Um, h-hello everyone, this is Kyrie ( Read more... )

[At first, it sounds like a young girl sniffling to herself for a moment before she suddenly quiets down, as if actually recognizing the place]

This place...? [There's a pause before she can be heard scrambling to get the journal that's lying face down from her. Depending on who you are, this might actually be a familiar voice.]H-hello? Can anyone ( Read more... )

[Guess whose back after being mallynapped for a little while? Kyrie seems to have reappeared at the edge of town and is slowly making her way back home, stumbling around a bit worse than usual though like she's going to collapse soon; poor crippled girl. She would say something to someone about her being back, but her journal is at home. Her house ( Read more... )

[Outside there is a little wooden setup, Kyrie smiling and sitting behind the stand. Nothing incredibly remarkable about it, except for a chair that's been set up next to the stall and the sign overhead that reads "Psychiatric Help", a couple of the letters backward and an offer of five cents for Kyrie to, apparently, provide "psychiatric help" for ( Read more... )