Post by wuffgruffle on Jun 17, 2023 7:49:21 GMT
Solène #1
Oh, how hectic the past several weeks had been. Between the finalization of so many training regimens, graduating from that stuffy private school, and not but a few Quincy coming-of-age ceremonies and Clan Introductions, it was absolutely not subtle at all to Solène that her life was approaching an important cornerstone of her future. For so many years, being holed up in those stuffy mansions and driven about to various social events and lessons with practically no agency of her own, it almost felt unreal that so much of that was about to change. But now, standing in the airport with no chaperone, and simply a set of printed instructions clutched in one hand along with her umbrella, with her briefcase and carry-on held in the other, the world felt jarringly still.
Clad in her clean white designer clothes, with long, laced rain boots that clicked as she walked, the young woman took a steadying breath for herself, taking in that unfamiliarly humid air of a land quite foreign to her home. And the strangeness of that breath, the very alien nature of the sounds around her, strangers bustling to and fro. It put a bright, optimistic smile on her face.
And so her boots clicked as she stepped out of the airport and over to the shuttle bay, ready to grab these strange new opportunities by whatever handholds she could find. Or, should the situation call for it, ones that she would make.
But the longest day was hardly even close to done for her. There were still many preparations to be had. Her apartment was prepared, with step-by-step instructions on how she would arrive at her new home-to-be. Then there was the matter of... the first item on her list. Calling Father, to let him know of her timely arrival. She considered, briefly, simply putting that off. But that would only draw negative attention to herself from. Hardly ideal, given her aspirations hinged on minimal interference from the old man. And it wasn't as if she could do much as the shuttle made its way to the city proper. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone, the bedazzled case glimmering under the bright Japanese sun, and tapped a few times through her contacts.
"[Hello papa! I have arrived safe and sound!]" she spoke in loud, fluent French, gesturing to the shuttle around her if only for her own amusement. "[Yes, yes, I am following the list. Yes, I have cash papa. Yes. Mhm. Yep. No issues on the flight. Not a rain cloud in sight, papa.]"
But alas, the man seemed hellbent on talking her ear off. With a roll of her eyes, she blew gently onto the microphone. "[Ah! ~pheeeew~! The wind is picking up, Papafewwww~ I will call you back!]" she called out with her mouth away from the phone, before hurriedly tapping the end call button to grant herself peace once again. Enough for her to simply rest her head against the shuttle window, listening to the vibrations of the engine as she watched the city pass her by.
Finally, after some time, the shuttle dropped her off, and she was free to stretch her legs once more. She took a moment to do so, squeaking from the exertion as she lifted her arms above her head, before going back to the list once more. Japanese roads didn't exactly have names... wait. How did that make sense?! She looked about hurriedly, trying to make sense of the still somewhat unfamiliar Kanji on the signs around her, before twitching with frustration.
"[...Please, whatever may be up there, don't make me ask for directions on my first day...]" she mumbled aloud, as she began trekking in what she hoped was the correct direction to her apartment. All the while her suitcase rolled behind her, and those long, white boots clicked ever so rhythmically on the pavement.