Octavia Blake (
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The Streets of Fandom, Late Sunday Morning
Bellamy had not taken well to Octavia's disappearing act on Friday. There'd been kind of an argument over it, actually, because come ooooooon, Bel, she'd already been here a bunch of times and nothing had happened to her! And she usually never got to go anywhere on her won, because she never got to go anywhere at all! It wasn't fair!
There'd maybe been some tears, actually.
But she'd stuck around him for all of Saturday because she hated making him worry.
... But then Bellamy had slept in on Sunday and experience had taught her it might be the last day, and Friday had been fine and so she'd snuck out again, still wearing a jacket that was too big for her and that had a small stuffed bunny peering out from one of the pockets, though the pockets weren't filled with cookies anymore.
Because there were also a couple of sandwiches in there. Along with all the cookies, because, cookies.
And now she was just roaming the streets around the island with no particular destination in mind. Sometimes, she hid behind corners when she saw strangers coming down the street - because while she thought she was safe, unfamiliar adults still kind of concerned her - but mostly she was just excitedly peering in through shop windows, occasionally ducking with a tiny 'eep!' when she caught someone actually looking back out at her.
[ooc: Open streets, open post!]
There'd maybe been some tears, actually.
But she'd stuck around him for all of Saturday because she hated making him worry.
... But then Bellamy had slept in on Sunday and experience had taught her it might be the last day, and Friday had been fine and so she'd snuck out again, still wearing a jacket that was too big for her and that had a small stuffed bunny peering out from one of the pockets, though the pockets weren't filled with cookies anymore.
Because there were also a couple of sandwiches in there. Along with all the cookies, because, cookies.
And now she was just roaming the streets around the island with no particular destination in mind. Sometimes, she hid behind corners when she saw strangers coming down the street - because while she thought she was safe, unfamiliar adults still kind of concerned her - but mostly she was just excitedly peering in through shop windows, occasionally ducking with a tiny 'eep!' when she caught someone actually looking back out at her.
[ooc: Open streets, open post!]
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Magic stores sometimes had costume stuff, right?
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(She did not.)
"Maybe?" she agreed, shrugging. "If you think so?"
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The lip-chewing turned almost immediately into confusion, though.
"... You have a boat?"
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"That place?"
They had probably had some advertising outside with pictures of lobsters on them, yes.
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Octavia's pleased smile was both immediate as well as wide. "I've seen that place!" she beamed. But, then: "... Is that far away?"
She'd seen it before, but she was terribly at judging distances. On account of not having had to worry about that kind of thing before.
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'Cause, you know.
Usually when she walked, the scenery never changed.
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He started down the street, back towards the harbor. “So, uh. How long have you been with this Bellamy guy?”
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Her expression turned hesitant, before her gaze slid downwards to her feet as she walked. "A while?"
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“Why doesn’t he want you to go outside?”
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That was a fair bit mumbly. And then, because he was probably going to ask her why that was, next, she followed it up with a quick, "I could get lost."
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Though maybe also relieved to get to say something that wasn't about Bellamy.
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"That's not right."
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So at least that checked out.
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