action|voice • one way to make an entrance

[hatesghosts]

[ At first, there was silence. Then, several names were shouted... and then there was a shriek, followed by the sounds of someone running away.

That was half an hour ago. This impromptu nature channel has been recording the forest since the crashing shrieker disappeared. Only now... something is coming back. Something... loud.CRUNCH CRASH

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[sortabeautiful]

Testing, testing, one two three?

[hatesghosts]

Ah, someone else, too?

[ Not a bad thing, it helps focus her attention and gives her more to follow in her search for -- a book.

She's tired of books. At least the ones that don't have to do with school (as bad as she is at absorbing material from the ones that do). ]

[sortabeautiful]

Yeah, hey.

Did you just get here?

[hatesghosts]

[ Wait, pause, assimilate this information Liz. No, this question. ]

Just before it started raining.

[ It is highly impractical to be wearing a white dress IN THE RAIN IF ANYONE CARED ]

[sortabeautiful]

[ ... oh. ahem. well, way to go malnosso. ]

Lost the journal?

[hatesghosts]

[ perverts, all of 'em.

Liz's voice is coming closer to the journal, if she's not at it yet. ]

I... kinda dropped it somewhere around here. Do you think you could keep talking for me?

[sortabeautiful]

Sure. [ there's something amusing about all of this. ]

I'm Jacob. What's your name?

[hatesghosts]

Liz. Liz Thompson.

[ Jacob sounds nice and like a name that hasn't belonged to anyone crazy lately. Unlike, say, Justin...

Step step rustle crunch crack! Getting closer! ]

Where're you from?

[sortabeautiful]

La Push, Washington. You?

[hatesghosts]

Death City, Nevada.

[ Some people just can't seem to walk quiet in the woods. Liz... is one of them right now. ]

Hey, I think I see it!

[sortabeautiful]

Always nice to meet a fellow American. [ jeez, lady, you're scaring the animals. ] Do you have someone to bring you back to town?

[hatesghosts]

[ Aaaand shake rattle RUSTLE -- then her voice is coming in nice and clear. ]

What, are we in the minority or something around here?

[ If only she knew. S-sob. ]

It sounds like someone named Michael is going to head out toward some kind of watch tower? If we can get up a tree and find out where it even is.

[sortabeautiful]

... Something like that, yeah.

Just give me a shout if you need any help. The forest is kind of a pain to navigate. [ because wolf powers make finding people awesome. ]

[hatesghosts]

[ Liz smiles in reflex at the -- journal. Oh. This is much less fun than smiling at people when they're offering assistance. ]

How lost can you really get out here?

... With people willing to look for you if you do?

[sortabeautiful]

[ a chuckle. ] Good point.

The first while here can be pretty nerve wracking. It's not like home for most people. But there are a lot of folks who are willing to help a stranger out.

[hatesghosts]

Home has a lot fewer trees and a lot less rain, that's for sure.

[ And it's not something she says, but it's... not something she entirely trusts, this idea of so any willing to help out a stranger. But she trusts it enough, and that enough, that she trusts it as all, is such a mark of where she's at in her life. ]

Kinda hard to believe all of that, but I guess it's pretty true. For at least a handful of strangers willing to talk and help a girl find her journal, huh?

In the rain.

In whi...

[ She just trails off, coming to a slow realization. ]