Jim Nightshade (
oneaftermidnight) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-02-16 09:55 pm
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[Jim has found a wall, one at the farthest edge of the glass city, nearest the desert. His hands are pressed against the glass, his face not far away, watching what bit of the chaos he can see through the glass. As for the device, it's in his pocket, and he doesn't realize it's on, or that everyone might hear him say:]
Boy, I'm glad I'm not out there.
[Though with the way he said it, it's almost like he's trying to convince himself that whatever horrible situation is outside that wall really isn't much more exciting than being trapped in here.]
Boy, I'm glad I'm not out there.
[Though with the way he said it, it's almost like he's trying to convince himself that whatever horrible situation is outside that wall really isn't much more exciting than being trapped in here.]

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If you are incapable of fighting, then you should truly be grateful the deities have locked you where you are, assuming you are in the glass city.
[Her words are blunt and unamused.]
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Who says I'm not?
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[Her words still sting, but she means well. Children are taught to fight, but shouldn't be forced into battle until they are ready.]
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[He is really not amused, either.]
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Not too well.
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[She looks over and smiles a bit at the boy.] M'Rose Tyler. What's your name?
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Deserts usually are.
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