Misa coughs, trying to wave the smoke out of her face. “Jocko? What’s going -” It hits her hard. Unfamiliar people, an unfamiliar place. It clenches her gut, and she wraps her arms around herself, beginning to panic. She draws herself in, imagining a cocoon around herself. It’s helped her before, and it does so again.
She controls her breathing, looking around with wide brown eyes. There are… people here. She doesn’t recognize any of them. Some press against her senses, but most of them just feel like people.
Misa looks down at herself. These are not her clothes. The bag on her back is not familiar either. She pulls it off and starts digging through it. Okay, her knives are safe; she gets one into her hand and holds it, point up, just the way Jocko taught her to. She doesn’t know what to do, though. Jocko, Freema, the Mistress, none of them are here. She can tell that, even without looking around.
She needs help. This isn’t good and she shouldn’t be alone and not dressed properly! Who had changed her clothes? Whoever they were had left her knives and while she’s grateful, she’s terrified of what that might mean.
Looking around in a growing panic, Misa takes a step back, away from everyone. Oh, this is not good. Who are these people?
“Who are you?!” She snaps with all the presence of a future Mistress of the Premiere House on Canto Bight. (Hint: Not much, she’s only thirteen.)
Train:
Can she find her cabin? Yes, she can. She looks around and finds an unoccupied bed and collapses on it, with her knife still in her hand. She's not letting go of those anytime soon. IS she sitting on someone else's bed? Probably. No, she doesn't care.
Departure:
Misa immediately finds herself a corner to tuck herself away into. She can't deal with the space and having lost her family.
But she's not going to cry. That would mess up her make up, and she's not going to do that.
When it shivers, she whimpers and just stays tucked away. She doesn't look up when someone approaches.
Misa | Star Wars OC
Misa coughs, trying to wave the smoke out of her face. “Jocko? What’s going -” It hits her hard. Unfamiliar people, an unfamiliar place. It clenches her gut, and she wraps her arms around herself, beginning to panic. She draws herself in, imagining a cocoon around herself. It’s helped her before, and it does so again.
She controls her breathing, looking around with wide brown eyes. There are… people here. She doesn’t recognize any of them. Some press against her senses, but most of them just feel like people.
Misa looks down at herself. These are not her clothes. The bag on her back is not familiar either. She pulls it off and starts digging through it. Okay, her knives are safe; she gets one into her hand and holds it, point up, just the way Jocko taught her to. She doesn’t know what to do, though. Jocko, Freema, the Mistress, none of them are here. She can tell that, even without looking around.
She needs help. This isn’t good and she shouldn’t be alone and not dressed properly! Who had changed her clothes? Whoever they were had left her knives and while she’s grateful, she’s terrified of what that might mean.
Looking around in a growing panic, Misa takes a step back, away from everyone. Oh, this is not good. Who are these people?
“Who are you?!” She snaps with all the presence of a future Mistress of the Premiere House on Canto Bight. (Hint: Not much, she’s only thirteen.)
Train:
Can she find her cabin? Yes, she can. She looks around and finds an unoccupied bed and collapses on it, with her knife still in her hand. She's not letting go of those anytime soon. IS she sitting on someone else's bed? Probably. No, she doesn't care.
Departure:
Misa immediately finds herself a corner to tuck herself away into. She can't deal with the space and having lost her family.
But she's not going to cry. That would mess up her make up, and she's not going to do that.
When it shivers, she whimpers and just stays tucked away. She doesn't look up when someone approaches.