Agent 33 // Kara Lynn Palamas \\ Madam Masque (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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central_librarylogs2015-07-13 01:45 am
facemyenemys) wrote in central_librarylogs2015-07-13 01:45 am
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Who: Kara Palamas & Open to Anyone
What: A New Addition ...
When: Recently, She hasn't learned about this event yet...
Where: Fiction...
Warnings: Updated as needed
Notes: She's new, but I'd like to say she's already talked to someone about his place. Fable to be figured out shortly. I figure it will take a moment for the enchantment to take hold anyhow...
This must really just be her afterlife. She understands what has been told to her, and she understands that this could be her second chance on ... life? Or at least a second change in general, but it's still so strange to her. Trees and a garden in a library. Birds here and there. Books on shelves that are out of order and dusty.
Clean it up, they asked. Help make things better.
All the bitterness and anger inside her seemed pointless now that she was pretty sure she was dead. For now she thought she was alone, no one she knew was here, or were they? Maybe she hadn't ran into them yet. It didn't matter, so long as it wasn't Coulson and his team. So long as it wasn't HYDRA or SHIELD or ANYTHING like that. She'd make due. Tamp her anger back as hard as she could and get over it.
For now, she wandered, once in a while rearranging books, looking at them in wonder. Curiosity and wonder. The woman had a nasty looking burn scar across half her face and she was annoyed that her mask didn't work at all while she was here, but she would make it work, for now. At the moment she just went with it. If anyone stared, she wouldn't notice. Or pretend not to at least.
For now you can find her, either fixing book, or climbing an enchanted tree, looking around curiously. You might even find her poking at a toadstool with a frown on her face. This isn't real, it's all fiction, and yet she can touch it. So strange.
What: A New Addition ...
When: Recently, She hasn't learned about this event yet...
Where: Fiction...
Warnings: Updated as needed
Notes: She's new, but I'd like to say she's already talked to someone about his place. Fable to be figured out shortly. I figure it will take a moment for the enchantment to take hold anyhow...
This must really just be her afterlife. She understands what has been told to her, and she understands that this could be her second chance on ... life? Or at least a second change in general, but it's still so strange to her. Trees and a garden in a library. Birds here and there. Books on shelves that are out of order and dusty.
Clean it up, they asked. Help make things better.
All the bitterness and anger inside her seemed pointless now that she was pretty sure she was dead. For now she thought she was alone, no one she knew was here, or were they? Maybe she hadn't ran into them yet. It didn't matter, so long as it wasn't Coulson and his team. So long as it wasn't HYDRA or SHIELD or ANYTHING like that. She'd make due. Tamp her anger back as hard as she could and get over it.
For now, she wandered, once in a while rearranging books, looking at them in wonder. Curiosity and wonder. The woman had a nasty looking burn scar across half her face and she was annoyed that her mask didn't work at all while she was here, but she would make it work, for now. At the moment she just went with it. If anyone stared, she wouldn't notice. Or pretend not to at least.
For now you can find her, either fixing book, or climbing an enchanted tree, looking around curiously. You might even find her poking at a toadstool with a frown on her face. This isn't real, it's all fiction, and yet she can touch it. So strange.