Seras #00idk
Who: Angst!Seras (10 yr old due to kiddy card)and whoever else.
Where: Tamaki's Christmas Party
Style: Third
Status: Open!
Seras was not amused. She didn't really get why that ghost had told her to give Harley a gift. Harley of all people! She didn't want to upset the ghosts, so she had begrudgingly gone shopping for her anyways, and got what seemed appropriate for and insane clown girl. She flew over to Tamaki's party. She hadn't met him yet, but he seemed like a nice guy. and apparently his party was the place to be. Maybe she could just drop off the present and then move on and socialize with other people. She walked in the door and looked around. She didn't see Harley there. She hoped she didn't seem underdressed to everyoner else in her normal skirt and short sleeved shirt, but she didn't exactly get cold.
Oh, I might as well call her, she thought. She reached into her pocket to pull out her dreamberry. She found something else in there. A card. She looked at it and suddenly felt a strong urge to somehow use it. First, the call. She found Harley in her contact list and called, but there was no answer, so she left a message. "I ah.... need to give you something >.> Can we meet up somewhere?"
That damn card was practically yelling for her to use it. She pulled the gift bag around her wrist so she'd have two free hands. She noticed a slot to slide the card through. "Huh? I'd never seen that before." She slid it through. And then...
"wha? where am I?" Seras looked around. She didn't recognize anyone. She couldn't remember how she got here, or why she was at a party with a bunch of adults. Had she been adopted? Wouldn't she remember that? Maybe the orphanage had gotten sick of her and dumped her somewhere. Maybe she should have been nicer to the other children. She looked down at her wrist. The gift bag had a label on it, "To Harley, from Seras. Harley? who's that? a friend?" She couldn't remember knowing any kids named Harley. And she was cold. Very cold. Why was she wearing a skirt and shirt in winter. She rubbed her arms, cold and confused.
Where: Tamaki's Christmas Party
Style: Third
Status: Open!
Seras was not amused. She didn't really get why that ghost had told her to give Harley a gift. Harley of all people! She didn't want to upset the ghosts, so she had begrudgingly gone shopping for her anyways, and got what seemed appropriate for and insane clown girl. She flew over to Tamaki's party. She hadn't met him yet, but he seemed like a nice guy. and apparently his party was the place to be. Maybe she could just drop off the present and then move on and socialize with other people. She walked in the door and looked around. She didn't see Harley there. She hoped she didn't seem underdressed to everyoner else in her normal skirt and short sleeved shirt, but she didn't exactly get cold.
Oh, I might as well call her, she thought. She reached into her pocket to pull out her dreamberry. She found something else in there. A card. She looked at it and suddenly felt a strong urge to somehow use it. First, the call. She found Harley in her contact list and called, but there was no answer, so she left a message. "I ah.... need to give you something >.> Can we meet up somewhere?"
That damn card was practically yelling for her to use it. She pulled the gift bag around her wrist so she'd have two free hands. She noticed a slot to slide the card through. "Huh? I'd never seen that before." She slid it through. And then...
"wha? where am I?" Seras looked around. She didn't recognize anyone. She couldn't remember how she got here, or why she was at a party with a bunch of adults. Had she been adopted? Wouldn't she remember that? Maybe the orphanage had gotten sick of her and dumped her somewhere. Maybe she should have been nicer to the other children. She looked down at her wrist. The gift bag had a label on it, "To Harley, from Seras. Harley? who's that? a friend?" She couldn't remember knowing any kids named Harley. And she was cold. Very cold. Why was she wearing a skirt and shirt in winter. She rubbed her arms, cold and confused.