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realityshifted2011-07-01 03:14 pm
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[There's a high school-aged school wandering on the plane today, her schoolbag clutched tightly in both hands, dangling in front of her while she examines her surroundings. Her neck is craned backwards at an awkward (and possibly somewhat uncomfortable) angle so she can stare up at the star-patched sky, bushy hair falling haphazardly down her back.
Her facial features are contorted in curious confusion, brows furrowed together and nose wrinkled, and she releases one hand from the strap of her bag to brush a few strands of her bangs from her eyes.]
This isn't right...
[It's mumbled, mostly to herself, and her sneakers squeak against the metallic ground as she turns on her heel, shifting her searching gaze from the sky to the stars underneath her feet.
A few more moments of silence pass, before she straightens. Without ceremony, she lifts her free hand up to her arm and pinches it-- hard.]
Ouch!
[That plan certainly didn't work.]
Mou... so much for that dream theory.
Her facial features are contorted in curious confusion, brows furrowed together and nose wrinkled, and she releases one hand from the strap of her bag to brush a few strands of her bangs from her eyes.]
This isn't right...
[It's mumbled, mostly to herself, and her sneakers squeak against the metallic ground as she turns on her heel, shifting her searching gaze from the sky to the stars underneath her feet.
A few more moments of silence pass, before she straightens. Without ceremony, she lifts her free hand up to her arm and pinches it-- hard.]
Ouch!
[That plan certainly didn't work.]
Mou... so much for that dream theory.
