Post by Danielle Otis on Sept 1, 2013 21:41:02 GMT -5
The morning air was a bit dull; not the most pleasant to walk around. It was cloudy, and damp. But that did not stop the citizens of Avaleur getting a start to their usual busy weekday morning. And Danielle Otis was no exception; but this was no ordinary busy weekday morning.
When she was usually on her way to the pub to wait tables at her waitress job, Danielle was instead searching. It was a peculiar thing; she did not trust nor respect the man who told her, but still she was searching for something she thought gone. It was clear that, at that moment, pride did not mean much to her. Where others would deny what a man they hated said, Danielle fought and hoped that it was true.
Could Roland Longfellow be telling the truth? Could Dax still be alive?
He could have been lying, and Dani knew it fully. But in her eyes, if she did not fight to find out if Dax really was gone, what sort of friend was she? And besides, she still needed to give him a mouthful about how it was rude to tell a girl you love her, and to disappear the moment after.
Her baby bump was not visible under the heavy coat she wore to protect from the cold, as she walked around town, searching.
She had little to go by- nothing to go by, really- but she knew she had to start somewhere. So she walked and walked, asking people if they had seen a man named Dax. All would shake their head in a no. It frustrated her; what luck she would have if she could find another crux, but no. There were none that she could see.
Dani wanted to find Dax for multiple reasons; first and foremost, she needed to know he was alright. He was her friend after all. Another, of course, she had to mouth off to him. That was a given. But a smaller reason, a reason none the less, was that she needed a friend at that time. Her parents could not be spoken to- her father was simple, her mother (to put bluntly in Danielle's words) was a bitch. In truth, Danielle needed someone for emotional support. And she did not have anyone, really. There was Xavier. And, perhaps, there was Dax.
She figured he was in no emotional state to listen to her problems, but she felt that even his company would ease her pain.
An hour into searching, Danielle huffed, and leaned on the side of a building she didn't even glance at. Tears were in her eyes; tears of sadness, frustration, confusion. Her hormones were not helping her in that state. The woman felt stuck as she rubbed at her eyes, frustrated she was even getting upset.
The neko girl saw a person to her right walk out of the building, and finally she took a good look at it. The church. Her face twisted in a bit of disgust; that moment, Dani was not very happy with the gods. She couldn't find her friend, whom was probably dead. Her lover was in a coma. And Eric...she was not even going to think about it. She shook the thought from her mind.
She slid down the wall of the church and sat down, pulling her legs to her swollen belly and wrapping her arms around them. As if she were going to fall apart at any moment. Now, more than ever, Danielle needed a friend. An acquaintance. Somebody.
The woman sighed as she shoved her head into her knees, frustrated at the tears that dripped onto her pants.
When she was usually on her way to the pub to wait tables at her waitress job, Danielle was instead searching. It was a peculiar thing; she did not trust nor respect the man who told her, but still she was searching for something she thought gone. It was clear that, at that moment, pride did not mean much to her. Where others would deny what a man they hated said, Danielle fought and hoped that it was true.
Could Roland Longfellow be telling the truth? Could Dax still be alive?
He could have been lying, and Dani knew it fully. But in her eyes, if she did not fight to find out if Dax really was gone, what sort of friend was she? And besides, she still needed to give him a mouthful about how it was rude to tell a girl you love her, and to disappear the moment after.
Her baby bump was not visible under the heavy coat she wore to protect from the cold, as she walked around town, searching.
She had little to go by- nothing to go by, really- but she knew she had to start somewhere. So she walked and walked, asking people if they had seen a man named Dax. All would shake their head in a no. It frustrated her; what luck she would have if she could find another crux, but no. There were none that she could see.
Dani wanted to find Dax for multiple reasons; first and foremost, she needed to know he was alright. He was her friend after all. Another, of course, she had to mouth off to him. That was a given. But a smaller reason, a reason none the less, was that she needed a friend at that time. Her parents could not be spoken to- her father was simple, her mother (to put bluntly in Danielle's words) was a bitch. In truth, Danielle needed someone for emotional support. And she did not have anyone, really. There was Xavier. And, perhaps, there was Dax.
She figured he was in no emotional state to listen to her problems, but she felt that even his company would ease her pain.
An hour into searching, Danielle huffed, and leaned on the side of a building she didn't even glance at. Tears were in her eyes; tears of sadness, frustration, confusion. Her hormones were not helping her in that state. The woman felt stuck as she rubbed at her eyes, frustrated she was even getting upset.
The neko girl saw a person to her right walk out of the building, and finally she took a good look at it. The church. Her face twisted in a bit of disgust; that moment, Dani was not very happy with the gods. She couldn't find her friend, whom was probably dead. Her lover was in a coma. And Eric...she was not even going to think about it. She shook the thought from her mind.
She slid down the wall of the church and sat down, pulling her legs to her swollen belly and wrapping her arms around them. As if she were going to fall apart at any moment. Now, more than ever, Danielle needed a friend. An acquaintance. Somebody.
The woman sighed as she shoved her head into her knees, frustrated at the tears that dripped onto her pants.