[Yeah, Petunia doesn't do the whole "blending in" thing very well at the beginning here. Once she's free she tears off through the mall, running at full-tilt all around trying to figure out where she is. America? Everyone has American accents, making her strong Australian one stick out like a sore thumb. Everything looks a little more advanced than she's used to.
Was it real? It can't be real. She brings her hand up and slaps her face as hard as she can, before doing the same to the other cheek.] Yeouch! [She claps her hands over her stinging face and crouches down in the middle of the mall, head tucked down low as she struggles to just breathe.]
That hurt, that actually hurt! How did I-- Where do I-- This can't be real! [She didn't want to accept it, her eyes full of tears as she sniffles and tries to get ahold of herself. Having a breakdown is embarrassing enough, but one in public? Perish the thought.]
B- Exploring the Mall
[Once she's calmed down, the mall is rather fascinating. She meanders in and out of stores, looking surprised and a little delighted by all the different things.]
This isn't so bad, I guess... [if they're stuck in a weird place like this, at least it's a nice place? If a bit weird, since no one seems keen to actually talk to her or acknowledge her at all.
But eventually she gets hungry and wanders to the food court, looking around at all the different food offerings. Her stomach growls loudly and she starts patting at her skirt, pulling out the pockets to find them.. Empty. Distressingly empty. The smile drops instantly from her face.]
How am I going to get money...? [She trails off, turning a depressingly longing look at the different stores]
C- Learn from the mistakes of others
[Standing near the glass was a mistake. She screams, one high, long note and flings herself backwards, tripping over herself and landing hard on the ground. She scrambles away, curling her knees to her chest and tries to focus on not hyperventilating. There's another strangled noise as the body is dragged away and she looks around, eyes wide and wild with alarm.]
What-- What was--!? What do we do!? We have to help-- [She cuts herself up abruptly, because even in her panicking she realizes there's nothing they could possibly do to help this situation.]
A-are we going to die here? A... A gun... We need w-weapons... [She can shoot a gun. She's killed before. But this was on a totally different level.]
Petunia | Todd Allison & The Petunia Violet
[Yeah, Petunia doesn't do the whole "blending in" thing very well at the beginning here. Once she's free she tears off through the mall, running at full-tilt all around trying to figure out where she is. America? Everyone has American accents, making her strong Australian one stick out like a sore thumb. Everything looks a little more advanced than she's used to.
Was it real? It can't be real. She brings her hand up and slaps her face as hard as she can, before doing the same to the other cheek.] Yeouch! [She claps her hands over her stinging face and crouches down in the middle of the mall, head tucked down low as she struggles to just breathe.]
That hurt, that actually hurt! How did I-- Where do I-- This can't be real! [She didn't want to accept it, her eyes full of tears as she sniffles and tries to get ahold of herself. Having a breakdown is embarrassing enough, but one in public? Perish the thought.]
B- Exploring the Mall
[Once she's calmed down, the mall is rather fascinating. She meanders in and out of stores, looking surprised and a little delighted by all the different things.]
This isn't so bad, I guess... [if they're stuck in a weird place like this, at least it's a nice place? If a bit weird, since no one seems keen to actually talk to her or acknowledge her at all.
But eventually she gets hungry and wanders to the food court, looking around at all the different food offerings. Her stomach growls loudly and she starts patting at her skirt, pulling out the pockets to find them.. Empty. Distressingly empty. The smile drops instantly from her face.]
How am I going to get money...? [She trails off, turning a depressingly longing look at the different stores]
C- Learn from the mistakes of others
[Standing near the glass was a mistake. She screams, one high, long note and flings herself backwards, tripping over herself and landing hard on the ground. She scrambles away, curling her knees to her chest and tries to focus on not hyperventilating. There's another strangled noise as the body is dragged away and she looks around, eyes wide and wild with alarm.]
What-- What was--!? What do we do!? We have to help-- [She cuts herself up abruptly, because even in her panicking she realizes there's nothing they could possibly do to help this situation.]
A-are we going to die here? A... A gun... We need w-weapons... [She can shoot a gun. She's killed before. But this was on a totally different level.]