[ first ] best first impression
[There's something wrong with the newest page of your journals, Paradisa. Two clean shots in a tight, precise grouping kind of wrong.]
[This "entry" is clearly being dictated--the sharp military click of boots against the stone floor of some hallway seem to move closer. This journal has been following Riza Hawkeye for quite some time now and apparently Riza Hawkeye was not in the mood to be followed.]
[If you happen to stumble upon her random stretch of hallway, you might see why. Judging by her appearance alone, Hawkeye has clearly seen better days. Face stern with concentration, a small frown pulls her mouth in what seems to be its habitual expression as she stoops to retrieve the journal. Her long blonde hair is tangled and loose, streaked with blood and dirt, as is the jacket she has buttoned up over nothing as far as it will go. Traces still cling to the curve of her cheek, but the bandages around her throat seem clean.]
[Considering this, maybe her less than warm reaction to being seemingly stalked by an inanimate object might be excusable.]
If I am beginning to hallucinate...maybe I have lost too much blood after all.
[And as another wave of dizziness hits, wandering aimlessly around a strange castle looking for answers seems less and less to be the best course of action. Book in hand, she slumps against a wall and slides into a seated position where she is.]
[This "entry" is clearly being dictated--the sharp military click of boots against the stone floor of some hallway seem to move closer. This journal has been following Riza Hawkeye for quite some time now and apparently Riza Hawkeye was not in the mood to be followed.]
[If you happen to stumble upon her random stretch of hallway, you might see why. Judging by her appearance alone, Hawkeye has clearly seen better days. Face stern with concentration, a small frown pulls her mouth in what seems to be its habitual expression as she stoops to retrieve the journal. Her long blonde hair is tangled and loose, streaked with blood and dirt, as is the jacket she has buttoned up over nothing as far as it will go. Traces still cling to the curve of her cheek, but the bandages around her throat seem clean.]
[Considering this, maybe her less than warm reaction to being seemingly stalked by an inanimate object might be excusable.]
If I am beginning to hallucinate...maybe I have lost too much blood after all.
[And as another wave of dizziness hits, wandering aimlessly around a strange castle looking for answers seems less and less to be the best course of action. Book in hand, she slumps against a wall and slides into a seated position where she is.]