Sara is upside down, her legs anchored over the top of her chair, swinging freely. The crinkled rings of her long golden hair cascade downwards, brushing the floor, and she stares questioningly at the person seated across from her. Her skirt miraculously hasn't fallen down enough to expose anything, even though her legs idly kick in the air. She has the sheet with the questions clutched in her hands. First she peers at the upside down image of the person across from her, then she twists the sheet so she can see it.
"I'll start," she volunteers. "What do you think the Drift is like?"
She has her own ideas, but she wants to hear theirs first.
In the back of her mind, she's painfully aware of the clocks and the sparse amount of time they note it's been since the last attack. Only a few days. But she doesn't want to think about them right now. They need to finish this first.
SCENARIO TWO
Sara boards the bus with a confidence that seems out of place for such a young, small girl, and a grin that borders on almost cocky. But when she speaks, it's with a sweet voice. "Isn't this exciting?" she says, to the person behind her in line as they're waiting for the bus. "I can't wait!"
The heat and humidity are almost oppressive, making her hair cling to her shoulders and neck. She keeps playing with it, grabbing it to keep it off her skin and keep herself even a little bit cooler. Eventually she digs a hair band out of the small bag she's carrying with her and begins winding her hair into a long, messy braid.
sara mudou ][ angel sanctuary
Sara is upside down, her legs anchored over the top of her chair, swinging freely. The crinkled rings of her long golden hair cascade downwards, brushing the floor, and she stares questioningly at the person seated across from her. Her skirt miraculously hasn't fallen down enough to expose anything, even though her legs idly kick in the air. She has the sheet with the questions clutched in her hands. First she peers at the upside down image of the person across from her, then she twists the sheet so she can see it.
"I'll start," she volunteers. "What do you think the Drift is like?"
She has her own ideas, but she wants to hear theirs first.
In the back of her mind, she's painfully aware of the clocks and the sparse amount of time they note it's been since the last attack. Only a few days. But she doesn't want to think about them right now. They need to finish this first.
SCENARIO TWO
Sara boards the bus with a confidence that seems out of place for such a young, small girl, and a grin that borders on almost cocky. But when she speaks, it's with a sweet voice. "Isn't this exciting?" she says, to the person behind her in line as they're waiting for the bus. "I can't wait!"
The heat and humidity are almost oppressive, making her hair cling to her shoulders and neck. She keeps playing with it, grabbing it to keep it off her skin and keep herself even a little bit cooler. Eventually she digs a hair band out of the small bag she's carrying with her and begins winding her hair into a long, messy braid.
"What do you think it's going to be like there?"