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[There was... nothing weird today, nothing to be alarmed about. At least not as far as Pamela Laufeyjarson was concerned. She'd woken up to cook some kind of breakfast for her kids, like she did every day.
She'd cleaned around the house while they were still asleep. Like every day.
She had woken them up, then walked over to wake up her husband, too. Loki needed to get ready if he was going to get to work in time. He had always been a light sleeper, too, so that shouldn't take long.
Like every day.
... Then what was that feeling on her chest? That bothering, nagging feeling that wouldn't let her alone, wouldn't let her breathe at times. What were those flashes-
A kiss. A green clown she hated. A red clown she loved.
Ivy.
...What were those?]
[Phone]
This city... this town is- it really is our town, right? Even with the milk, the trouble it causes...
...I have always been living in here, haven't I?
Maybe I should pay the doctor a visit...
[Action - various]
[Flower shop. Streets. Her garden. Just shopping... You'll find Ivy doing her daily routine- or what she thinks it's her daily routine. She seems normal most of the time... the slightly antisocial, but still overall really nice and definitely plant-crazed neighbor that's been living in the city all her life.
At times, though... she'll just stop. Looking up, frowning... as if there was something she was trying to remember, she knew she was about to remember... but couldn't quite put her finger on it.]
[There was... nothing weird today, nothing to be alarmed about. At least not as far as Pamela Laufeyjarson was concerned. She'd woken up to cook some kind of breakfast for her kids, like she did every day.
She'd cleaned around the house while they were still asleep. Like every day.
She had woken them up, then walked over to wake up her husband, too. Loki needed to get ready if he was going to get to work in time. He had always been a light sleeper, too, so that shouldn't take long.
Like every day.
... Then what was that feeling on her chest? That bothering, nagging feeling that wouldn't let her alone, wouldn't let her breathe at times. What were those flashes-
A kiss. A green clown she hated. A red clown she loved.
Ivy.
...What were those?]
[Phone]
This city... this town is- it really is our town, right? Even with the milk, the trouble it causes...
...I have always been living in here, haven't I?
Maybe I should pay the doctor a visit...
[Action - various]
[Flower shop. Streets. Her garden. Just shopping... You'll find Ivy doing her daily routine- or what she thinks it's her daily routine. She seems normal most of the time... the slightly antisocial, but still overall really nice and definitely plant-crazed neighbor that's been living in the city all her life.
At times, though... she'll just stop. Looking up, frowning... as if there was something she was trying to remember, she knew she was about to remember... but couldn't quite put her finger on it.]
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Date: 2011-07-06 07:01 am (UTC)[That was the name Nig-... Edward had told her. And she had thought it sounded familiar.]
Do you remember Gotham?
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Date: 2011-07-06 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 09:02 am (UTC)I'd never want to leave... [she blinks, pausing because that... that feels too much of a lie to say it out loud...]
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Date: 2011-07-09 11:09 am (UTC)I...that sounds off. I have the same thoughts. But it doesn't feel right. Sound right. It seems off.