http://notprincess.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notprincess.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-03-13 12:05 am
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When Disney attacks! Or not.


WHO: Belle Blanc [[info]notprincess] & Miles Thatch [[info]cartoholic]
WHERE: On the streets of the City.
WHEN: March 9th, 2009
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Miles giving Belle a tour of the City
FORMAT: para

Belle had already done a little exploring - just as far as halfway across the first intersection. It was there that she learned about traffic laws, what red lights meant, and why Humvees were horrible, horrible honking things, all in one quick and very effective lesson.

Nearly being smashed had sent her scurrying back to her room and the nice, safe, likely non-lethal bed. For nearly fifteen whole minutes she'd sat on the edge of it, hugging her lumpy pillow.

Hours later, after she'd exhausted all the entertainment offered by the wholly novel apartment (and really, if it was so easy to remove the lid of the toilet tank and keep the inflowing water from stopping, why wasn't there something to prevent people from doing just that?), and the communicator, she stood outside the apartments, waiting for M. Thatch. She hugged her flapping cloak around her, communicator clutched in one hand as if she were afraid it would go bouncing off again.
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[identity profile] cartoholic.livejournal.com 2009-03-13 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Milo was not an expert of the city either, but he had a bag full of maps and at least more knowledge than Jenny. Also there was the fact that he could understand and communicate with her perfectly (never mind that everyone else and their mother knew french. Was it that common amongst the working class?).

With his nose buried in one of his marked up maps, Milo stumbled his way across the city and to the MAC. It was easily recognizable by the hi-tech similar looking apartments and shady people hanging around save for one young lady. She looked nervous and was holding her belongings for dear life. Milo peered over his map. That must be the girl.

"Bonjour!" Milo smiled, waving his hand excitedly and hopping over to meet Jenny. He continued in French. "Jenny, oui? Um, I hope you're not too--are you OK?"
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