► one. ( video )
( There's a woman coming into view via one of the mirrors. Not too tall, pretty thin, all but drowning in a baggy camo jacket with more pockets that could surely be useful. She's almost got a fragile look to her, the curl to her shoulders and how very pale her skin is. For all that, though, she's curious; turning over leaves and inspecting the Vine, even while she keeps her sweater sleeves twisted around her hands. After a few moments, she gives a little smile. Hesitant, at first, and very small; the smile doesn't do much to indicate she's at ease, though, the next thing she does being glancing over her shoulder nervously. Only after she's stood there for a few minutes does she look directly at the mirror. When she finally speaks, her voice is soft, and marked with a distinct Louisiana accent. ) Guess you're that thing the cats were talkin' up, huh?
( She seems to lapse into thought. What was this thing, why was it here? Why was she here? Sense'd make you think that was the sort of question they heard a lot around here, if anything them felines had to say was true. Checking out the mirror, running her finger along it, she speaks again. ) Well, it's nice to meet you, then. Them cats said this was a good way to get meetin' people 'round here. Uh. Well--
( A long, slow sigh, and she shrugs her shoulders, keeping them raised around her neck, all stiff. Very softly, she continues. ) Seems to me ya'll probably get a whole mess of folks askin' the same questions.
( Her smile is apologetic as her hand strays thoughtlessly to her mouth, letting herself chew at the nails. ) I'm Bonnie. If any of you could get to tellin' me where I could, um. ( she's absently chewing on her lip, now, looking almost anywhere save for the screen proper, fingers anxiously threading through her hair. )
I guess-- Where I could get holda dental floss? And, uh. And I guess... maybe poptarts, or somethin'.
( Clearing her throat, she straightens her back a bit. It lasts a couple of seconds before she just auto-slouches again. Almost too soft to hear she adds, ) I'd be real appreciative. Thank you.
( She seems to lapse into thought. What was this thing, why was it here? Why was she here? Sense'd make you think that was the sort of question they heard a lot around here, if anything them felines had to say was true. Checking out the mirror, running her finger along it, she speaks again. ) Well, it's nice to meet you, then. Them cats said this was a good way to get meetin' people 'round here. Uh. Well--
( A long, slow sigh, and she shrugs her shoulders, keeping them raised around her neck, all stiff. Very softly, she continues. ) Seems to me ya'll probably get a whole mess of folks askin' the same questions.
( Her smile is apologetic as her hand strays thoughtlessly to her mouth, letting herself chew at the nails. ) I'm Bonnie. If any of you could get to tellin' me where I could, um. ( she's absently chewing on her lip, now, looking almost anywhere save for the screen proper, fingers anxiously threading through her hair. )
I guess-- Where I could get holda dental floss? And, uh. And I guess... maybe poptarts, or somethin'.
( Clearing her throat, she straightens her back a bit. It lasts a couple of seconds before she just auto-slouches again. Almost too soft to hear she adds, ) I'd be real appreciative. Thank you.