Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name Esmerelda Location Notre Dame, France Tagging No one yetanyone in the area The snow had most definitely been like a rare jewel. However, it was also much akin to a double-edged blade, one that few people had expected. Unfortunately, this did include one gypsy, Esmerelda. For the past ... months? Years? Some time now, she had been - almost literally - dancing between the outskirts of Notre Dame, France lingering in and out of the city while surviving in her own form or fashion. It was never by any illegal means, gods no! Heavens forbid she dare let herself sink so low! But with how Notre Dame had become, precautions had to be taken. And one did include how she showed off her talents, particularly any form of palm or tarot card reading. True, her clothing alone could all but spell out to the simplest child she was a gypsy. But there was where another set of precautions kicked in. If she wasn't in plain sight, she was hiding somehow. When needed, the young woman could be rather quick to react and agile on her feet. But alas, now her head was having to do the contemplating right now. And it pained her to even consider what she was about to do. In fact, her mind was arguing with itself. Are you mad?! Most of the people probably haven't changed their view on us, on our kind! So what do I do?! Just stay out here and freeze to death?! It'll be an easy way for them to get rid of yet another gypsy ... The grim but honest to gods truth was more than enough for Esmerelda to realize ... this was one of those 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' type of scenarios. She needed to live. And for that, she would need a place with far more warmth. The outskirts, ergo, would not be a sufficient place to do this in. Thankfully, she had remembered everything - good and bad things - from while she had been raised by the family of gypsies. A few recollections did include some abandoned alleyways, a select few having concealed passages within them even. It'd be a hell of a long-shot to reach even just one. But she had to try. Why? Simple. Esmerelda was not at all ready for to open her arms for Death, certainly not! After taking a soft, deep breath and swallowing nervously, Esmerelda finally did it. Her feet moved. One, two, three steps ... and finally, she was back in the city, in her home. But she wasn't done. Far from it. She had to move, and quickly. Thankfully, most of the civilians had been astounded with the snow as the gypsy herself and, given the lack of people in sight, were in their own homes. Or at least not out and about in the streets, that much was for sure. Her mind raced faster, her heart seeming to try to catch up with it. A mental map of Notre Dame appeared in her head along with memories of where passages, shortcuts to them, or both could be. While she finally decided on a location, Esmerelda had to remind herself of one thing. There weren't any quick ways to the place. However , it would be one of her best places to be in. It was, had always been, a sanctuary for everyone, even gypsies. Especially gypsies, actually Hopefully that hadn't changed. Now that she'd figured a sound plan out, Esmerelda's feet began guiding her, moving the young gypsy through the streets and heading right for the cathedral. It was more than big enough, it'd be easy to spot. All she'd have to do was get inside. Until then, she kept to using as many alleyways as possible, decreasing how easy it was to realize she was even inside the city to begin with.