Post by Layla on Jun 28, 2006 17:48:35 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place the day after the masked ball
With an inward sigh, Layla tucked her hands into the pockets of her olive green jacket as she wondered what could possibly have possessed her to come here. To Red Fountain. A place she rarely stepped foot in. A place where she had no business being.
But in reality, she knew her reason for coming - though she still didn't quite understand it. That reason's name? Jac. Jac, her favorite dance partner from the night before; he had been a nice guy and he had definitely made the evening more fun for her by not completely buying into the insanely over-the-top formalities the way so many others seemed to have had. It had been such a relief to her to have found someone easy and interesting to talk to - someone who hadn't constantly expected her to say "m'lord" or to curtsy until her knees creaked under the strain of being bent at such awful angles. All in all, they had been having a great time, or at least she thought so, until that unfortunate incident happened with Tash and some other Red Fountain guy - something she hadn't even begun to understand. It had been curious, though, the way Jac had bolted when he saw the guy; in fact, he left so quickly that it almost made her head spin with the sudden turn of events.
The thing that had bothered her though wasn't so much that he had left her as it was how he had looked when he left her. It was as though someone had punched him in the stomach or sucked all the life out of him . . . in any event, she just wanted to see if he was okay or if she could lend an ear if he needed to talk.
Pausing outside the general lounge where she knew many of the boys congregated, Layla hesitated as she realized suddenly that Jac didn't even know her name, nor would he probably even recognize her since, even though he had removed his mask, she hadn't removed hers. At least, not in front of him. With a groan, Layla pushed aside that thought. She was here now; it would be pointless to turn back and go to Alfea. She would just have to re-introduce herself. With that in mind, she squared her shoulders and then entered the lounge, quickly casting her eyes around to see if she could spot Jac. Thinking that she saw him sitting on a couch off to the side of the room, Layla approached him as she asked, "Jac?"
With an inward sigh, Layla tucked her hands into the pockets of her olive green jacket as she wondered what could possibly have possessed her to come here. To Red Fountain. A place she rarely stepped foot in. A place where she had no business being.
But in reality, she knew her reason for coming - though she still didn't quite understand it. That reason's name? Jac. Jac, her favorite dance partner from the night before; he had been a nice guy and he had definitely made the evening more fun for her by not completely buying into the insanely over-the-top formalities the way so many others seemed to have had. It had been such a relief to her to have found someone easy and interesting to talk to - someone who hadn't constantly expected her to say "m'lord" or to curtsy until her knees creaked under the strain of being bent at such awful angles. All in all, they had been having a great time, or at least she thought so, until that unfortunate incident happened with Tash and some other Red Fountain guy - something she hadn't even begun to understand. It had been curious, though, the way Jac had bolted when he saw the guy; in fact, he left so quickly that it almost made her head spin with the sudden turn of events.
The thing that had bothered her though wasn't so much that he had left her as it was how he had looked when he left her. It was as though someone had punched him in the stomach or sucked all the life out of him . . . in any event, she just wanted to see if he was okay or if she could lend an ear if he needed to talk.
Pausing outside the general lounge where she knew many of the boys congregated, Layla hesitated as she realized suddenly that Jac didn't even know her name, nor would he probably even recognize her since, even though he had removed his mask, she hadn't removed hers. At least, not in front of him. With a groan, Layla pushed aside that thought. She was here now; it would be pointless to turn back and go to Alfea. She would just have to re-introduce herself. With that in mind, she squared her shoulders and then entered the lounge, quickly casting her eyes around to see if she could spot Jac. Thinking that she saw him sitting on a couch off to the side of the room, Layla approached him as she asked, "Jac?"
