Post by Mina Ellison on Jan 26, 2008 0:27:59 GMT -5
When Mina finally arrived in Paris, she was very tired and VERY sore. Her trip from the boat basically had consisted of her sitting for one day and six hours in a warehouse before she was finally picked up by what sounded like a broken forklift. From there she remembered being hastily dropped into a cargo car and hearing the train begin to take off. Not exactly the worst way to travel, she supposed (after all why drive when you can be driven?) but not exactly the most comfortable.
Once the train had been running for about an hour, she had decided it was safe to come out of her box and roam a bit. Since the doors were closed, she had no way of telling whether it was night or day and her watch had stopped somewhere between the time she was picked up by the warehouse forklift and dropped in the car. After a while, however, she decided to open the door and take a look for herself. The moon shined over the deep woods as the train sped along and from a distance she could see the unmistakable silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, illuminated by the lights from the city.
"At last!" she thought. "Time to blow this pop stand."
She had hopped off and rolled down a hill onto a dirt road as the train made another curve. All she'd had to do was walk about 10 miles before she crawled through some brush, made her way through the cobblestone streets, and found herself where she stood.
As she made her way down the River Walk, she thought about the information she had looked up on people who hunted vampires, the Slayers. She hadn't gotten much, mostly websites to stories people had written about them. But then there was the site which had told her about the Watcher's Council and the school here in France. She couldn't even begin to think where she would start looking. Asking people was a no-go, mainly because she didn't know one word in French and also you don't really go around asking people, "Hey, so how about that Slayer School? I bet it's pretty famous. Maybe you could tell me where it is?". Not to mention, she had no resources at her disposal, computers or otherwise.
She sighed and looked at the river flowing below her. These problems would have to wait until she was rested, for she was in absolutely no condition to begin any sort of search in the state of jet lag she was in. She found a bench nearby, took off her jacket and covered herself as she leaned against it. Yes, tomorrow was a new day and she'd be more rested and ready to begin her search. For now, though, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Once the train had been running for about an hour, she had decided it was safe to come out of her box and roam a bit. Since the doors were closed, she had no way of telling whether it was night or day and her watch had stopped somewhere between the time she was picked up by the warehouse forklift and dropped in the car. After a while, however, she decided to open the door and take a look for herself. The moon shined over the deep woods as the train sped along and from a distance she could see the unmistakable silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, illuminated by the lights from the city.
"At last!" she thought. "Time to blow this pop stand."
She had hopped off and rolled down a hill onto a dirt road as the train made another curve. All she'd had to do was walk about 10 miles before she crawled through some brush, made her way through the cobblestone streets, and found herself where she stood.
As she made her way down the River Walk, she thought about the information she had looked up on people who hunted vampires, the Slayers. She hadn't gotten much, mostly websites to stories people had written about them. But then there was the site which had told her about the Watcher's Council and the school here in France. She couldn't even begin to think where she would start looking. Asking people was a no-go, mainly because she didn't know one word in French and also you don't really go around asking people, "Hey, so how about that Slayer School? I bet it's pretty famous. Maybe you could tell me where it is?". Not to mention, she had no resources at her disposal, computers or otherwise.
She sighed and looked at the river flowing below her. These problems would have to wait until she was rested, for she was in absolutely no condition to begin any sort of search in the state of jet lag she was in. She found a bench nearby, took off her jacket and covered herself as she leaned against it. Yes, tomorrow was a new day and she'd be more rested and ready to begin her search. For now, though, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
