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5 // Action; Phone
Mar. 7th, 2011 08:48 am**Now with more options for creepiness**
A.
[ACTION]
[Handwaving an encounter with the angels, you might find Koharu running down the street at full tilt, scared witless from MOVING STATUES. Sure none had tried to grab her or kill her and she's not entirely...sure they moved, maybe she was imagining it, but fight or flight definitely kicked in]
[She probably ran into you or bumped into you with just a quick muttered apology. MUST GET HOME.]
B.
[PHONE]
Isn't it a little early for allergies? [rubs her eyes, it feels stupid to talk about statues moving in the safety of her home] Maybe I just got something in my eye...
C.
[It's later that day, she's stumbling through the town, catching sight of her arms and legs in windows and having small freakouts at what she sees. She can't stop rubbing her eyes, it feels like sand, so much sand and it won't stop. She curls up in a nook between two shops, crying and whimpering at how she can't move, she's stone, just stone. That is, until she dies. Now she's just a little dead girl stuck between two shops]
D.
[PHONE: THE NEXT DAY]
D-d-did...a-anyone else die...[She has all of her curtains closed because that will help really. Her voice trembles and occasionally breaks off into sobs. She's never died before.] What are those things?
A.
[ACTION]
[Handwaving an encounter with the angels, you might find Koharu running down the street at full tilt, scared witless from MOVING STATUES. Sure none had tried to grab her or kill her and she's not entirely...sure they moved, maybe she was imagining it, but fight or flight definitely kicked in]
[She probably ran into you or bumped into you with just a quick muttered apology. MUST GET HOME.]
B.
[PHONE]
Isn't it a little early for allergies? [rubs her eyes, it feels stupid to talk about statues moving in the safety of her home] Maybe I just got something in my eye...
C.
[It's later that day, she's stumbling through the town, catching sight of her arms and legs in windows and having small freakouts at what she sees. She can't stop rubbing her eyes, it feels like sand, so much sand and it won't stop. She curls up in a nook between two shops, crying and whimpering at how she can't move, she's stone, just stone. That is, until she dies. Now she's just a little dead girl stuck between two shops]
D.
[PHONE: THE NEXT DAY]
D-d-did...a-anyone else die...[She has all of her curtains closed because that will help really. Her voice trembles and occasionally breaks off into sobs. She's never died before.] What are those things?
