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undergrounds2017-03-11 08:34 pm
morevacant) wrote in undergrounds2017-03-11 08:34 pm
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Gonna like it here!
Well, it's not much, but it's home. Lydia grimly shuts the door on the very basic looking student hall. It's right on the border of Lambeth and Lewisham, just about in the good side, the safe side, to keep her mother from fussing. On the other hand, what mothers don't know can't hurt them, and Lydia is quite thrilled to be living so close to the border. For her at least, it's a little bit edgy, a little bit exciting. Even if it's thoroughly grotty as well.
(Mid day, March 11th, Lost in Lambeth)
Lunch beckons. After a long morning of moving in, Lydia's finally rid herself of her mother and she is absolutely exhausted. And starving.
Except, she's not quite sure where she is. Or where to go to get to a Starbucks. But they're everywhere in London, right? Right. Suddenly, she wishes she'd paid a little bit more attention to her governess… there was a spell for this, she's sure. But, it's too late for that. Lydia slips on a fur collared leather coat and sets out for a wander.
( Morning, 13th March, down along the Thames in Lambeth and Westminster)
So ostentatiously, Lydia's moved to London to study at Kings. In reality, she's supposed to be learning her craft from the witches of Circle Daybreak. In reality, she's shopping.
After such a small town, London's shops are just amazing, and Lydia's debit card flashes in and out of her bag. Quite soon, her arms are laden with paper bags from the little boutiques that litter the edge of the Thames. It's a phone call from her mum that eventually distracts her from the shops, and she flops down on a bench looking out over the river.
"Yeh, mum. Yes, I'm studying? What? Oh, like the basics, you know. Like, I don't know. Charming makeup and making teapots sing…. Yes, it's a real thing. Why would I make something so silly up? Eurgh… Look, Mum, I've got to go.The next class is starting and these witches are mega intense. I'll talk to you later, right?"
She hangs up and grins sheepishly at whoever happened to be in earshot to witness that one.
(18th March, Shoreditch, 3AM)
It's late. Lydia's had way too much to drink and she's not entirely sure how to get back home. Though, she does live near the river. That much she knows.
She waits to sober up a bit, leaning against a wall as she watches other revellers fall into taxis. She's drunk her money away for the night, and lost her friends from her hall, but it doesn't matter, right? The walk can't be that far.
Feeling a bit better, she wanders off through the streets of Hackney. As soon as she finds the river, finds Tower Bridge, follows it all the way back, she'll be just fine.
Are those footsteps? She speeds up as much as her high heels will allow, drunken giggles all but ceased now.
(Mid day, March 11th, Lost in Lambeth)
Lunch beckons. After a long morning of moving in, Lydia's finally rid herself of her mother and she is absolutely exhausted. And starving.
Except, she's not quite sure where she is. Or where to go to get to a Starbucks. But they're everywhere in London, right? Right. Suddenly, she wishes she'd paid a little bit more attention to her governess… there was a spell for this, she's sure. But, it's too late for that. Lydia slips on a fur collared leather coat and sets out for a wander.
( Morning, 13th March, down along the Thames in Lambeth and Westminster)
So ostentatiously, Lydia's moved to London to study at Kings. In reality, she's supposed to be learning her craft from the witches of Circle Daybreak. In reality, she's shopping.
After such a small town, London's shops are just amazing, and Lydia's debit card flashes in and out of her bag. Quite soon, her arms are laden with paper bags from the little boutiques that litter the edge of the Thames. It's a phone call from her mum that eventually distracts her from the shops, and she flops down on a bench looking out over the river.
"Yeh, mum. Yes, I'm studying? What? Oh, like the basics, you know. Like, I don't know. Charming makeup and making teapots sing…. Yes, it's a real thing. Why would I make something so silly up? Eurgh… Look, Mum, I've got to go.The next class is starting and these witches are mega intense. I'll talk to you later, right?"
She hangs up and grins sheepishly at whoever happened to be in earshot to witness that one.
(18th March, Shoreditch, 3AM)
It's late. Lydia's had way too much to drink and she's not entirely sure how to get back home. Though, she does live near the river. That much she knows.
She waits to sober up a bit, leaning against a wall as she watches other revellers fall into taxis. She's drunk her money away for the night, and lost her friends from her hall, but it doesn't matter, right? The walk can't be that far.
Feeling a bit better, she wanders off through the streets of Hackney. As soon as she finds the river, finds Tower Bridge, follows it all the way back, she'll be just fine.
Are those footsteps? She speeds up as much as her high heels will allow, drunken giggles all but ceased now.
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Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, he hunches his shoulders a little against the cold air. "Party I was at got shut down. You headin' anywhere fun?"
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She moves closer.
"The club closed. I guess it's home time. Though I can definitely be persuaded otherwise. Have you got anything in mind?"
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"More than welcome to join me."