tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; November 9
Rating; G
Characters; Kouyama Mitsuki

mangetsu_no_uta and whomever would like to find the poor lost kid
Summary; After a few days spent wandering the City, Mitsuki could really use a friend. And some food and shelter.
Log;

It was just a dream, right? That was what she'd told herself at first, when she'd found herself not among familiar sights and sounds but rather in a strange City that bristled with lights and noise and an otherworldliness the 12-year old hadn't really understood, even though she could feel it's presence.

But... were dreams supposed to be so real? Were they supposed to pulse with an eerie beat that sang like a ticking clock inside her head? Or for that matter, was one supposed to be able to feel in a dream? Because she did feel, she could feel the hard cold of the bench she'd curled up on for the last couple of nights, the dull ache in her belly as it protested the lack of food, even the tightening of her throat as her weakened condition proclaimed it's distate for the mounting abuses the City was heaping on her small person.

Things would have been easier, had she a place to live, some little bit of shelter from the elements. She knew there were abandoned rooms, the only person she'd spoken to at all since she got here -- over the computer that she'd found beside her -- had pointed her to a guide of sorts, for those who came to this realm. But even then, Mitsuki had no way of knowing which ones were vacant and which were occupied, and the outcome -- walking in on some hapless person -- didn't seem too appealing.

Drawing thin legs up to her chest, she looped arms around her knees again and re-commenced staring at the jumble of people who persisted in their comings and goings through the square, the only sound the soft chiming of the fountain at her back -- seeing as the strange rhythmic ticking went away a good bit when people were around, according to the guide. If what it had said was really true, then maybe her friends were here somewhere. All she could really do was wait.

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The rhythm of the City was one Evey had grown used to after a year and a half of living within it. The ebb and flow of people through the streets and the Square, the patterns and repetitions of curses--the ticking, now almost constantly in her ears after three months of living alone with the sound, was as familiar as the ground beneath her feet. Like it or not (and on the whole, she didn't), this place had become her home for the interim, and despite its changing nature, she felt she knew it, and knew it well.

And so, when something small stuck out in some way from the landscape, she tended to notice. Today, on her way back to the flat from purchasing a few necessities, it was a child that disrupted the City's scenery. Children were nothing new in the City, of course, but the girl sat so still, hugging her knees as though for dear life and staring quietly at the people around her. Something in the way she was posed--perhaps something in her facial expression...it reminded Evey of the Juvenile Reclamation Centre.

That was enough to bring her to a pause, memories of dozens of other children, lost and alone, flooding her mind. Perhaps the girl needed help. Approaching carefully, trying to get the girl's attention without startling her, Evey asked, "Are you all right?"

((OOC: I was going to ask if you'd already lined someone up to find her--if so, I can delete this. ^^;;;))

Mitsuki was used to the constant approach and retreat of people, it made sense that the majority of individuals would approach upon seeing a child on her own. But most of them just faded back into the crowd after asking if she was all right.

Must have been the way cities worked, afterall she'd never spent much time in them except for when she traveled around on her concerts. But then, that was the 16-year old Mitsuki. Not the nervous child she was currently. Glancing up at the brown-haired woman, she managed a smile and a weak nod.

"Kind of..."

Jordan was bored. Sure, there were plenty of people to pick on and torment, but it was getting old. All the fun people weren't out and about like she had hoped they would be.

Glancing in a shop window, she took a moment to study her features. Hot, yes. Sexy, yes. She adjusted her shirt a bit put on a pleasant smile...one that would usually cause a person in their right mind to turn and run in the opposite direction.

When she was satisfied that she looked immaculate, Jordan continued on her way back to the apartment when she was distracted. Her eyes fell upon a rather...well, pathetic looking girl sitting by herself. She looked miserable. It wasn't fun when they were already miserable.

Pausing and slightly annoyed, she looked around. No one else seemed to notice. How old was she; eight? Any creep could come along and pick her up.

A strange feeling came over Jordan, one she didn't often feel, and sure the hell hadn't felt since she entered the City.

Walking over toward the girl with brown hair, she crossed her arms. "Waiting for someone?"

{ooc; Damn typos @_@ Again, let me know if you want me to delete~}

It had only been a few minutes and she already had two people inquiring as to her well-being. This one seemed a bit different from the other woman who stood there, a bit sharper around the edges. Almost like her grandmother in a way, with the keen way she stood and the air of confidence that seemed to cling to her.

Shaking her head, Mitsuki glanced from one to the other. "No... but I was hoping if I stayed here that my friends would come...."

[ooc: Lol, she can just meet them both. XD. Bc i'm an indecisive ho who can't decide.]

Jordan saw the other woman, and looked at her with disdain. Not anything personal -- it was just an automatic reaction. Turning her full attention back to the girl, she tilted her head a bit.

"Uh-huh. Well, if you haven't found them yet, then I doubt they're here." She was surprised at herself that she wasn't more...well, harsh with her choice of words. "How old are you, what's your name, and how long have you been here?" Jordan listed off the questions with ease. As she did so, she tried to remember if anyone she knew would want to take a kid in.

If the way this woman looked at the other one bothered Mitsuki, it didn't show in her reaction. She'd learned long ago that there were things that grown-ups said and did that didn't make much sense, and there was little use in questioning it.

Biting her lip, she nodded slowly. It wasn't so much that the words stung, as much as hearing them from someone else lent a hollow-sounding truth to them, as though it was easy to deny them when it was her voice saying them, but not when someone else's lips formed the phrases.

"Kouyama Mitsuki. I'm twelve. And I've been here about 3 days now I think..."

That was simple, easy. Answer questions, just like she did in school, just like she did at the hospitals when she had to meet with someone other than Wakaouji-sensei.

She raised her eyebrows at the woman who asked Mitsuki's name--the look she'd given Evey seemed harsher than was really necessary. Not that it mattered any, of course. Whoever she was, she was hardly the first (nor would she be the last) to send dirty looks her way.

Mentally stilling the hand not carrying her bag of groceries (it had been about to attempt to run through hair she didn't have, an old tic she hadn't yet shaken), she smiled at Mitsuki. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Evey Hammond." Introductions would make the girl feel more at home than a biting demand for information.

As she spoke, she gave the girl a proper once-over. If she'd been waiting for her friends, she might well have neglected to get settled into the City properly--the weather was turning chill lately, and if Mitsuki had spent the last few nights outside...hungry, cold, and alone was no way for a twelve year old to live. "Do you have somewhere to stay?"

((OOC: Shhh, you saw nothing above--I wasn't tired and miscomprehending, never. ^_-))

"Twelve? You look like you're eight!" Jordan exclaimed, unable to help herself. Of course Jordan hadn't been as...well, innocent when she was younger. "As for the name...too long. I'll call you...Mimi." Not a request; a statement.

Three days alone in the city, and just a kid. Hmph. That couldn't have been much fun. Jordan could tell the other woman, she had announced herself as Evey Hammond, thought the same thing. "Jordan Sullivan," she said after Evey introduced herself.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other; it might have made her look impatient, but it was because she was wearing high-heeled shoes and they really weren't that comfortable. If the girl needed a place to stay, Jordan would be more than happy to drag her home -- not only would it annoy the hell out of Perry (she knew he couldn't say no, and even if he wanted to he wasn't allowed), but as much as she hated to admit it she missed her son.

Jordan stole another glance at Evey. She looked like your typical nicey-nice 'here, let me hold the door for you and donate half of my salary to your charity!' person. Dammit. Kids always liked the nicey-nice types.

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