Then a sigh as her breath mists in the cold air.
Maria's feeling homesick. It's easy to feel that way when you're used to your feet hurting after walking up and down city blocks for six straight hours while carrying around three separate firearms and a sword. Compared to that, Genessia is a cakewalk. She's not even wearing her uniform now... why should she? She's not a soldier here. She's not "Corporal" Maria Gerald. She's just a twenty-three year old woman sitting alone on an iron park bench in a long white coat with a fluffy hood, thin red gloves, and some knee-high brown boots and black pants.
... And glasses of course.
It's awful. She was just starting to not feel homesick in Forge. She just stopped wishing she was back in Midori. Now she's here in Genessia, and wishing she was back in Ironhart. She's just so uneasy... where was the Captain when you needed his assurance? Or Galen, with his optimism and determination... She could really use those right now.
But none of that really matters. Not here in Genessia. Here, she's just a woman on a bench drinking coffee out of a Styrofoam cup... with a lot on her mind. But at least she's got a necklace... that means she's a real person, if anyone were to pass her by.
Where: Garden Park, Genessia City
When: 2/11/2014
A deep breath. Then a sigh as her breath mists in the cold air.
Maria's feeling homesick. It's easy to feel that way when you're used to your feet hurting after walking up and down city blocks for six straight hours while carrying around three separate firearms and a sword. Compared to that, Genessia is a cakewalk. She's not even wearing her uniform now... why should she? She's not a soldier here. She's not "Corporal" Maria Gerald. She's just a twenty-three year old woman sitting alone on an iron park bench in a long white coat with a fluffy hood, thin red gloves, and some knee-high brown boots and black pants.
... And glasses of course.
It's awful. She was just starting to not feel homesick in Forge. She just stopped wishing she was back in Midori. Now she's here in Genessia, and wishing she was back in Ironhart. She's just so uneasy... where was the Captain when you needed his assurance? Or Galen, with his optimism and determination... She could really use those right now.
But none of that really matters. Not here in Genessia. Here, she's just a woman on a bench drinking coffee out of a Styrofoam cup... with a lot on her mind. But at least she's got a necklace... that means she's a real person, if anyone were to pass her by.
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