"during times of plague, there will always be those who can't rest until they've become infected"
Welcome to You're Mad!
Or, more importantly, welcome to rabies-ravaged Prague in the not-too-distant future.
We're the latest and greatest in the unique roleplaying environment. If you've ever had that one strange, eccentric, totally unique character that simply didn't fit in properly anywhere else, then this is the place for you.
Why? Because we're all a little mad here. In... er... both contexts of the word, if you catch my drift.
LOCATION: prague
DATE: 2023
WEATHER: oh, c'mon. who cares these days? it's all the same.
CHARACTER OF THE MOMENT
this could be your face!
we're watching you...
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 (9:05 AM) "endlessly," she said, [open]
| Eli Rana |
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Newbie
Group: Daytimer Admin
Posts: 4
Member No.: 5
Joined: 16-September 08
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Walking. Walking, walking, walking. The morning was already proving to be a chilly one, air crisp and fresh from the wind slipping through the tall towers of Old Town, and Eli was beginning to regret his decision to take himself for a walk. Days off were less "fun" for him and more a hassle than anything-- at work, he kept busy. Here, he had nothing but his own thoughts to keep him occupied... and they really weren't very interesting.
Kiosks of all shapes and sizes were being set up for the day. He took a minute to admire a few paintings for sale, paintings of the Vltava, and then he was on his merry way. There was some metal work he was interested in, a few hand-made post cards on a separate rack from local periodicals, some clothing-- all of it with the advertisement of genuine Czech materials... whatever that meant.
These things were more for the tourists than anything, really. Eli heard that the bridge was calmer as night time set in, but he couldn't be sure of that. Whenever he spent his evenings on the bridge, they were just as busy as usual-- but there was a "change of guard" of sorts as new traders moved in and the others headed home to bed. He thought to himself, once, that it was stupid to travel during these "dark" times. Big cities weren't safe, anymore... not that they had ever really been safe, but there was now the threat of biological warfare. Rumors spread about Nighttimers going out of their way to target tourists to infect.
He didn't pity them, though. The tourists. They were making decisions for themselves. No one forced them to Prague.
Bumping into someone, a stiff arm and broad shoulder, Eli collected his thoughts again. For the first time in a while, he craved company-- someone to wander the streets of Old Town with him. He thought of Klaudia. He thought of his brother, and of Holiday. Of the few people that he thought "understood" him. And then he realized that odds were good that they weren't thinking of him at all.
So he moved quicker through the crowds, weaving in and out of the swarming masses, hardly lifting an eye to the rest of the world. His hands were stuck in the bottoms of his coat pockets and his shoulders were pulled up around his neck. His feet were dragging along the stone walkway, and the way his face was nestled in the collar of his coat, his glasses were beginning to fog up.
For the five minutes it took him to reach the opposite end of the bridge, he only saw a total of, maybe, five human faces. The rest of the time, he kept his eyes lowered and his wandering gaze to the plethora of interesting sights on the rocky floor. As he entered Old Town, breaching invisible dividing lines, all he could wonder was where he could sit and smoke in peace... because Tolstoy was always good for conversation.
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