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Who: Penelo, and anyone who wants to stop by! By that I mean OPEN~
Where: Horizon Park
When: Feb. 15
Rating: PG?
Summary: A great man once said I'm so angry all I can do is dance. Penelo is taking his advice.
the log:
Even though the facts-- if she could stand calling them that-- were coming together, Penelo didn't feel any less like she was drowning in her own shock and confusion. She was here, in some strange world that had apparently stolen her just because it felt like it. Her family, small and hastily patched together as it had been, was not here. No Vaan, no Filo, no Kytes. She would have even given anything to see Tomaj come down the street with a shady deal.
The more she thought about it, and there was almost nothing else to do but think about it, the more tears threatened to come.
"I can't," she said softly to herself, and pushed up off of the cold ground. Untying her hip scarf, she hummed to herself, just a little melody she liked to dance to in the bazaar. Now for the beat. Her fingers snapped, the feeling coming back into them. She stomped lightly on the ground, the barren earth somehow seeming more desolate than even the driest street of Rabanastre.
Her body remembered what to do, hips swaying and then finding a circle like the sun moving across the sky. Penelo pushed harder, closing her eyes, willing all of this away, for just a moment or two. Just let me dance...
In the mostly silent park, she spun and swayed and stomped, winding her scarf through the air, and even if magic wasn't really possible here, she found herself forgetting.
Where: Horizon Park
When: Feb. 15
Rating: PG?
Summary: A great man once said I'm so angry all I can do is dance. Penelo is taking his advice.
the log:
Even though the facts-- if she could stand calling them that-- were coming together, Penelo didn't feel any less like she was drowning in her own shock and confusion. She was here, in some strange world that had apparently stolen her just because it felt like it. Her family, small and hastily patched together as it had been, was not here. No Vaan, no Filo, no Kytes. She would have even given anything to see Tomaj come down the street with a shady deal.
The more she thought about it, and there was almost nothing else to do but think about it, the more tears threatened to come.
"I can't," she said softly to herself, and pushed up off of the cold ground. Untying her hip scarf, she hummed to herself, just a little melody she liked to dance to in the bazaar. Now for the beat. Her fingers snapped, the feeling coming back into them. She stomped lightly on the ground, the barren earth somehow seeming more desolate than even the driest street of Rabanastre.
Her body remembered what to do, hips swaying and then finding a circle like the sun moving across the sky. Penelo pushed harder, closing her eyes, willing all of this away, for just a moment or two. Just let me dance...
In the mostly silent park, she spun and swayed and stomped, winding her scarf through the air, and even if magic wasn't really possible here, she found herself forgetting.