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Shilo walks not quickly but confidently down the aisle between the rows of audience members, the doors are opened for her and as she steps through the camera lights and flashbulbs blind her. She raises her hands to shield her eyes as everyone begins talking around her at once.
When she lowers her hands, the too-bright light is sunlight and the roar of the crowd has muted into what she dazedly realizes is the sound from the water in front of her. It takes her a few moments to realize that what's in front of her is the ocean, clean and blue green and stretching so far that she can't see the ends of it and the sky above it is blue and nearly cloudless and unobstructed by buildings or billboard screens. Around her are green plants, more than she's ever really seen in one place and there's so much space...
She stumbles backward and shoves the door closed, retreating back to the more familiar confines of the building only to realize a moment later that it wasn't as familiar as she'd expected. She slowly walks forward into the lobby, brushing her long, black hair with one hand and leaving a bloody smeark along her cheek. Her hair, hands, arms and the black slip she's wearing are all smeared with blood, especially her back. Fortunately it isn't hers, but between what she's just been through and the sudden displacement from the Genetic Opera House to an entirely unknown hotel is getting to be a bit much for the sheltered seventeen year old.
Mun: Shilo Wallace, from REPO! The Genetic Opera. Sheltered but tougher than she looks, and currently covered with quite a bit of blood.
When she lowers her hands, the too-bright light is sunlight and the roar of the crowd has muted into what she dazedly realizes is the sound from the water in front of her. It takes her a few moments to realize that what's in front of her is the ocean, clean and blue green and stretching so far that she can't see the ends of it and the sky above it is blue and nearly cloudless and unobstructed by buildings or billboard screens. Around her are green plants, more than she's ever really seen in one place and there's so much space...
She stumbles backward and shoves the door closed, retreating back to the more familiar confines of the building only to realize a moment later that it wasn't as familiar as she'd expected. She slowly walks forward into the lobby, brushing her long, black hair with one hand and leaving a bloody smeark along her cheek. Her hair, hands, arms and the black slip she's wearing are all smeared with blood, especially her back. Fortunately it isn't hers, but between what she's just been through and the sudden displacement from the Genetic Opera House to an entirely unknown hotel is getting to be a bit much for the sheltered seventeen year old.
Mun: Shilo Wallace, from REPO! The Genetic Opera. Sheltered but tougher than she looks, and currently covered with quite a bit of blood.