Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Julietta Roth Julie Attire White filmy nightgown and robe, white slippers, silverpearl necklace. Location The Lakeshore nearing the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Anyone Nesa possibly Vis'karr. The air was thick with something strange and sinister, Julietta's mind snapped to the inky waters of the lake for a brief moment as her cool eyes fixed upon its ripples before looking back at the odd woman. She tilted her head as she stared at her, trying to read her, to gauge her intentions. She hoped the woman didn't feel as though she was being impolite, but these were strange times indeed. Shadows had eyes and they watched. Watched and waited. And when people had conversations with things that weren't... there... it made one wonder. Just then, more of that pungent odor struck at her nose and she tried her best not to crinkle it. Instead, she bit down on her lip and smiled, curtseying slightly in return. It was an old fashioned gesture. But then, that was her way. She was never one to do things of the modern norm, drawn more to the serene. Perhaps that was why water beckoned her as it did, why it chose her. Cursed her... I am Julietta, Julietta spoke softly. Though most simply call me Julie. I will answer to either. Again, she smiled, her hand reaching to twist at several strands of platinum. As Julietta watched the red-head, she wondered what her purpose was. She talked to invisible things... or were they shadows? A pang of fear suddenly washed over her and she began to tremble, frightened at the idea that the monsters might have followed her to the one place she typically found solace, peace... until... she noticed the other to whom she was speaking. There was another! Instantly, a wave of relief washed over her. It was as if all the calming waters of the world suddenly ran over her flesh and washed her clean. A smile crept over her lips at the notion of a twin. Though the woman had called it a... doppleganger? Still, how lovely to have someone to trust. But there was still another with them all. That other she'd seen moving about. Her head turned to see who it was. The red-head seemed to know him. Whether that was something that she should find comfort in or not, she was still uncertain. Her time at the academy hadn't been long so she hadn't met very many and her fears made those numbers even fewer than it would be for most given things. It made Julietta ache that she was always so afraid of everything, especially people. Fearful of closeness, yet yearning for it with a desperation that it made her want to weep. Often times she'd find herself sobbing, her tears staining her face as she'd cry over her longings for friends, for intimacy, for anything, yet... It was a vicious cycle and she hoped that she could one day break it. Might I ask you your name? Julietta then asked the red-head, her lips still upturned into a smile. She then glanced back toward the person she'd been referring to. A painter? He seemed to be waving his arms about in a strange sort of motion. Just what was he doing... why...? It seemed to have purpose and it caused a chill to run along her spine since she didn't understand it. Who is he and what is he doing? she then asked, gesturing toward the painter.