[ She means to turn it to text, actually, but presses the wrong button, so have a unfocused, upside-down image of Fuuka, looking pale and with dark smudges under her eyes; her low constitution is catching up with her, and the cold and hunger have gotten to her ( Read more... )

[ Look, it's Fuuka! She's sitting at a chair and holding a squirming kitten in her lap, who she lets go after a moment's struggle, smiling sheepishly at the camera. ] Thank you, so much, to everyone who helped look for Zio-chan. Um, as you saw, he's fine, and back home. I'll be more careful from now on ( Read more... )

H- has anyone seen a kitten? He's white, with orange spots, and his back leg is twisted so he limps and he ran out the door before I could catch him! His name is Zionga!

He must still be somewhere in Horton, but if a monster gets him... P- please keep your eyes open!

[ ooc: fuuka is running around the halls of horton! anyone who wants to run ( Read more... )

[ Fuuka has left her communicator on the kitchen table. It overlooks a small apartment-slightly messy, some flowers in pots scattered around, and a couch against a wall. Fuuka can be seen curled up on one end, book in lap, reading, not paying attention to anything else ( Read more... )

I... [ She trails off, trying to think of what to say. There's a tiny meow, and Fuuka hmms, sounding pleased instead of exhausted. ] Hm? Zionga-chan?

[ She starts petting the kitten idly, and speaks again after a moment. ] I've... been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. And when I do fall asleep, I have really awful nightmares ( Read more... )

[ It's mostly quiet. Really strain and you can hear her breathing. Pacing. Talking to herself: ]

It's nothing. I... I'm being stupid. I can go in... it's "home."

[ But last time she was home, she killed someone. Accidentally, but in her right mind. She left and stayed in the empty apartment next door. Slept almost entirely through the past few ( Read more... )