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❝wake up in the morning feeling like p.chiddy❞ ([personal profile] prosecutingly) wrote in [personal profile] rubycitymods 2012-12-23 04:34 am (UTC)

[Canon] Integra Hellsing | Hellsing | Reserve | 2/2

First Person: [Example I – Text]
I have to admit, this is all very strange to me.
It’s been a challenge trying to come to terms with my dwelling.
I’m still uncertain as to how I wound up here.
The people here are at the very least pleasant, if not dull.
I hope England isn’t in too much trouble.
But I suppose I will have to make do.
Maybe there’s a purpose to my being here, something I haven’t quite discovered yet.
Possibly I shall investigate around the city.
Perhaps I may discover something intriguing.


[Example II – Action]

Test drive meme. (Note: I decided to change her point in canon after having written the sample. Sorry for the confusion!)

Third Person: It had taken a honeyed tongue to calm Integra down from her little outburst on the communicator. It was obvious she had no desire to be in a strange city, taken away from her home, and organization. What of England, what of her duty to the Queen, what of Alucard and Seras? Too much was going on for her to all of a sudden disappear. “Perhaps there is a purpose to my being here?” she thought to herself.

She took out a small cigar tin from her pocket. As she walked she lit one up, and began inhaling the smoke deeply. Puff after puff, it felt somewhat relieving to her. At the very least, she felt lucky she still had this pleasure.

While she didn’t feel anything threatening, her eyes darted up and down all the streets and corners of the city. One could never be too careful, especially at night. God, she felt as if her years of hunting vampires were getting the best of her.

She stopped, and took a moment to lean against the side of a building. She then removed the cigar from her mouth, letting out a cloud of smoke from her lips. Fact of the matter is, she realized, is that at some point she’ll have to come to terms with living here, gain a tolerance to the people, adapt to everyday life until such a time she can go home… whenever that time may be. She sighed, and took another puff from her cigar, as she walked off to her new home in the darkness of the night.

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