85th Journey
[Audio.]
Ah...
[There's the noise of nervous fingers fumbling with buttons of the device.]
Please work... Please work! I don't know where I am. H...Hello? Mom-Mother? Father?
[Accidental Video.]
[A nervous looking Youko is desperately trying to contact her home; she ocassionally looks above her shoulder to stare at the unknown city with wide-eyed fright. Maybe I could contact the police, but that will draw too much attention. She has a reputation to think about! Her mother had warned her about not trying to drawn bad rumors. What is she going to say? Her natural hair color already spread enough gossip among her teachers and classmates.
Youko also looks completely unlike she usually does. Her hair is still red, but of a less fiery shade, her eyes are brown instead of emerald green and her skin has a fair complexion. There is no tomboyish or athletic bone in her system, just a bland feminine poise. She brushes anxiously her braided hair, shrinking her shoulders further on the bench of the Square. If wasn't for the ring of her voice, she will be unrecognizable to others. She holds the device with her hung head and pleads:]
I... I'm sorry. I'm dialing the right number? I am... Nakajima Youko. T-This should be my parents' number. Please, help me. This isn't Tokyo or... This can't be Japan either. Is there anyone there?
(ooc; Age reversal... down to a year ago (without counting City time). In body, she only de-aged a year but emotionally, current!Youko acts in the level of the hundred-years old people she hangs out with, while pre-Keiki!Youko acts... like a dumb teenager).
Ah...
[There's the noise of nervous fingers fumbling with buttons of the device.]
Please work... Please work! I don't know where I am. H...Hello? Mom-Mother? Father?
[Accidental Video.]
[A nervous looking Youko is desperately trying to contact her home; she ocassionally looks above her shoulder to stare at the unknown city with wide-eyed fright. Maybe I could contact the police, but that will draw too much attention. She has a reputation to think about! Her mother had warned her about not trying to drawn bad rumors. What is she going to say? Her natural hair color already spread enough gossip among her teachers and classmates.
Youko also looks completely unlike she usually does. Her hair is still red, but of a less fiery shade, her eyes are brown instead of emerald green and her skin has a fair complexion. There is no tomboyish or athletic bone in her system, just a bland feminine poise. She brushes anxiously her braided hair, shrinking her shoulders further on the bench of the Square. If wasn't for the ring of her voice, she will be unrecognizable to others. She holds the device with her hung head and pleads:]
I... I'm sorry. I'm dialing the right number? I am... Nakajima Youko. T-This should be my parents' number. Please, help me. This isn't Tokyo or... This can't be Japan either. Is there anyone there?
(ooc; Age reversal... down to a year ago (without counting City time). In body, she only de-aged a year but emotionally, current!Youko acts in the level of the hundred-years old people she hangs out with, while pre-Keiki!Youko acts... like a dumb teenager).