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[ E N T R Y S A M P L E ];
[holds up a basket of flowers. Might I add they're paper flowers, a variety of different colors] O-oh excuse me? Sir? .... Would anyone like a flower? They're free, take as many as you'd like. They're good for decoration or a gift. Maybe they can place as a center piece on your dinning room table. They might not be real, but I'm sure they'll still bring smiles to your wife's face. You'll never have to worry about watering them either.
[she's trying to hand passing people flowers but of course, they're ignoring her. One person even bumps into her and she falls, her basket of flowers hitting the floor and scattering everywhere] Oh... [D: poutpout] That person was sure in a rush... [she shakes it off then turns to notice the flowers]
Oh no! P-please don't step on the flowers!
[ R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E ];
Aerith' looked around the church, with a curious expression placed on her face as well as a small smile that was starting to form on her pale skin. Normally she'd look troubled, who wouldn't? One doesn't go from outside in a church and even if she didn't know the outside well, she was smart enough to tell that this wasn't normal. But despite all of that, Aerith sat on the ground with her hands folded in her lap and a calm expression replacing the curious, almost confused one. "It's peaceful here. I really like it." She felt safe here, it was as if Zack had returned to her after all those months of him being away. But the thought of him hurt. Badly. Her chest was in pain, like someone grabbed her heart and was pulling on it but not ripping it out. She lowered her head to hide the fact that her smile had vanished.
Zack....
She wouldn't believe the rumors. She couldn't. That's why she wanted to go look for him, it's the reason she escaped the Shin-Ra building after all. To see if she can find any information at all about the man and prove to all the SOLDIERs that he was still alive. It made the girl sad that no one had faith in Zack that he'd return. He might just be missing, not dead. Aerith brought her hands up to her face, they were clasped together, as if she were praying. "I know he'll return. Safely too. Then we can sell real flowers together." It was a small thread of hope that she clung too, maybe a false reality of not accepting the truth that she knew.