Post by AVA HAYES on Jan 4, 2015 10:19:55 GMT
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Ava was planning to leave the city that day. It was, for the simple fact, that the city was growing boring. The overwhelming vastness grew old, and she wanted to move on. She'd even been buying some foods at a market, and was heading back to her room at an inn when she took a new turn and was instantly submerged in some kind of faire.
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The noise and commotion took over her senses; for a good few moments she stood, confused and awestruck. Upon recovering she scolded herself—acting as if she had never seen something like this before. The suddenness of it had taken over, and she was angry for it. But she still felt somewhat fascinated by her surroundings, the abundance of entertainment and bright colors. She herself was a stark contrast to the rich reds, greens, and blues—her dark clothes and paper complexion seemed largely depressing in comparison.
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Inexplicably, some part of her urged to explore the faire, add it to her knowledge of human entertainment. She knew enough about music and entertainment, but this was a combination that she had little background on.
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FLORENT DELACROIX
Ava was planning to leave the city that day. It was, for the simple fact, that the city was growing boring. The overwhelming vastness grew old, and she wanted to move on. She'd even been buying some foods at a market, and was heading back to her room at an inn when she took a new turn and was instantly submerged in some kind of faire.
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The noise and commotion took over her senses; for a good few moments she stood, confused and awestruck. Upon recovering she scolded herself—acting as if she had never seen something like this before. The suddenness of it had taken over, and she was angry for it. But she still felt somewhat fascinated by her surroundings, the abundance of entertainment and bright colors. She herself was a stark contrast to the rich reds, greens, and blues—her dark clothes and paper complexion seemed largely depressing in comparison.
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Inexplicably, some part of her urged to explore the faire, add it to her knowledge of human entertainment. She knew enough about music and entertainment, but this was a combination that she had little background on.
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FLORENT DELACROIX
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