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paradisalost2011-11-21 04:14 am
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Who: Lana Luthor & YOU
What: Returning home from Libet with the first group.
When: November 20th [Afternoon & Evening].
Where: In the city and at Lana's house.
Rating: PG-13, at least. Half the people she knows are vulgar douchebags.
Lana still wasn't sure if the trip could be considered a success of any kind, or just another remote failure. So many things had been discovered, and so many new questions brought to the surface, and yet once again there were no answers. At least, none that the expedition members could understand yet. Maybe they just needed time.
But while she had been obsessed with the mystery while it was going on, now she just wanted to go home. She was certainly smarting all over, though it wasn't surprising. Along with the minor bumps and scrapes gained along the rest of the trip and that damn animal attack, the train crash at the end had really given everyone a run for their money. Compared to many others, Lana had turned out fairly lucky injury-wise. No broken limbs or gaping wounds.
Maybe the being knocked out part hadn't been fun, but she was hardly a stranger to that. Apparently she had been carried part of the way back by someone, and waking up to that and a roaring migraine wasn't as alarming as it used to be, but it was a bit confusing when she realized not everyone was together. She had accepted the standard first-aid, but refused any magical cure once crossing the border. She just wanted to go home, and right now that stupid house in that stupid city was the closest thing she had to one. Lana'd had enough of unpredictable magic for one week. One lifetime.
At the very least she needed to make a note to thank Ray and Jet.
[ ooc; Sooo open to anyone, and brackets are fine if you prefer, I don't care! I will go with the flow. I separated it into two sections in the comments since obviously random CR wouldn't come to her house. ]
What: Returning home from Libet with the first group.
When: November 20th [Afternoon & Evening].
Where: In the city and at Lana's house.
Rating: PG-13, at least. Half the people she knows are vulgar douchebags.
Lana still wasn't sure if the trip could be considered a success of any kind, or just another remote failure. So many things had been discovered, and so many new questions brought to the surface, and yet once again there were no answers. At least, none that the expedition members could understand yet. Maybe they just needed time.
But while she had been obsessed with the mystery while it was going on, now she just wanted to go home. She was certainly smarting all over, though it wasn't surprising. Along with the minor bumps and scrapes gained along the rest of the trip and that damn animal attack, the train crash at the end had really given everyone a run for their money. Compared to many others, Lana had turned out fairly lucky injury-wise. No broken limbs or gaping wounds.
Maybe the being knocked out part hadn't been fun, but she was hardly a stranger to that. Apparently she had been carried part of the way back by someone, and waking up to that and a roaring migraine wasn't as alarming as it used to be, but it was a bit confusing when she realized not everyone was together. She had accepted the standard first-aid, but refused any magical cure once crossing the border. She just wanted to go home, and right now that stupid house in that stupid city was the closest thing she had to one. Lana'd had enough of unpredictable magic for one week. One lifetime.
At the very least she needed to make a note to thank Ray and Jet.
[ ooc; Sooo open to anyone, and brackets are fine if you prefer, I don't care! I will go with the flow. I separated it into two sections in the comments since obviously random CR wouldn't come to her house. ]
THE WALK HOME
She's changed into her spare clothes (considering the others had been torn in the crash), but they were the ones she'd worn during the first half of the expedition, so they, along with her, are covered in dirt, mud, sweat, and splatters of something dark and sticky. The only thing keeping her hair from looking like total crap is that ponytail, not to mention it helps hide the bump she sustained. She's got a few scrapes and bruises, a few band-aids here and there, but nothing visibly serious. ...Basically she looks a lot like everyone else who returned today.
Really, it's her somewhat deadpan expression that's more of a warning than anything, her attempt to tune out the stress and the headache as she moves along the streets of the city. Of course, even all that may not stop some people!
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Ah, whatever, it was a nice night out.
He shall notice Lana as he rounds a corner — not that he can tell it's her from the distance between them.
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And then she looks a little harder, noticing that his stride isn't as....graceful as normal. Assuming he's either drunk or injured, and either is worth investigating, she closes the distance much more quickly, waving again to try to get his attention.
"Cross?"