Post by mireille foss on Nov 13, 2016 22:59:12 GMT 10
我是我的魔鬼
CINDERELLA WHO LOST BOTH HER SHOES
From a distance Amour snapped a photo of the Eiffel Tower on her phone and in seconds had uploaded it to her photoblog. 「Guess where I am <3」 It didn’t take long for the first reaction to come in; photos with things like the Eiffel Tower always did that, so long as they weren’t blurry. People liked familiar landmarks and until Amour received the touched up versions of the photos she’d just had taken it’d keep her followers interested. Or so she hoped.
… I’d better update them on the costume in a few hours, Amour noted. In truth, she had no idea what costume she was going to make. None of the popular characters seemed to have simple outfits.
She moved up against a wall so she could let out an exhausted sigh at the thought of what lay ahead without getting in anyone’s way. Amour would be lying if she said that this area was her favourite in Paris; sure, there were some amazing and beautiful things here, but there were also too many people and, frankly, too many tourists gawking and standing in the way of her photos.
Thankfully, with her obligatory bait-photo done, Amour was free to go home and… well, she had a couple of school projects that were nearly due, but Amour wasn’t about to lie to herself and pretend she was going to do them today. There were much more important things to do!
As she walked towards the nearest metro station, Amour fumbled in her pockets to count what was in there - and would you believe it?! Something was missing! Amour froze, felt around again, pulled everything out so she could count them with her own eyes, then despaired.
Her metro-card - the one that she’d just topped up this morning - was nowhere to be seen. “Well, aren’t you stupid!” she exclaimed, the insult aimed at herself, but a few people looked around to see if they were the ones being addressed.
A little panic started to creep in. It was a very long walk home, and even if she was up for the walk, Amour didn’t have time to waste on it. She was on a tight schedule and had to get home fast!
She realised… she realised she might have to rely on the kindness of strangers, and at that Amour felt fortunate that at least she looked cute. No one ever said no to a cute girl, right?
Approaching the first stranger who (as far as she could tell) hadn’t looked at her strangely, Amour addressed them in a very fast manner. “Excuse me, could you please help me out? I’m afraid I’ve lost my metro card and need to get home urgently. If you wouldn’t mind, could you give me some money for the…”
A frown slowly spread over Amour’s face as her voice trailed off and she leaned back from the stranger a little. “I… know you, don’t I?” she asked with an unsure voice as she tried to push everything Amour in her brain aside, looking for what Mireille would know.
… I’d better update them on the costume in a few hours, Amour noted. In truth, she had no idea what costume she was going to make. None of the popular characters seemed to have simple outfits.
She moved up against a wall so she could let out an exhausted sigh at the thought of what lay ahead without getting in anyone’s way. Amour would be lying if she said that this area was her favourite in Paris; sure, there were some amazing and beautiful things here, but there were also too many people and, frankly, too many tourists gawking and standing in the way of her photos.
Thankfully, with her obligatory bait-photo done, Amour was free to go home and… well, she had a couple of school projects that were nearly due, but Amour wasn’t about to lie to herself and pretend she was going to do them today. There were much more important things to do!
As she walked towards the nearest metro station, Amour fumbled in her pockets to count what was in there - and would you believe it?! Something was missing! Amour froze, felt around again, pulled everything out so she could count them with her own eyes, then despaired.
Her metro-card - the one that she’d just topped up this morning - was nowhere to be seen. “Well, aren’t you stupid!” she exclaimed, the insult aimed at herself, but a few people looked around to see if they were the ones being addressed.
A little panic started to creep in. It was a very long walk home, and even if she was up for the walk, Amour didn’t have time to waste on it. She was on a tight schedule and had to get home fast!
She realised… she realised she might have to rely on the kindness of strangers, and at that Amour felt fortunate that at least she looked cute. No one ever said no to a cute girl, right?
Approaching the first stranger who (as far as she could tell) hadn’t looked at her strangely, Amour addressed them in a very fast manner. “Excuse me, could you please help me out? I’m afraid I’ve lost my metro card and need to get home urgently. If you wouldn’t mind, could you give me some money for the…”
A frown slowly spread over Amour’s face as her voice trailed off and she leaned back from the stranger a little. “I… know you, don’t I?” she asked with an unsure voice as she tried to push everything Amour in her brain aside, looking for what Mireille would know.
this turned out longer than planned, so no worries about shorter replies