New Arrival
Who: Orihime Inoue, OPEN!
What: There's a confused newcomer hanging out. Tour guides wanted.
Where: Outside the hospital.
When: March 24, 2012 - Evening
Rating: PG (most likely)
It was starting to get dark. One by one the street lamps flicked on, illuminating the sidewalk, the hospital steps, the bench where a girl with chestnut hair sat very quietly as she turned the little radio device over and over in her hands. She'd changed into her street clothes before leaving the hospital room, but beyond that, she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do. Nothing in this city was familiar to her, and no matter how she tried to feel the spiritual signatures of others, it seemed she'd been cut off from that particular sense. She couldn't even feel the presence of the little spirits that comprised the Shun Shun Rikka -- her hairpins were nothing more than ornaments at this point.
Laying the device down in her lap, Orihime leaned back, turning her gaze skyward. This was supposed to be the point where she internally debated whether or not this was a dream, but really, she knew the answer as soon as she'd opened her eyes in the hospital room. Dreams had a surreal quality to them. This place was weird, she supposed, but it was definitely real. And it was somewhere very far away from Karakura Town.
Her stomach growled, and her pensive expression turned pitiful. Maybe she should have lingered in the hospital room a little longer, at least to gather her bearings and to receive a hot meal. It was too late to turn back now, though. Orihime was as healthy as anything, there was no way she'd be admitted. That would be kind of selfish anyway, taking attention away from patients who needed nurses and not waitresses.
So she hugged her stomach tightly as though that would stop the pangs, and exhaled heavily. Eventually someone would happen by. At first she'd hoped for a familiar face, but now, anyone would do. Soon it would be dark, and she didn't really relish the idea of being outside in an unfamiliar city once night fell.
Finally her desperation for answers drove her to abandon the bench, picking up the sack of meager belongings and holding them tight as she picked a direction and started to walk. If she couldn't find a place to stay, she was coming back to camp on that bench. At least it would be a new experience.
What: There's a confused newcomer hanging out. Tour guides wanted.
Where: Outside the hospital.
When: March 24, 2012 - Evening
Rating: PG (most likely)
It was starting to get dark. One by one the street lamps flicked on, illuminating the sidewalk, the hospital steps, the bench where a girl with chestnut hair sat very quietly as she turned the little radio device over and over in her hands. She'd changed into her street clothes before leaving the hospital room, but beyond that, she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do. Nothing in this city was familiar to her, and no matter how she tried to feel the spiritual signatures of others, it seemed she'd been cut off from that particular sense. She couldn't even feel the presence of the little spirits that comprised the Shun Shun Rikka -- her hairpins were nothing more than ornaments at this point.
Laying the device down in her lap, Orihime leaned back, turning her gaze skyward. This was supposed to be the point where she internally debated whether or not this was a dream, but really, she knew the answer as soon as she'd opened her eyes in the hospital room. Dreams had a surreal quality to them. This place was weird, she supposed, but it was definitely real. And it was somewhere very far away from Karakura Town.
Her stomach growled, and her pensive expression turned pitiful. Maybe she should have lingered in the hospital room a little longer, at least to gather her bearings and to receive a hot meal. It was too late to turn back now, though. Orihime was as healthy as anything, there was no way she'd be admitted. That would be kind of selfish anyway, taking attention away from patients who needed nurses and not waitresses.
So she hugged her stomach tightly as though that would stop the pangs, and exhaled heavily. Eventually someone would happen by. At first she'd hoped for a familiar face, but now, anyone would do. Soon it would be dark, and she didn't really relish the idea of being outside in an unfamiliar city once night fell.
Finally her desperation for answers drove her to abandon the bench, picking up the sack of meager belongings and holding them tight as she picked a direction and started to walk. If she couldn't find a place to stay, she was coming back to camp on that bench. At least it would be a new experience.