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exsiliumlogs2013-01-23 12:02 am
petitfairy) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-23 12:02 am
Entry tags:
- blaine thorps (original),
- pidonus marasia (original),
- remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- sheryl nome (macross frontier),
- ✝ haruno sakura [naruto],
- ✝ isaac hunter (original),
- ✝ kazuma mikura [air gear],
- ✝ lilith [borderlands],
- ✝ ranka lee (macross frontier),
- ✝ rika furude [higurashi],
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
[open] You're lost, little girl
Date & Time: January 19th-31st
Location: The housing complex, the Hold, some random alleyways, etc.
Characters: kid!Sheryl Nome and YOU
Summary: A little girl wanders around Exsilium and gets lost a lot. Spoilers: she turns into a pop star ten years later.
Warnings: SO MUCH SAD
OPTION A: January 19th, right outside the Hold and alleyways
[Sheryl Nome is no stranger to murky skies and dark buildings towering over her like creepy monsters from nightmares; in fact, she can describe what they look like even as she closes her eyes. Lifeless, dull, dreary, unsettling. This place may not be Galaxy, but the similarities are too apparent that she might as well be at the slums by now. Heck, it even rains just like back home. To a seven-year-old girl who lived through that, it's jarring.
Clutching a newspaper over her head, she toddles around, eyes shifting from one side to the next as she appears frightened, her jaw tightly clenched. Despite how hard she's shivering and how unhealthily skinny she looked, she keeps walking across the sidewalk, trying her best to fight back tears. Dark smudges are all over her cheeks and legs, and her dress looks ragged from constant wear. Under close inspection, bruises can be seen on her knees. As for her hair, it's no longer a vibrant shade of pink — like she's been trapped in ash.
To anyone who once met her as a teenage idol singer with a confident stride, they may be able to spot similarities in appearances, mainly from the face and hairstyle. Don't mind her as she eventually bumps into someone without looking, causing her to fall on her back and yelp out loud. Shielding herself with both arms, she squirms to back away.]
Ah! I-I'm sorry...! Please don't hurt me!
OPTION B: January 20th-beyond, inside the apartment and the Hold
[After finally becoming accustomed to indoors, little Sheryl takes her time to explore her surroundings. Eyes widened, she winds up sneaking inside various rooms unsupervised, curiosity getting the best of her. As she continues with the tour, she keeps her hand pressed against her stomach, looking worried that she may not find some food on time. She doesn't have any money on hand, and she feels bad asking the people she'd already met for snacks. Additionally, she's still painfully shy around other Transports in general, fearing that she'll stumble upon a dangerous kind.
This girl may be little, but she thinks she can fend for herself for a while. No big deal, right?
Sheryl can also be seen at the training room/makeshift daycare center either A) painting some pictures, B) playing with a huge teddy bear, or C) making a mess. Bother/play with her?]
OPTION C: January 21st-beyond, wherever
[Feel free to make up any scenario! She could be wherever your character is located.]
(OOC: Action or prose is fine by me!)
Location: The housing complex, the Hold, some random alleyways, etc.
Characters: kid!Sheryl Nome and YOU
Summary: A little girl wanders around Exsilium and gets lost a lot. Spoilers: she turns into a pop star ten years later.
Warnings: SO MUCH SAD
OPTION A: January 19th, right outside the Hold and alleyways
[Sheryl Nome is no stranger to murky skies and dark buildings towering over her like creepy monsters from nightmares; in fact, she can describe what they look like even as she closes her eyes. Lifeless, dull, dreary, unsettling. This place may not be Galaxy, but the similarities are too apparent that she might as well be at the slums by now. Heck, it even rains just like back home. To a seven-year-old girl who lived through that, it's jarring.
Clutching a newspaper over her head, she toddles around, eyes shifting from one side to the next as she appears frightened, her jaw tightly clenched. Despite how hard she's shivering and how unhealthily skinny she looked, she keeps walking across the sidewalk, trying her best to fight back tears. Dark smudges are all over her cheeks and legs, and her dress looks ragged from constant wear. Under close inspection, bruises can be seen on her knees. As for her hair, it's no longer a vibrant shade of pink — like she's been trapped in ash.
To anyone who once met her as a teenage idol singer with a confident stride, they may be able to spot similarities in appearances, mainly from the face and hairstyle. Don't mind her as she eventually bumps into someone without looking, causing her to fall on her back and yelp out loud. Shielding herself with both arms, she squirms to back away.]
Ah! I-I'm sorry...! Please don't hurt me!
OPTION B: January 20th-beyond, inside the apartment and the Hold
[After finally becoming accustomed to indoors, little Sheryl takes her time to explore her surroundings. Eyes widened, she winds up sneaking inside various rooms unsupervised, curiosity getting the best of her. As she continues with the tour, she keeps her hand pressed against her stomach, looking worried that she may not find some food on time. She doesn't have any money on hand, and she feels bad asking the people she'd already met for snacks. Additionally, she's still painfully shy around other Transports in general, fearing that she'll stumble upon a dangerous kind.
This girl may be little, but she thinks she can fend for herself for a while. No big deal, right?
Sheryl can also be seen at the training room/makeshift daycare center either A) painting some pictures, B) playing with a huge teddy bear, or C) making a mess. Bother/play with her?]
OPTION C: January 21st-beyond, wherever
[Feel free to make up any scenario! She could be wherever your character is located.]
(OOC: Action or prose is fine by me!)
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A gasp quickly escapes from her once the jacket is over her shoulders, now feeling the warmth that's been so unfamiliar to her, and she clutches on to the sides, tugging it closer around herself. Adam is too kind to her, she thinks, as though she feels she doesn't deserve it, looking incredibly bashful. But--]
Anyone...?
[The question elicits a sharp tug within her heart along with the quick blinking of her eyes. She remembers now: she doesn't have any family or friends. No mother, no father, no one. Just Sheryl and herself.
And it's because of this reminder that Sheryl immediately shuts her eyes as she sniffs, dipping her head down to gaze down at her feet.]
no subject
But he can't leave her here like this.]
...how about this: why don't you come with me and we can get you warmed up? It's not a good thing to stay out here in the cold.
[Maybe find her some warmer clothes too.]
no subject
[— Wait, what? That definitely takes her by surprise, blinking owlishly at him with teardrops clinging to the corners of her eyes. She stalls her crying as her sniffs subside.]
W-Where will you take me?
[A fragment of hesitation makes itself known in her tone, shy as she sounds. It's good that she's being taken away from the dark alleys and he gave her a jacket to wear so she won't get cold, but...]
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[And obviously under adult supervision because children. But, this girl looks familiar somehow...]
Sorry for taking so long :(
[She's only asking to be sure, coming from a girl who's used to living in harsh conditions for so long. Her eyes shift to one side as she wipes her tears away, sniffing some more.]
you're fine! /hugs i still owe you a tag too
I'm positive.
[No one should be out here all alone, especially a child.]
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O-Okay. If you say so.
[Adam gave her his trust for so little, after all. As far as Sheryl knows, she can believe in him.]