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paradisalost2011-12-26 02:31 pm
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007 | dictated/action
[Mid-afternoon in Paris on the day after Christmas. Compared to the bustle of the past few days, it's a tranquil scene. The street is almost completely empty, save for a few stragglers taking a stroll and enjoying the relatively nice weather. (The rest of them? Are most likely hungover from the day before.) They are the lucky few to witness the new appearance of a billboard something like this, featuring two of the hottest models in Paris. (Better known to some as Julia and Arthur.)
... It might be enough to attract some stares.
One pedestrian on the street, however, isn't looking at the billboard. If you're paying close enough attention, you might recognize that the blonde woman heading in the opposite direction is the same one that's on that giant billboard. But she's banking on the fact that you won't. Wearing sunglasses and the plainest thing in her wardrobe (which is, in all actuality, not really that plain), she's making her best attempt at blending in with the small crowd as she casually walks toward an unknown destination.
The plan of having a quiet day without attracting any attention to herself might have gone off without a hitch if it hadn't been for one small moment that changed the entire course of it.
The moment that one (idiot) Spike Spiegel decided to lose control of his motorcycle while racing down the avenue at a breakneck speed.
Julia happens to be right in the direct vicinity as it happens. She catches sight of something out of the corner of her eye, a vague site of that motorcycle whizzing by her. It's not anything that makes her take a second look, or even turn her head in that direction at all, until--
-- CRASH.]
.....
[It isn't long before a short, dictated message goes out over the journals. Though the voice is trying its best to sound calm, there's a panic in there that isn't quite being suppressed.]
I need a doctor at the corner of Avenue Carnot and Rue de Acacias.
[[OOC: So Sheep and I are horrible people, basically. Open over the journal/at the crash site/whatever! :)]]
... It might be enough to attract some stares.
One pedestrian on the street, however, isn't looking at the billboard. If you're paying close enough attention, you might recognize that the blonde woman heading in the opposite direction is the same one that's on that giant billboard. But she's banking on the fact that you won't. Wearing sunglasses and the plainest thing in her wardrobe (which is, in all actuality, not really that plain), she's making her best attempt at blending in with the small crowd as she casually walks toward an unknown destination.
The plan of having a quiet day without attracting any attention to herself might have gone off without a hitch if it hadn't been for one small moment that changed the entire course of it.
The moment that one (idiot) Spike Spiegel decided to lose control of his motorcycle while racing down the avenue at a breakneck speed.
Julia happens to be right in the direct vicinity as it happens. She catches sight of something out of the corner of her eye, a vague site of that motorcycle whizzing by her. It's not anything that makes her take a second look, or even turn her head in that direction at all, until--
-- CRASH.]
.....
[It isn't long before a short, dictated message goes out over the journals. Though the voice is trying its best to sound calm, there's a panic in there that isn't quite being suppressed.]
I need a doctor at the corner of Avenue Carnot and Rue de Acacias.
[[OOC: So Sheep and I are horrible people, basically. Open over the journal/at the crash site/whatever! :)]]