OPEN LOG | NEW ARRIVALS & CO
Who: Rin Sohma sequests and YOU. And you and you and you. New characters and old!!
What: Just arriving to the Thor!
When: Today, September 18th! Early morning.
Where: Around the New Arrivals office.
Why: 'Cause Newcomers gotta mingle while panicking, amirite? And veterans need to show them the way!
Rated: PG-13? I'd assume possible cursing and such.
Style: Brackets! For easiness.
[She couldn't believe this. She couldn't believe this. It had to be some kind of shitty joke, one that wasn't funny at all, and was really pissing her off.
In the hall outside of the New Arrivals office, where many new refugees had settled down to start pounding on the paperwork, sits a young woman. Unlike several of the other new refugees, she hasn't touched the pile of papers next to her, rather, she's sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest, and her eyes fixed in one place -- some random spot on the floor.
Right now, she was trying to focus on breathing, but she was feeling sick. Really sick. Her throat was tight, in that familiar way that meant that she might throw up her guts. Not to mention that her stomach was burning, and her head was aching.
Don't panic? Don't panic? Bullshit.
Deep, slow breaths, like she learned -- but they weren't helping. Images were flashing across her mind, and she didn't see a single familiar face around. No -- especially the one face she most wanted to see.
Damn it.
Slowly, she stands, resting her hand against the wall, trying to keep her balance. A stumble, and she's gripping the wall for support, staring ahead and down the long winding hallway curiously.
Wanna butt in on her thoughts? Kick her pile of paperwork? Etc etc? Please do! :>]
What: Just arriving to the Thor!
When: Today, September 18th! Early morning.
Where: Around the New Arrivals office.
Why: 'Cause Newcomers gotta mingle while panicking, amirite? And veterans need to show them the way!
Rated: PG-13? I'd assume possible cursing and such.
Style: Brackets! For easiness.
[She couldn't believe this. She couldn't believe this. It had to be some kind of shitty joke, one that wasn't funny at all, and was really pissing her off.
In the hall outside of the New Arrivals office, where many new refugees had settled down to start pounding on the paperwork, sits a young woman. Unlike several of the other new refugees, she hasn't touched the pile of papers next to her, rather, she's sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest, and her eyes fixed in one place -- some random spot on the floor.
Right now, she was trying to focus on breathing, but she was feeling sick. Really sick. Her throat was tight, in that familiar way that meant that she might throw up her guts. Not to mention that her stomach was burning, and her head was aching.
Don't panic? Don't panic? Bullshit.
Deep, slow breaths, like she learned -- but they weren't helping. Images were flashing across her mind, and she didn't see a single familiar face around. No -- especially the one face she most wanted to see.
Damn it.
Slowly, she stands, resting her hand against the wall, trying to keep her balance. A stumble, and she's gripping the wall for support, staring ahead and down the long winding hallway curiously.
Wanna butt in on her thoughts? Kick her pile of paperwork? Etc etc? Please do! :>]