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Spend my days locked in a haze
Who| Courfeyrac & Open!
What| Courfeyrac is searching for Cinderella post-Hellarena.
Where| Various locations in the Arena
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will update as needed. Pick a location & let's do the thing!
Three weeks in and he still hadn't seen or heard anything from Cindy. Courfeyrac didn't expect that she would be attached to his hip or anything. She was a strong woman and far too independent an individual for that, but three weeks without a word? That was a little excessive, even for her. And after the week they'd all just had, the importance of a word, a note, anything to signify that she was okay was very sorely needed.
He knew she wasn't dead, but he had no idea where she was or if she'd been injured. He couldn't take another day of not knowing. So he told his friends he would be back later and he left the shoe store with a knife tucked into his pocket. He was going to find Cinderella. He wasn't going to let himself return to his friends until he knew she was alright.
What| Courfeyrac is searching for Cinderella post-Hellarena.
Where| Various locations in the Arena
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will update as needed. Pick a location & let's do the thing!
Three weeks in and he still hadn't seen or heard anything from Cindy. Courfeyrac didn't expect that she would be attached to his hip or anything. She was a strong woman and far too independent an individual for that, but three weeks without a word? That was a little excessive, even for her. And after the week they'd all just had, the importance of a word, a note, anything to signify that she was okay was very sorely needed.
He knew she wasn't dead, but he had no idea where she was or if she'd been injured. He couldn't take another day of not knowing. So he told his friends he would be back later and he left the shoe store with a knife tucked into his pocket. He was going to find Cinderella. He wasn't going to let himself return to his friends until he knew she was alright.
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He chewed on his lower lip as he gazed through the fog, wondering what the right answer was. He could not deny that he found difficulty thinking as Cinderella would, but the tale she was named after came to mind.
"P-Perhaps in a pumpkin?" Now he did not kid often, and immediately after that his cheeks grew hot from embarrassment because it was a clearly terrible joke. It was furthermore one he could not make to anyone, anyone else but Courfeyrac.
It's a shame he had completely forgotten the ever-constant cameras that had undoubtedly captured and immortalized it.