[ The small figure curled up in the sand seems to be very concentrated on something. Her back is to the treeline, body angled halfway toward the water; like this, it might be hard for a passerby to see exactly what she's up to, but - whatever it is, it seems to involve holding her hands very close to her face. Every now and again there's a flicker of odd light that emanates from those cupped palms, a faint glow that peeks just over her shoulder. Every time it seems to end up punctuated with disappointment, if the faint murmur or sigh that follows is any indication. As engrossed as she is in whatever task she's set her mind to, it probably wouldn't be very hard to sneak closer.
Except when the wind kicks up, that is. That seems to shift her attention immediately, her head turning to peer warily over her shoulder toward the leafy ground beyond the shore. As she does, angry red line scored into her cheek might become considerably more obvious. ]
B. || ANYWHERE | OCTOBER 19TH - 23RD
[ In a place like this, there are a lot of things that could be considered Concerning - the contents of that sketchy candy, for instance. If something looks weird, sounds weird, smells weird or acts weird, it's not outside the realm of possibility that it may, in fact, be a threat. But...
The individual wandering around in what appears to be one very confused Halloween costume is not exactly as intimidating as they could be if they were maybe a little further over five feet tall. It looks a lot like someone started trying to dress up as a student of Hogwarts and then decided at the last moment that they wanted to be Jason instead; the sweater and long pants are normal enough, but did they really need two hooded capes layered together? And the mask, while it provides plenty of protection for one's face, is kind of disconcerting.
But, you know, at least now Naminé can be quite confident that she won't be having any unpleasant run-ins with sharp flying objects again. She might, however, give someone quite a start; she's not exactly the most friendly-looking person at the moment, and it'd probably be worrisome to turn and find her wandering down the same street as oneself.
It really doesn't help that she's pretty quiet. ]
C. || THE CABINS | OCTOBER 24TH
[ The thumping of footsteps on one's porch might be an everyday occurrence, or perhaps it's less commonplace. Either way, they're there all the same - and whoever's making them sounds like they were in a hurry, whether welcome or not. Hardly a few seconds go by before there's an unmistakable burst of lightning right outside, the thunder deafening. If one should happen to investigate by peeking outside thereafter, one will find poor Naminé just next to the door, her body flattened against the wall. She looks rather perturbed, going by the round eyes and shortness of breath. Did she run all the way here?
Well. Nevermind that it's not her cabin; cover is cover. She might make a more concerning sight than usual, however, what with the fact that she's still wearing that weird costume - although by now she's at least thought to push the mask up, so she only sort of looks like an overzealous trick-or-treater. ]
Naminé | OTA
[ The small figure curled up in the sand seems to be very concentrated on something. Her back is to the treeline, body angled halfway toward the water; like this, it might be hard for a passerby to see exactly what she's up to, but - whatever it is, it seems to involve holding her hands very close to her face. Every now and again there's a flicker of odd light that emanates from those cupped palms, a faint glow that peeks just over her shoulder. Every time it seems to end up punctuated with disappointment, if the faint murmur or sigh that follows is any indication. As engrossed as she is in whatever task she's set her mind to, it probably wouldn't be very hard to sneak closer.
Except when the wind kicks up, that is. That seems to shift her attention immediately, her head turning to peer warily over her shoulder toward the leafy ground beyond the shore. As she does, angry red line scored into her cheek might become considerably more obvious. ]
B. || ANYWHERE | OCTOBER 19TH - 23RD
[ In a place like this, there are a lot of things that could be considered Concerning - the contents of that sketchy candy, for instance. If something looks weird, sounds weird, smells weird or acts weird, it's not outside the realm of possibility that it may, in fact, be a threat. But...
The individual wandering around in what appears to be one very confused Halloween costume is not exactly as intimidating as they could be if they were maybe a little further over five feet tall. It looks a lot like someone started trying to dress up as a student of Hogwarts and then decided at the last moment that they wanted to be Jason instead; the sweater and long pants are normal enough, but did they really need two hooded capes layered together? And the mask, while it provides plenty of protection for one's face, is kind of disconcerting.
But, you know, at least now Naminé can be quite confident that she won't be having any unpleasant run-ins with sharp flying objects again. She might, however, give someone quite a start; she's not exactly the most friendly-looking person at the moment, and it'd probably be worrisome to turn and find her wandering down the same street as oneself.
It really doesn't help that she's pretty quiet. ]
C. || THE CABINS | OCTOBER 24TH
[ The thumping of footsteps on one's porch might be an everyday occurrence, or perhaps it's less commonplace. Either way, they're there all the same - and whoever's making them sounds like they were in a hurry, whether welcome or not. Hardly a few seconds go by before there's an unmistakable burst of lightning right outside, the thunder deafening. If one should happen to investigate by peeking outside thereafter, one will find poor Naminé just next to the door, her body flattened against the wall. She looks rather perturbed, going by the round eyes and shortness of breath. Did she run all the way here?
Well. Nevermind that it's not her cabin; cover is cover. She might make a more concerning sight than usual, however, what with the fact that she's still wearing that weird costume - although by now she's at least thought to push the mask up, so she only sort of looks like an overzealous trick-or-treater. ]