Stroll into the Past (OPEN)

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Amelia was bored out of her mind. She was also really not tired and it was really night time. Small children did not bode well with doing anything at night either. And Honos was investigating some legal thing, last she heard. It was ten at night, which in all due respect was not that late, but she’d already watched the day’s Good Mythical Morning on YouTube (bless Rhett and Link, those geniuses) and was at a good breaking point in her book, so she just lay there wide awake.

And that was roughly when the racket started. She heard a knock. Not a door knock. A oops, I knocked the crib side against the wall again knock. She sighed and got up to investigate. Maybe Yvette was tossing in her sleep. She cracked the door and peeked in to see Yvette-… standing in her crib bed and attempting escape. She shook her head and went in. “You restless too, sweetie? Alright, come here.” She picked her up out of her crib and was about to head for the rocking chair when it occurred to her. It might be ten here, but there was such a thing as time zones. She smiled and put Yvette back in place. “You wait here, darling. Mommy will be right back.” She went back to the master bedroom and changed into whatever she found first, which turned out to be a black skirt and pink classic Calvin Klein blouse. Slip on her black flats and she headed back to Yvette, getting her once more out of the crib and setting about work, the portal on her mind.

Twenty minutes later, note left on the kitchen table, she was in New Rome in the mid afternoon sun with Yvette and her child-sunglasses because she was probably more sensitive to time zones. She took a deep breath of the crisp late Summer air and smiled. Home. Well, one of them. She set off along the roads of New Rome towards the general direction of the forum, nothing particular in mind but a simple stroll and hopes of seeing familiar faces.

TAG: @ OPEN
WORDS: 353
NOTES: Just trying to keep this char alive.

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It was a day like any other day. It started with a wake up in an empty apartment and his eyes were tired. It had been another sleepless night, a lot of tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling. So when he actually woke up, he was fairly exhausted. He rolled to his side out of the bed as he put his feet on the ground. He had a few lessons to do today. Mostly he was going to keep teaching the kids the proper way to hold a bow. Most of the kids were younger, but Liam did what he could to help teach them. He wasn't someone who in general liked kids and for some reason they liked him. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why they liked him. Ronan stood in front of the mirror with the sink and splashed water on his face to try to wake himself up. It was as if his whole body ached, the ma tress was too soft and the blankets were too warm. He was used to the cold concrete floors and cells, the mask that kept him muzzled was sitting on a shelf with a few books, it reminded him of what it had been. He still wasn't quite used to having the freedom that he was thrust into right now.

Liam grabbed his keys as he walked out into the sunlight, blinking his eyes as the sun seemed to pierce through trees that made the ground looked dapple in the shadows as the breeze seemed to float through the air, rustling the leaves as he walked. He taught the morning lessons, they ended without too much incident, no one accidentally shot someone else and there were no diving for cover as a kid spun around trying to play with arrows. A few scratches from where the kids had fallen all over themselves trying to horseplay. The legacy had broken up the fight pretty easily but after all, it was a long day. It was only mid afternoon, but he was already tired. He probably should eat something, not eating all day was bad for you. He wasn't quite used to having anything he wanted. He had eaten enough pizza that he had gotten sick the first time but he was still learning what he liked and didn't like. He liked a lot of things and there were things that he didn't care for. Sweets were something that still took some getting used to and coffee, well it was the best thing that he ever put to his lips.

He ordered lunch before sitting down near the fountain at the forum. There were a lot of people around and he still felt that crippling anxiety every time that he got every time he was around a bunch of people he didn't want to talk to. He watched a woman pass with a small child and a stroller, a binky bounced out of it which he automatically picked up and tapped the woman on the shoulder as he walked to keep up with her. "ma'am." He stated as he held up the binky to her, hoping that she would take it.

Words: 536
Notes: trying to do something with this
Tags: @amelia

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Amelia was taking in the old familiarity of the town. Yvette, she could see through the plastic clear square in the hood of the stroller, was sitting peacefully. She returned her attention to the world around her, keeping close to the edges due to the crowds. Maybe she should buy a smoothie. Oh, she hadn’t brought any money. What a silly thing to forget! Well, no smoothie for her. She had her diaper bag, so at least she wasn’t completely useless. She listened closely to everyone talking around her, making her mind switch back to English after so long in France. Most people didn’t seem to notice her. She was certainly okay with that. She used to be a bit of a Scarlet Letter here. Now, so it would seem, people had moved on with life. Either that or she had changed enough to no longer be recognized. She doubted that part, so she figured it must just be the trick of time.

Then there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to find a strikingly handsome gentleman holding Yvette’s binky. “Oh! My my, thank you so much.” She glanced through the little window to see if a crying spell was imminent and instead saw the little girl’s head lulled to one side which surely meant the rhythm of the cobblestones had rocked her straight to sleep and the binky had no longer been firm enough to stay. She turned back to the man. He was a little gangly, but his eyes were strikingly alive and she couldn’t help but find him interesting. She took the binky back and tucked it into a pocket of her diaper bag to be cleaned when possible from falling on the ground. “You’re a life saver. She never would have lived through permanently losing that. It’s her favorite one.”

She extended a hand to the unusual man and smiled. “Amelia Rose MacArthur. Pleasure. I don’t believe we’ve met.” Well, she had a feeling she would have remembered if she met him before. All the same, she sincerely hoped he had not met her. Nothing like that big red A coming back to her carefully arranged blouse. Her nerves got the better of her and her smile was harder to keep in place as she feared her seconds of anonymity and fresh start slipped into her shame at the dirty looks sent her way. She had a new life in Paris. She was not so positive New Rome would understand that though.

TAG: @liam
WORDS: 419
NOTES: yay new friend! ....right?