Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 30, 2013 12:28:46 GMT -8
OOC; this is kinda a "what-if" thread. Not my idea, it was Mathews but I'm bored and it was all I could come up with so I'm going to just post it. Because...i can. Yup. Amazing what avoiding homework can do...
This is set in the world as it would have been if Barker had never bombed it to smithereens. So, yup, have fun- oh also, no exact posing order. Some of the context and character relationships were discusses in a skype call a while ago- so im going off of that. If it's not okay, or needs changing let me know.
Bastille strode along the side walk with the files in her hand. Her eyes trained forward because she swore if she stared at the paper one more second she might pass out.
Honestly, she'd gone to the doctor on a whim, and she'd been more than surprised when they were able to accommodate and even answer her questions WITHOUT the use of needles. The fact that she didn't need Mathew or David to tie her up and transport her first meant quite a bit.
David was her fiance of about two years now, and they'd been working on wedding plans for that time- Bastille sucked at weddings. However, it seemed they'd finally have to get their butts in gear because Bastille wanted it over and done with before she couldn't fit into the dress anymore. She was still tempted to wear pants....but 'people' insisted.
Bastille sighed and grumbled reaching her front door and fumbling for the key before inserting it and entering the premise. She closed the door and did a soft and short sigh. He knew she was pregnant, he'd known before her- or at least Bastille thought he knew.....they'd never rightly discussed it outright. Suddenly that idea made her feel nervous. Staying by the door, - easy escape, she bit her lip before glancing at the paper one last time and calling out into the house;
"David?"
This is set in the world as it would have been if Barker had never bombed it to smithereens. So, yup, have fun- oh also, no exact posing order. Some of the context and character relationships were discusses in a skype call a while ago- so im going off of that. If it's not okay, or needs changing let me know.
Bastille strode along the side walk with the files in her hand. Her eyes trained forward because she swore if she stared at the paper one more second she might pass out.
Honestly, she'd gone to the doctor on a whim, and she'd been more than surprised when they were able to accommodate and even answer her questions WITHOUT the use of needles. The fact that she didn't need Mathew or David to tie her up and transport her first meant quite a bit.
David was her fiance of about two years now, and they'd been working on wedding plans for that time- Bastille sucked at weddings. However, it seemed they'd finally have to get their butts in gear because Bastille wanted it over and done with before she couldn't fit into the dress anymore. She was still tempted to wear pants....but 'people' insisted.
Bastille sighed and grumbled reaching her front door and fumbling for the key before inserting it and entering the premise. She closed the door and did a soft and short sigh. He knew she was pregnant, he'd known before her- or at least Bastille thought he knew.....they'd never rightly discussed it outright. Suddenly that idea made her feel nervous. Staying by the door, - easy escape, she bit her lip before glancing at the paper one last time and calling out into the house;
"David?"
