[When she takes the first few steps from the train, Vanellope is confused. The moment before she’d been racing out of the glitch of a home she’d made for herself with a medal in hands and the next she’d been stuck on a silent, creepy mess of a train. So finding herself on the empty, desolate train station platform was really not something she’d had planned. She had a big race to win after all, there was no time for dilly dallying!
So it’s with a huff and a jump that the young girl finds herself on the ground and wandering the city, cookie-medal in her hands and eyes wide with curiosity despite herself.]
Jeeeez, what a dump! [She laughs fearlessly and skitters forward, partially thrilled to be in a new place despite the important things she’s got to do. Was this how it felt to jump games? Not all that it was cracked out to be really!] Hello? Anybody out there?
[The longer she walks the more intriqued she gets.]
Third Person:
It takes a long while for Vanellope to finally accept that she’s not going home to Sugar Rush any time soon and even then she’s stubborn enough to ignore all the comments and wait at the dusty train station she arrived on, legs swinging as she sat on a bench. But no trains come, no new passengers drop off and Vanellope has never been quite the patient sort. So she fiddles with the shining surface of the watch that had appeared in the pocket of her hoodie with her, presses buttons and peers into the feed.
“Why’s this game’s train so weird? Does this happen to ya all the time???” She opens her mouth to jabber some more but she’s interrupted by the screech of tires on metal and glances over, eyes wide in perfect shock. There’s a pause, enough time for the new confused occupant to get up and stumble towards the doors of the train--
--and she’s off, watch falling to the floor in a shudder of metal on stone as Vanellope’s short legs carry her towards the train.
“Wait--!” It’s a gasp, breath white in the chill of the air. “Wait for me!”
But she’s too late, hands scrambling at moving sides as the train peels away from the station with only a confused new arrival and Vanellope. Her shoulders slump, head ducking, but though she’s not patient, Vanellope is stubborn. So she takes a deep breath, trudges over to where she sat before and grabs her watch from where it’d fallen. There’s a smile on her face, almost too bright, as she polishes dust from metal, “Oops.”
And she shuts the feed before her failure catches up with her again.
[CANON] Vanellope Von Schweetz || Wreck-It Ralph || Reserved || 3/3
[When she takes the first few steps from the train, Vanellope is confused. The moment before she’d been racing out of the glitch of a home she’d made for herself with a medal in hands and the next she’d been stuck on a silent, creepy mess of a train. So finding herself on the empty, desolate train station platform was really not something she’d had planned. She had a big race to win after all, there was no time for dilly dallying!
So it’s with a huff and a jump that the young girl finds herself on the ground and wandering the city, cookie-medal in her hands and eyes wide with curiosity despite herself.]
Jeeeez, what a dump! [She laughs fearlessly and skitters forward, partially thrilled to be in a new place despite the important things she’s got to do. Was this how it felt to jump games? Not all that it was cracked out to be really!] Hello? Anybody out there?
[The longer she walks the more intriqued she gets.]
Third Person:
It takes a long while for Vanellope to finally accept that she’s not going home to Sugar Rush any time soon and even then she’s stubborn enough to ignore all the comments and wait at the dusty train station she arrived on, legs swinging as she sat on a bench. But no trains come, no new passengers drop off and Vanellope has never been quite the patient sort. So she fiddles with the shining surface of the watch that had appeared in the pocket of her hoodie with her, presses buttons and peers into the feed.
“Why’s this game’s train so weird? Does this happen to ya all the time???” She opens her mouth to jabber some more but she’s interrupted by the screech of tires on metal and glances over, eyes wide in perfect shock. There’s a pause, enough time for the new confused occupant to get up and stumble towards the doors of the train--
--and she’s off, watch falling to the floor in a shudder of metal on stone as Vanellope’s short legs carry her towards the train.
“Wait--!” It’s a gasp, breath white in the chill of the air. “Wait for me!”
But she’s too late, hands scrambling at moving sides as the train peels away from the station with only a confused new arrival and Vanellope. Her shoulders slump, head ducking, but though she’s not patient, Vanellope is stubborn. So she takes a deep breath, trudges over to where she sat before and grabs her watch from where it’d fallen. There’s a smile on her face, almost too bright, as she polishes dust from metal, “Oops.”
And she shuts the feed before her failure catches up with her again.