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The science fiction rollplay for members of Flight of Fancy. |
Zalla was the first off once the ship landed. She needed to think things over. Well, one thing: Chrysth. She felt... she felt as though she missed him. Before she had been certain she detested the way he treated her, now she realized how much... wow. She had grown used to the way he treated her and even viewed it as good, in a way. Mostly because he didn't completely ignore her. He had been a cruel jerk, but still, in a way, she missed the old him. in some ways he was the same, but so many things had changed. A tear dropped from Zalla's eyes. She didn't like the changes. Not just in Chrysth, but she had grown tired of the adventure. She was ready to go back to INS, and continue living the way she had before. The way she always had... but she couldn't. She was a criminal. Glaring, she whiped the tear off her face, telling herself what a dork she was to cry. What a little kid you are! she told herself fiercely, but the sadness didn't go away. She watched as the others came of the ship, hoping they wouldn't notice. note: sorry it took me so long! Been really busy! |