TIMES ARE HARD FOR DREAMERS.

"sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois." - HIPOLITO // amélie poulain affilated with altversehq

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not-one-of-the-good-guys:

He hits the floor to try and get it to move.  Not even his superstrength can help. “Aye I tink so.  I just want ta know when it will be fixed.”   

what is this guy doing?? surely just hitting the floor wasn’t going to do anything. and yet he seemed to be trying. meanwhile amélie was doing her best to not panic, pressing herself into the corner, realizing she’d have to deal with the awful smell of blood coming from the man for a while. “mon dieu,” she muttered. “what do we do?”

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almostanicarus:

“seattle, america?” leia gives a HARD frown. it’s one made of CONFUISION and words she doesn’t know or understand. tilts in her head. ( what PLANET is she on?! what GALAXY  is she on?! what IS this place? and WHY is she here? ) pursed lips and she TALKS. “can you tell me which planet we are on?” she carefully dictates. “i DON’T recognise here.”

amélie nodded in affirmation, wondering why the other seemed so confused. wasn’t america some place everyone knew? sure, maybe seattle could be confusing and unknown, but not america. but soon amélie is shocked to hear the other ask about planets, of all things. her eyes widen and suddenly she panics --- is this a trick question? or was this woman...serious? “earth...” she mumbles staring at the other now wide-eyed. “why...do you not know that?”

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forceprovoked:

                             curiosity conquers an incessantly altering countenance, the slightest mention of undisclosed concepts invading the befuddlement that adamantly remains. for what point is there in such a utensil when all that is required is the hands which gift her so much freedom? in response to this abrupt realization, she places the teaspoon beside the unknown sustenance. seizing the shell with both hands, she silently observes, a frown upon parted lips.      ❛  i’m not used to this.  ❜

amélie sucked in a sharp breath as she watched the other lift the sugar top off the créme brulée, rather than breaking it, like she had suggested. which was fine, it really was, it just was so...uncomfortable to watch. something so satisfying had suddenly turned to something almost stressful. still, at least the actual créme part had yet to be mutilated. “it’s sugar. burnt sugar. you don’t have to eat it. it’s just part of the recipe.” amélie fidgeted with her own spoon for a moment, before the question burning in her mind became too much to hold in. “do they...not have créme brulée in america?”

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dwarvesandarrows:

“I know where places are in Middle Earth but I never heard of this place or any other non-Middle Earth place before.”

“middle earth? is that where you used to live? is it a...place for dwarves?”

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not-one-of-the-good-guys:

Not what he wanted.  Now it’s even more exposed and he can smell it pumping through here skin.  “Tank you lassie.”  He takes it and starts to wipe the blood off.  Maybe wiping it off his body can alleviate him.  “We really need ta move soon.”  

amelie nodded in agreement as she glanced around the interior of the elevator. “we have been in here for a while..” she murmured, now fearfully glancing at the doors. “do you...think the elevator...got stuck?”

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mvsicmcister:

He turned to the female, a grin on his face.  “Aww, why thank you!  It’s something I pride myself on.”  He took a step toward her.  “Oh, me too, it’s one of my favorites.  The original, of course, not the re-make.  It’s so rare to find someone with such good taste.”

amélie nodded with a small smile in recognition. but soon she looked up at him in confusion. “there are more than one versions?” she asked. “i don’t know which one is which, but i like the old one. you know?”

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dwarvesandarrows:

He tilts his head.  “What’s Paris?  Is it a cool place ?”  

“oh --- uhm, yes. it’s really cool. it’s a big city in france. it’s a long ways away from here. do dwarves...not usually know where cities are? i thought everyone knew where paris is...”

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not-one-of-the-good-guys:

“Oh tat…apparently when I stood up for meself, the jumper was a…well I’ll try pronouncin it later but it’s when ta person can’t stop bleeding and it bleeds hard.  So when ‘e got unconscious, ‘e fell right on top of me and kept bleedin on me while I am on ta ground bleeding meself.”  Well…that wasn’t believable even on his standards…but hopefully she bought it.  

amélie blinked, trying to understood what he said through his thick accent, sparing a glance at his bloodied clothes. after a moment her fear was not relieved, as the blood did still freak her out, but at least she had an okay explanation for it. noting his bloody shirt, she slid off her cardigan, revealing her button up top as she handed it to him. “to cover up the blood. or clean it. whatever you prefer,” she said as she kept herself as far away as possible from him, still thoroughly frightened.

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mvsicmcister:

“Well, this certainly isn’t ideal…”  He looked at his surroundings, lips pursed together and eyebrow raised slightly.  Sure, he was used to transporting, but it was usually on his own terms, not just at random.  Still, he wasn’t gonna let this dampen his mood.  “Well, y’know what they say.  Gray skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face.”  Leave it to him to sing showtunes at a time like this.  He wasn’t even sure if he was singing to someone in particular, he was just singing at random.

amélie immediately brightened when she someone singing a familiar song. for a parisian, she was quite familiar with american culture, especially when it came to classic hollywood films. “bye bye birdie,” she whispered excitedly, before catching herself, hoping she didn’t interrupt the other. “erm --- sorry to interrupt. you have a very good singing voice. i love that film.”

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not-one-of-the-good-guys:

“Well other tan bein jumped and endin up in the elevator…never better.”  The Irishman states as he sits up.  “How long do you tink we’ll be ere?”  

amélie was still very confused, and very frightened. she kept herself pressed up against the wall, ignoring his question, so she could get hers answered. “what’s with the...the blood...?”

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dwarvesandarrows:

“They’re the only things other than the promise I gave my mother that came with me from home.  My only link to home is my weapons.”  

“oh. i suppose...that makes sense. i know i wish i could have a bit of paris here with me. but i think a reminder of home would just make me sad.”

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casually realizes adelaide kane was JUST in my city this weekend and i totally missed it

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dwarvesandarrows:

“Of course I carry these with me everywhere .”  

“erm...may i ask why? i don’t think you would need them in a city like this... and i’m not sure how legal it is, either...”

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not-one-of-the-good-guys:

@reveurverre liked this for a closed starter

Well can his day get any worse.  First he was mugged, but he killed them and got his money back and extra and drained them.  Then he had to run to safety from the sun, which involved getting into an elevator with someone.  Now it’s stuck and Cassidy can smell the blood on him and in the woman stuck with him.  “Pay no attention ta the Irishman on the floor.  Tis isn’t ta man yer lookin for.”  

to expect a normal day in a city like this was becoming a little difficult. the moment amélie saw the man covered in blood dash into the elevator, she immediately pressed herself as far as she could into the wall, her breath caught in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at the man. she was sure she had never seen so much blood at once in real life --- and not even her imagination would fathom what exactly happened to the other. unsure of what to do, she covered her nose to block the smell before very quietly speaking up. “are...a-are you okay?” she whispered, afraid to speak.

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super late tag drop bc im lazy and am just now getting to it!

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almostanicarus:

leia pauses. eyes dart from side to side. looking slowly around in slow shock and surprise. where the kriffing siths was she ?? because she had no idea. this wasn’t the base. hands run to her sides. where’s her gun? it’s not there. not in her side holster. FEAR. she steels her face. attempted strength. and she MARCHES straight to the closest person. “Hello. Where am I?”

amélie had a sort of fear of being approached by people. she preferred to stay in the shadows --- unnoticed, in her own little world, almost. so when she is suddenly approached by a very commanding looking woman, she freezes, and mentally panics for a moment, trying to suddenly think of words to say. “uhm --- seattle. america.”

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dwarvesandarrows:

“Well bows are more considered elvish and no dwarf has ever heard of another dwarf using a bow.  Also because it’s hard to forge a bow so no one does it.”  He takes out his bow to show her.  “See.  The bow is more wooden than metal.”   

elves? does this dwarf know elves too? amélie was a little too shy to ask, and soon she was distracted with the bow he was suddenly showing her. she marveled at it’s appearance --- although the sword was definitely more impressive, that bow did look unique. “and you just...carry these weapons on you normally?”