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entrancelogs2018-03-05 11:25 pm
socjus) wrote in entrancelogs2018-03-05 11:25 pm
(open) let's let things come out of the woodwork.
Who: Gert Yorkes, and anyone/everyone, come at me bro!!
Where: Various.
When: Various times throughout beginning of week.
Rating: PG-13ish, probably.
Summary: Right after being incriminated Gert shows up here and she's missing the punchline.
The Story:
ｔｈｅ ｇａｒｄｅｎｓ ：
[What did she get herself into this time? Nothing works. Her phone has been dead since she got here, which is just as well because she knows her parents are both smart enough to track the GPS on it. That's with her minimal effort at trying to mask the location, to begin with.
Everything is so lush, this isn't the LA that she knows. What she's used to are concrete jungles and sandy overpopulated beaches. Overcrowded palm trees and way too lavish adornments on the higher end side. Sometimes a seedy tattoo parlor or a rundown bus stop but never so much green in one area. Not like this. Southern California was still close to the desert, even if she did live closer to the coast.
The first place that really catches her eyes is the greenhouse, she's not a botanist, but she knows enough to understand the properties of what's beneficial and what really isn't. Save it for later, Gert, because that fountain with the fish and the perfect lawn sculptures is enough to cause discomfort. This isn't anywhere she's ever been before. No recall, no similarity, not even a brief opportunity for comfort.
She hasn't seen any signs of life. No Molly, Chase, not even Old Lace-- facing facts, she'd be pretty hard to miss.]
ｔｈｅ ｂａｒ ：
[She's almost eighteen, and eighteen is more than old enough to have a drink or two after what she's had to deal with. If she were in Europe this wouldn't even be an issue, but she doesn't know where she is, and while that's an issue she might as well reap the benefits while she can.
Her purple hair is hanging in her face, glasses slightly dewy from climbing the stairs to find the place. What kind of place doesn't have an elevator? This kept getting weirder. Earlier on she was sure she saw something turn into something else but with stress being a factor she couldn't be sure that really even happened.]
Where: Various.
When: Various times throughout beginning of week.
Rating: PG-13ish, probably.
Summary: Right after being incriminated Gert shows up here and she's missing the punchline.
The Story:
ｔｈｅ ｇａｒｄｅｎｓ ：
Everything is so lush, this isn't the LA that she knows. What she's used to are concrete jungles and sandy overpopulated beaches. Overcrowded palm trees and way too lavish adornments on the higher end side. Sometimes a seedy tattoo parlor or a rundown bus stop but never so much green in one area. Not like this. Southern California was still close to the desert, even if she did live closer to the coast.
The first place that really catches her eyes is the greenhouse, she's not a botanist, but she knows enough to understand the properties of what's beneficial and what really isn't. Save it for later, Gert, because that fountain with the fish and the perfect lawn sculptures is enough to cause discomfort. This isn't anywhere she's ever been before. No recall, no similarity, not even a brief opportunity for comfort.
She hasn't seen any signs of life. No Molly, Chase, not even Old Lace-- facing facts, she'd be pretty hard to miss.]
ｔｈｅ ｂａｒ ：
Her purple hair is hanging in her face, glasses slightly dewy from climbing the stairs to find the place. What kind of place doesn't have an elevator? This kept getting weirder. Earlier on she was sure she saw something turn into something else but with stress being a factor she couldn't be sure that really even happened.]