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Jun. 4th, 2014 05:29 amvisiongirlWhen she said this was her off ramp -- well this wasn't quite what Cordelia had meant, honestly. She's not sure what she was expecting, really. It's hard to know with the Powers That Be sometimes. But she can honestly say she never expected to go through a door and end up in the middle of a hotel lobby.
It's not the Hyperion, the hotel she had known best. It's not anyplace she's ever found herself in, but that doesn't mean much. Did someone hijack her from whatever the Powers That Be? She really hopes this isn't another hell dimension -- okay, so Pylea had it's perks and all and they had made her a princess but there was a lot of unsavory parts of that experience as well. Whatever brought her here -- for whatever reason -- she's here now. So she should probably start looking around, try to find any clues about where here is.
She wanders through the area, looking for hints, someone to talk to -- anything that could be useful. What she doesn't expect, however, is to see the figure of someone she would recognize anywhere. He isn't supposed to be here, she thinks. He's supposed to be home, getting back on track. She had just finished saying goodbye to him, knowing he'd learn the truth of her condition shortly after. Saying goodbye the first time had been impossible enough. She's not sure she could stand doing it a second time.
And yet she can't help but call out his name anyway.
"Angel!"
It's not the Hyperion, the hotel she had known best. It's not anyplace she's ever found herself in, but that doesn't mean much. Did someone hijack her from whatever the Powers That Be? She really hopes this isn't another hell dimension -- okay, so Pylea had it's perks and all and they had made her a princess but there was a lot of unsavory parts of that experience as well. Whatever brought her here -- for whatever reason -- she's here now. So she should probably start looking around, try to find any clues about where here is.
She wanders through the area, looking for hints, someone to talk to -- anything that could be useful. What she doesn't expect, however, is to see the figure of someone she would recognize anywhere. He isn't supposed to be here, she thinks. He's supposed to be home, getting back on track. She had just finished saying goodbye to him, knowing he'd learn the truth of her condition shortly after. Saying goodbye the first time had been impossible enough. She's not sure she could stand doing it a second time.
And yet she can't help but call out his name anyway.
"Angel!"
