((Test #2, as I kind of ignored her for like two months and want more practice anyway))
Public Transportation
Excuse me.
[There is a very small-seeming teenage girl being steadily pressed toward the back of the standing-room-only bus, squashed between rude commuters and her own backpack. She's also having trouble making herself heard over the noise of the bus.]
Um, excuse me?
[She also may be having trouble seeing what stop the bus is at and/or breathing.]
Er, help? Anyone?
The Mall
Henrietta sighed. She hated dealing with crowds at the mall during the holidays every year, and this year she was feeling even more awkward and out of place than usual. She had to admit to herself that that was saying something, and did so while toying with her Mystery Ring of Don't-Even-Know-What-This-Is-For, which was apparently an early Christmas present from the Universe, or at least the weird parts of it that she'd recently discovered.
She sat on a bench (at least there were places to sit down here) and considered her options. There were clothing stores she didn't like, bookstores she did like but were full of rude holiday shoppers, or sitting here and pondering her own weird daydreams about superheroism and weird architecture. She sighed and tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling and lost in thought. Time seemed to stop for a while.
Then it actually did stop, as far as she could tell. After a few seconds of shocked staring at suddenly motionless people, Henrietta practically jumped off the bench and yelled in surprise. That was, of course, when she realized she'd fallen into another weird daydream and now everyone in the immediate vicinity was starting at her like she had some kind of disease. Henrietta glued her eyes to the floor and started trying to shuffle through the crowd unobtrusively, before someone decided she was crazy or on drugs.
((I'll respond to either in any format, I just felt like some variety))
Henrietta ??? (Homura Akemi) | Puella Magi Madoka Magica | Re-Test
Public Transportation
Excuse me.
[There is a very small-seeming teenage girl being steadily pressed toward the back of the standing-room-only bus, squashed between rude commuters and her own backpack. She's also having trouble making herself heard over the noise of the bus.]
Um, excuse me?
[She also may be having trouble seeing what stop the bus is at and/or breathing.]
Er, help? Anyone?
The Mall
Henrietta sighed. She hated dealing with crowds at the mall during the holidays every year, and this year she was feeling even more awkward and out of place than usual. She had to admit to herself that that was saying something, and did so while toying with her Mystery Ring of Don't-Even-Know-What-This-Is-For, which was apparently an early Christmas present from the Universe, or at least the weird parts of it that she'd recently discovered.
She sat on a bench (at least there were places to sit down here) and considered her options. There were clothing stores she didn't like, bookstores she did like but were full of rude holiday shoppers, or sitting here and pondering her own weird daydreams about superheroism and weird architecture. She sighed and tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling and lost in thought. Time seemed to stop for a while.
Then it actually did stop, as far as she could tell. After a few seconds of shocked staring at suddenly motionless people, Henrietta practically jumped off the bench and yelled in surprise. That was, of course, when she realized she'd fallen into another weird daydream and now everyone in the immediate vicinity was starting at her like she had some kind of disease. Henrietta glued her eyes to the floor and started trying to shuffle through the crowd unobtrusively, before someone decided she was crazy or on drugs.
((I'll respond to either in any format, I just felt like some variety))