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Aug. 13th, 2012 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Am I the only one who finds the emptiness of this place kind of creepy? I mean, this place is HUGE. Maybe not as big as LA, mind, but it's really big. But there's absolutely nobody around. So why do you suppose everybody left? And more importantly, why did it pick people like us to reinhabit it? It's just... I don't know. It feels wrong. Or weird, or something.
I'd ask "why a pocketwatch" too, but I think I'm already asking enough unanswerable questions right now as IS.
A-anyway, don't mind me. I'm just wondering aloud, I guess.
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
Phoenix didn't get a lot of things in life. Like tax forms. Or certain jokes. Or the designs of a universe that decided that a pointy-haired lawyer would be an ideal candidate for interdimensional shanghaing.
But mysteries? He got those. In spades.
The situation overall was a little muddy. But the final result had been concrete: someone was comotose, another person was missing, and either that missing person was the culprit, or she wasn't. Most folks, naturally, were leaning towards the former. After all, if she hadn't been responsible, why would she have disappeared?
Phoenix wasn't so sure about that. There were too many incongruities, too many things that didn't fit into what he knew of her. Which was why he was currently looking around the scene where the unconscious victim had been found. Maybe the course would go to court, as small as the population was. Maybe it wouldn't. He was especially worried about that considering some of the residents of the city weren't exactly hesitant about vigilante justice. Either way, he felt it his duty to get to the truth no matter what, for her sake.
Although really, getting to the truth in THIS mess is going to be tough. Did they have to knock over EVERYTHING in here?
He continued looking. No stone left unturned. Nothing written off as insignificant. You never knew what would be vital -- or what could save a person's life.
Am I the only one who finds the emptiness of this place kind of creepy? I mean, this place is HUGE. Maybe not as big as LA, mind, but it's really big. But there's absolutely nobody around. So why do you suppose everybody left? And more importantly, why did it pick people like us to reinhabit it? It's just... I don't know. It feels wrong. Or weird, or something.
I'd ask "why a pocketwatch" too, but I think I'm already asking enough unanswerable questions right now as IS.
A-anyway, don't mind me. I'm just wondering aloud, I guess.
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
Phoenix didn't get a lot of things in life. Like tax forms. Or certain jokes. Or the designs of a universe that decided that a pointy-haired lawyer would be an ideal candidate for interdimensional shanghaing.
But mysteries? He got those. In spades.
The situation overall was a little muddy. But the final result had been concrete: someone was comotose, another person was missing, and either that missing person was the culprit, or she wasn't. Most folks, naturally, were leaning towards the former. After all, if she hadn't been responsible, why would she have disappeared?
Phoenix wasn't so sure about that. There were too many incongruities, too many things that didn't fit into what he knew of her. Which was why he was currently looking around the scene where the unconscious victim had been found. Maybe the course would go to court, as small as the population was. Maybe it wouldn't. He was especially worried about that considering some of the residents of the city weren't exactly hesitant about vigilante justice. Either way, he felt it his duty to get to the truth no matter what, for her sake.
Although really, getting to the truth in THIS mess is going to be tough. Did they have to knock over EVERYTHING in here?
He continued looking. No stone left unturned. Nothing written off as insignificant. You never knew what would be vital -- or what could save a person's life.
