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smash_logs2013-06-20 04:53 pm
wordsidk) wrote in smash_logs2013-06-20 04:53 pm
lost in a gallery (again?)
Who: Ib and open to any
What: Ib arrives and stares at things, student art, people... the usual
Where: main building, art wing
When: Friday, anytime
Blinking, Ib looks around from the end of the hall. She'd managed to find her way back here after meeting a floating hand which gave her a key and class list. Which was strange. Mostly she just stared at it, really confused and took the things it handed here. There wasn't reason to refuse. Now with those things in her pockets she'd gone back to the beginning to try to make sense of this situation.
What was she doing? And where... is she?
It's hallway someplace in a school. Ib had never been to a school, she was home schooled her whole life but she knows what one looks like.
In this hall there are art pieces on display. She stares up a painting for a minute almost like she's waiting for something to happen. When nothing does she moves to the next one. Standing close and staring at it, trying to make out a title or a signature. Something.
As for what she was doing before she had ended up here: she was looking at a painting. That would explain what she's doing here now.
This would all seem very familiar, perhaps in the back of her mind it still does but she's not sure why... Is it that moment at the gallery when she couldn't remember what she was doing? That has to be it. Only her parents won't come find her this time.
What: Ib arrives and stares at things, student art, people... the usual
Where: main building, art wing
When: Friday, anytime
Blinking, Ib looks around from the end of the hall. She'd managed to find her way back here after meeting a floating hand which gave her a key and class list. Which was strange. Mostly she just stared at it, really confused and took the things it handed here. There wasn't reason to refuse. Now with those things in her pockets she'd gone back to the beginning to try to make sense of this situation.
What was she doing? And where... is she?
It's hallway someplace in a school. Ib had never been to a school, she was home schooled her whole life but she knows what one looks like.
In this hall there are art pieces on display. She stares up a painting for a minute almost like she's waiting for something to happen. When nothing does she moves to the next one. Standing close and staring at it, trying to make out a title or a signature. Something.
As for what she was doing before she had ended up here: she was looking at a painting. That would explain what she's doing here now.
This would all seem very familiar, perhaps in the back of her mind it still does but she's not sure why... Is it that moment at the gallery when she couldn't remember what she was doing? That has to be it. Only her parents won't come find her this time.