Sample Entry:[Anyone with their cell phone nearby is treated to the rather exasperated voice of a young girl, followed by the sound of the sall device being smacked around. Several times.]
Tch..! Is this thing...oh... oh! Hello, can anyone hear me?!
[And without pausing for an answer to her rather redundant question, she barrels on regardless]
Can you tell me where I am? [A good a place to start as any-- although she's honestly much more interested in learning how to get out at this point.] I can't really... stay here, so, if you'd tell me where the exit is, that'd be... great!
[There's a forced laugh though she's clearly struggling. Who's taking care of the witches back home if she's here? Wherever here is... though the answer to her question is obvious enough, she doesn't like either answer in the slightest...]
Ah, I forgot... I'm Sayaka Miki! I'd really appreciate any hep. Sample Entry Two: It was getting late... the young girl sighed softy to herself as she let the curtain fall back over the window and paced slowly over to her mirror. Bracing both hands against the frame, Sayaka gives her reflection a good stern stare.
... it's not really as convincing as she'd hoped. She could see the fear prickling beneath the surface, feel her hands slipping against the wooden frame-- what kind of hero was she? Heroes never got scared in the face of doing what was right; Mami-san never ran away, ever showed anything but assurance in what she was doing... right until the end. Her mind instinctively shied away from that thought, physically shaking her head as though that would dispel it somehow. That wasn't how she should remember the other magical girl, was it? Mami had always been brave, assured, smart, strong... everything she had ever looked up to. Everything she had always wanted to be.
Mami wouldn't be trembling right now. Chewing her lip, another entirely unwelcome thought followed.
Neither would Kyouko.
Anger began to boil, simmering away and slowly evaporating any fear. She couldn't sit here wringing her hands, letting Kyouko and that transfer student take over Mami's territory, could she? Let innocent people get hurt (or worse) by familiars just because her hands were shaking. What kind of hero-- no, what kind of person could just sit idly while these things happened everyday? Not her, not after everything that had happened.
Squaring her shoulders, Sayaka returned her gaze to the mirror. There were things she needed to protect, this town, the people in it... Mami's sacrifice wouldn't be in vain while she was here.
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Tch..! Is this thing... oh... oh! Hello, can anyone hear me?!
[And without pausing for an answer to her rather redundant question, she barrels on regardless]
Can you tell me where I am? [A good a place to start as any-- although she's honestly much more interested in learning how to get out at this point.] I can't really... stay here, so, if you'd tell me where the exit is, that'd be... great!
[There's a forced laugh though she's clearly struggling. Who's taking care of the witches back home if she's here? Wherever here is... though the answer to her question is obvious enough, she doesn't like either answer in the slightest...]
Ah, I forgot... I'm Sayaka Miki! I'd really appreciate any hep.
Sample Entry Two: It was getting late... the young girl sighed softy to herself as she let the curtain fall back over the window and paced slowly over to her mirror. Bracing both hands against the frame, Sayaka gives her reflection a good stern stare.
... it's not really as convincing as she'd hoped. She could see the fear prickling beneath the surface, feel her hands slipping against the wooden frame-- what kind of hero was she? Heroes never got scared in the face of doing what was right; Mami-san never ran away, ever showed anything but assurance in what she was doing... right until the end. Her mind instinctively shied away from that thought, physically shaking her head as though that would dispel it somehow. That wasn't how she should remember the other magical girl, was it? Mami had always been brave, assured, smart, strong... everything she had ever looked up to. Everything she had always wanted to be.
Mami wouldn't be trembling right now. Chewing her lip, another entirely unwelcome thought followed.
Neither would Kyouko.
Anger began to boil, simmering away and slowly evaporating any fear. She couldn't sit here wringing her hands, letting Kyouko and that transfer student take over Mami's territory, could she? Let innocent people get hurt (or worse) by familiars just because her hands were shaking. What kind of hero-- no, what kind of person could just sit idly while these things happened everyday? Not her, not after everything that had happened.
Squaring her shoulders, Sayaka returned her gaze to the mirror. There were things she needed to protect, this town, the people in it... Mami's sacrifice wouldn't be in vain while she was here.
It was time to go.