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Jun 5, 2017 10:13:25 GMT -6
Post by Ladybug on Jun 5, 2017 10:13:25 GMT -6
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"]  put a smile on your face Marinette liked this little place, though she would probably like it a lot more if her friends has been brought here too. The technology was a little clunky but her own things still seemed to work well enough. Life was quieter here than it was at home, for so many reasons. Still she was as content as she was going to get, if a little lonely. Or at least that's what she told herself, but every time she sat down long enough her mind strayed to what could be happening back at home. She worried for the people of Paris, her family, her friends.
There was nothing that could be done about it though, so busy it was. Like now. She had about three bolts of fabric that she'd picked up from market. Gorgeous things she managed to score for a decent price and it was time to get them back to her workshop. It was so weird. She had her own storefront and an entire flat to herself. She liked the independence, but it was also hollowing. Dinners felt cold and empty no matter what she did. Loneliness set in worse in the times she would normally spend with her parents or her friends.
She didn't know exactly what she was planning on doing with all this fabric, it didn't fit into any of her current designs, but she had ideas firing behind her eyes and it would mean some time with her sketch book to get the ideas out. How long it would take to find something perfect who knew, but she couldn't be less than perfection. She didn't want some competitor sweeping out from under her and taking her clients away. This was her livelihood now, not just a hobby. She needed this to survive.
She still had her gig as Ladybug, but unsurprising vigilante-ism was about as thankless here as it was back home. Occasionally people would offer her things, but normally she felt bad for accepting those kinds of offers, though she leveled with herself that turning down cash and things like that was okay, but she couldn't exactly turn down food and things more practical. Though she was on her feet now when it came to surviving. She was actually making a decent living. After all she wasn't sleeping in her workshop anymore, she managed to rent the flat just above her storefront, and even a few pieces of furniture. It was perfect but she was dealing. tagged: Open notes: Cutie  made by ∆ ashycat of adoxography |
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Jun 7, 2017 13:43:04 GMT -6
Post by Prompto Argentum on Jun 7, 2017 13:43:04 GMT -6
When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me  |
A loud yawn left his lips, and Prompto reached up to rub a hand against the back of his head. Why was he so tired? Despite the fact that he hadn't really slept since he appeared here. Sure, he was actually used to being on his own, but for a long time before this he was always with Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis. He hadn't been alone and he liked it. Now that he was? Well, long sleepless nights. Especially since he didn't know where in the hell he even was.
"Well," Prompto muttered to himself. "Best to make the best of things, right? I mean sure you could fall into a pit of despair but what good would that do?"
Prompto sighed. He didn't know why he bothered making these light hearted remarks when there was nobody around to witness them. Okay, sure there were people, but not his people. Pressing his lips in a thin line, Prompto paused on the corner of the street to take a picture of one of the shop signs. At least that was one good thing about this place, there were lots of interesting things to photograph. Focusing the lens, Prompto frowned before lowering the camera. Thats an awful lot of stuff for someone to be carrying.
Looping his camera strap back over his neck, Prompto started off across the street. The closer he got to his intended target the more nervous he got. He wasn't really good with talking to girls, even if she seemed to be a few years younger than him. Maybe? It was hard to tell.
"Uh...hey?" Prompto managed to stammer out once he got closer to her. "Do you uh, need some help carrying all that?"
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Jun 8, 2017 10:19:35 GMT -6
Post by Ladybug on Jun 8, 2017 10:19:35 GMT -6
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] put a smile on your face Marinette nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice. It wasn't like she was normally jumpy, barring her stressed moments or when talking to a certain blond, but she had just been so zoned out. She'd been caught by surprise. For a moment, over the stack of materials she saw unruly blond hair and let her hopes get up. Though they came crashing back down the moment she shifted to get a better look at the person. It wasn't her annoying alley-cat or her crush. Right colors, wrong everything else. If she had eyes for anyone other than Adrien Agreste she might have even thought he was cute, and maybe she was starting to develop a type but that was neither here nor there.
"Oh! Um, yes please, if it's not too much trouble. My shop is just at the end of the block here." She responded, realizing it had taken a little bit too long. She felt bad for being disappointed he was a stranger, but she's almost certain everyone here has had that feeling at least once when seeing a new face. Especially at a glance.
"I didn't realize how much I had grabbed until I was already on my way home with it, and it was on sale, and I really couldn't pass up the deal and I'm babbling. Sorry, if you'd just take the top two stacks?" She asked a little sheepishly. She may have bit off a little more than she could chew in true Marinette fashion. She should get a cart or a wagon or something for when she goes to the market. She was pretty sure she'd seen a few little things she could use. Next time she went to market after a particularly good sale.
"I can't thank you enough, honestly I don't know how I was going to unlock the door." She said with a little laugh, and if her hands weren't full she'd probably be scratching the back of her head in nervousness but she was saved from that awkward habit by all the things she bought in the first place. Still. It might be good for her to make new friends. She couldn't be here alone for the rest of her life. There was a chance she was never getting back home, and while the idea hollowed her out and make her panic just a little, it was a possibility she had to consider.
"I'm Marinette by the way." She offered, realizing she hadn't introduced herself. Her mind had been in so many places, but she hated coming off as rude. tagged: Open notes: Cutie made by ∆ ashycat of adoxography |
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Jun 19, 2017 22:41:48 GMT -6
Post by Prompto Argentum on Jun 19, 2017 22:41:48 GMT -6
When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me |
Prompto stared at Marinette as she rambled and he almost wanted to cry tears of joy. A kindred spirit! Or at least this first encounter seemed to be very similar to himself. Nervous. Rambling. Ah, if only they were back home and there wasn't a million reasons to panic. A nervous, awkward laugh left his lips after a moment before took the first few stacks of her items.
"It's No problem, really. I am always looking for ways to help my fellow citizens." Or maybe prisoners was a better way of putting it, although many didn't share his opinion. They thought this new start was a good one and maybe it would have been if his friends were here.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Prompto, resident nerdextrodinaire and occasional photographer. Along with a few other titles I probably have forgotten." Prompto did a sorry excuse for a bow, yelping slightly as he scrambled to catch some of the items that started to fall. He let out a nervous laugh and would have rubbed the back of his head if he'd had a free hand. His cheeks felt hot and he cursed his pale complexion which was no doubt bright red from his embarrassment.Flashing Marinette an awkward grin, he cleared his throat.
"After you, milady," He spoke, gesturing with his head for her to take the lead. This was good. He hadn't completely made a fool of himself and he needed friends in this world. Even if he wasn't used to having girl friends or even friends outside of Noctis and the others.
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Jun 23, 2017 13:08:56 GMT -6
Post by Ladybug on Jun 23, 2017 13:08:56 GMT -6
[googlefont="Herr Von Muellerhoff:400"] put a smile on your face Marinette nearly had a heart attack when he fumbled her things, but as soon as they were safe once more she couldn't suppress a giggle of amusement at his antics. He was nice, and pleasant. So many things about him made her homesick though, and she didn't know how really to deal with it. She didn't know how to deal with the homesickness in general, other than to try and keep busy with questionable success.
"Well I'm glad we met." She said cheerily, despite the bittersweet feeling that was growing in her chest. She shouldn't let the memories of her loved ones prevent her from making new friends here. Making new friends didn't decrease the value of the old ones. There was no use in letting herself wallow in her loneliness here. It was about making an effort right? She hoped so at least. It couldn't hurt right?
Or so she thought. Funny how a simple stupid phrase could cut right down to the bone when it came down to it. It was stupid, and overly sentimental but of all the people she missed, Chat Noir was probably the sorest. She'd come to rely on him more than even she realized back home. Now she was alone, well and truly in and out of uniform and all she wanted was her silly ally cat back.
It was silly, to cry over it, to get so worked up over simple loneliness but she didn't even realize the tears were pricking at her eyes until she saw the droplets fall onto the fabric she was holding. She stared down, keeping her eyes trained onto the ground as she led the way to her shop. She could only hope he didn't notice, because of all the embarrassing things she's done she didn't want crying in front of basic strangers to be one of them. "Here we are."She said as they got to the shop juggling her things carefully to unlock the door and let them both in. Her voice was steady, if a little watery now.
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