When her eyes open to a train station, confusion is the foremost emotion, followed quickly by dread. How long has it been? It could have been as little as a few days, perhaps as long as months. Maybe even longer. Her fingers curl into fists at her side, bunching up the fabric of her hoodie and pants. Her small family is strong in some ways, fragile in others. Her going missing might be a problem. Unless she's overthinking this, but--she knows them fairly well and they all have issues with people disappearing. Her in particular for some of them, she imagines.
With a deep breath, Persephone closes her eyes and then opens them to sight of people spilling off the train. Right, time to find them.
It's only now that she appreciates how signature looks help with finding someone. Much easier to find a big splotch of red than a smaller white haired man with whatever clothes he's wearing today. If he's still here at all. If any of them are here.
Tugging down her tragically bright orange hoodie, she resigns herself to fact that people will probably see her before she sees them. Well best to make it easy. She fluffs up her hair, sending it spilling over her shoulders to the ground and hovers above the heads of those around her to watch the doors.
She should probably help any new arrivals but one crisis at a time
B. Pool
After reunions, she finally takes the time to look through the train cars. At the sight of the pool, she drops her admittedly heavy bag on the spot and floats up to look inside.
"When did this happen?!" Persephone pokes at the little plastic fish, a crown of flowers curling over her head as her excitement rises. " Oh my gosh. Do I still have a swimsuit?"
She dives back down to look through her bag, fingerwalking through a varies and strange collection of clothing. Some of which is piling onto the floor. Don't mind her mess.
Persephone | OTA
When her eyes open to a train station, confusion is the foremost emotion, followed quickly by dread. How long has it been? It could have been as little as a few days, perhaps as long as months. Maybe even longer. Her fingers curl into fists at her side, bunching up the fabric of her hoodie and pants. Her small family is strong in some ways, fragile in others. Her going missing might be a problem. Unless she's overthinking this, but--she knows them fairly well and they all have issues with people disappearing. Her in particular for some of them, she imagines.
With a deep breath, Persephone closes her eyes and then opens them to sight of people spilling off the train. Right, time to find them.
It's only now that she appreciates how signature looks help with finding someone. Much easier to find a big splotch of red than a smaller white haired man with whatever clothes he's wearing today. If he's still here at all. If any of them are here.
Tugging down her tragically bright orange hoodie, she resigns herself to fact that people will probably see her before she sees them. Well best to make it easy. She fluffs up her hair, sending it spilling over her shoulders to the ground and hovers above the heads of those around her to watch the doors.
She should probably help any new arrivals but one crisis at a time
B. Pool
After reunions, she finally takes the time to look through the train cars. At the sight of the pool, she drops her admittedly heavy bag on the spot and floats up to look inside.
"When did this happen?!" Persephone pokes at the little plastic fish, a crown of flowers curling over her head as her excitement rises. " Oh my gosh. Do I still have a swimsuit?"
She dives back down to look through her bag, fingerwalking through a varies and strange collection of clothing. Some of which is piling onto the floor. Don't mind her mess.