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paradisa2013-11-03 11:05 pm
whichwayyoulean) wrote in paradisa2013-11-03 11:05 pm
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Thirty Five Truffula Trees
[The Once-ler has been surviving the loss of the people he loves by burying himself into his work. By hiding away and ignoring everyone. Remaining in his nice, safe tower, away from the residents, away from everything.
But now he's standing in the hallway of floor five, staring at his new room. He knows it's his room, not only because he woke up in it, but because of that horrible, dreadful phrase in place of his name. He remembers that conversation only too well. It haunts him even now, after over a year of living in this place. Which way does a tree fall? The way it leans. Be careful which way you lean. The Once-ler hadn't been careful. And he'd fallen completely the wrong way, and taken everything else with him in the process.
He's already tried the tower, of course. It's empty, gutted, his safe haven completely wrenched away from him. He exhales, staring at that phrase again, his little UNLESSES already carving their way into the wood beside it, making matters worse. He knows one thing is clear, he can't stay here. Not like this. So, he picks up his journal, moving to sit just inside the doorway, his long legs curled up in front of him as he rests the book on his knees]
Anyone know if the town has any empty rooms right now?
But now he's standing in the hallway of floor five, staring at his new room. He knows it's his room, not only because he woke up in it, but because of that horrible, dreadful phrase in place of his name. He remembers that conversation only too well. It haunts him even now, after over a year of living in this place. Which way does a tree fall? The way it leans. Be careful which way you lean. The Once-ler hadn't been careful. And he'd fallen completely the wrong way, and taken everything else with him in the process.
He's already tried the tower, of course. It's empty, gutted, his safe haven completely wrenched away from him. He exhales, staring at that phrase again, his little UNLESSES already carving their way into the wood beside it, making matters worse. He knows one thing is clear, he can't stay here. Not like this. So, he picks up his journal, moving to sit just inside the doorway, his long legs curled up in front of him as he rests the book on his knees]
Anyone know if the town has any empty rooms right now?
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[A tease indeed.]
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...How about the lobby?
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[Because she has the feeling she should get Once out of here.]
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Sounds like a plan to me, Katniss.
Dictated - > Action
[And he would, because if Katniss was anything, she was prompt when she needed to be. When she didn't want to be, well. She could drag out naps and hiding forever, and she had, back in District 13. She wanted to see Once, though. Wanted to know people she really had learned to care about were still here.]
[So when she saw Once in the Lobby, her lips broke into a bright smile and she didn't think twice about walking over quickly to hug him around his thin waist.]
forever!
Hey you.
Re: forever!
[She smiled, before pulling back to look up at him.]
See? You wanted daring, and now, you have to deal with physical affection.
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[She grinned as she stepped back, nodding her head towards the door.] Shall we?
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[He'll nod, following her] Sure thing!
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[She pulled open the door for them, waggling his eyebrows.]
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I dread to think what'll happen if I don't.