- sixth lantern | seperation anxiety | action/video/audio/whathaveyou
- January 14th, 2012
[ It's been a couple of days, and while the thief wasn't exactly wont to go running off without warning for days, but this had been the absolute last straw for her. It'd been nearly a week, and she searched, scanned the talking box, and first and foremost, worried. The various audios and videos have depicted all sorts of things on her end, from nearly tearing apart the tower, to nervous chattering with Pascal about where he might be, where they haven't checked yet. Finally it's come down to using the comm itself, possibly as a cry for help. Maybe the world was just split again? Maybe. Hopefully. And she was just in color this time. And he would be there on the other end, in black and white. The blacks of her pupils and her eyelashes didn't offer much reassurance.
Still, she hopes to hear his voice on the other end. Behold, Inky City, the sunspot's dimmer than usual, with a face that's seen wider, less nervous smiles, and much more bright and cheerful eyes, not ones that have tears brimming on the edge. ]
...Where are you?
ooc: back with rapunzel! if you have anything that I dropped before christmas and would like to pick it back up, by all means, please tell me! blondie had some great threads going, and i wouldn't mind finishing any of them.