That was the strongest question rushing through Hinamori Momo's overwise chaos-ridden mind. A million other questions, thoughts, and fears treaded on her already frayed nerves. She followed mutely along with the line as she was ushered along, wide brown eyes betraying her shock. Just a minute ago, she'd been sitting on a bed in the Fourth Division. She was sure of it. Now she was... where?
There was the line. It was for a lack of knowing what else to do that she'd followed it, hustled along by the people behind her. But where did it lead? How had she gotten here in the first place? She'd wanted to ask. But her voice had failed her along with her wits. If she'd been in her proper mind, she probably would have realized asking wouldn't have done a whole lot of good anyway. Most of the people looked about as lost as she was.
Whether it was a fortunate turn of fate or not, her wait wasn't a terribly long one. She found herself standing before the booth before long, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man shunting a pamphlet in her direction. He looked rather bored. "Hello there Miss, welcome to Paixao, may I get your name please?, " he said quickly, tone airy and light.
Hinamori stared at the man for a moment before she finally managed to find her voice again. "Hi-Hinamori Momo. Um... where -- "
"Great. Fantastic. Enthralled. Now, here's your electric journal, you write in it, enjoy, have a good day." He didn't hesistate to shunt some sort of thin black object in her direction before turning his attention (or lack thereof) to the person behind her, "Next!"
Gathering the objects up in her quivering hands, Hinamori frowned faintly. "Excuse me, sir? But you didn't answer my -- "
"I said, next."
"But, I really need to -- !"
"Just READ the stupid pamphlet, would you? You're holding up the line!"
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That was the strongest question rushing through Hinamori Momo's overwise chaos-ridden mind. A million other questions, thoughts, and fears treaded on her already frayed nerves. She followed mutely along with the line as she was ushered along, wide brown eyes betraying her shock. Just a minute ago, she'd been sitting on a bed in the Fourth Division. She was sure of it. Now she was... where?
There was the line. It was for a lack of knowing what else to do that she'd followed it, hustled along by the people behind her. But where did it lead? How had she gotten here in the first place? She'd wanted to ask. But her voice had failed her along with her wits. If she'd been in her proper mind, she probably would have realized asking wouldn't have done a whole lot of good anyway. Most of the people looked about as lost as she was.
Whether it was a fortunate turn of fate or not, her wait wasn't a terribly long one. She found herself standing before the booth before long, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man shunting a pamphlet in her direction. He looked rather bored. "Hello there Miss, welcome to Paixao, may I get your name please?, " he said quickly, tone airy and light.
Hinamori stared at the man for a moment before she finally managed to find her voice again. "Hi-Hinamori Momo. Um... where -- "
"Great. Fantastic. Enthralled. Now, here's your electric journal, you write in it, enjoy, have a good day." He didn't hesistate to shunt some sort of thin black object in her direction before turning his attention (or lack thereof) to the person behind her, "Next!"
Gathering the objects up in her quivering hands, Hinamori frowned faintly. "Excuse me, sir? But you didn't answer my -- "
"I said, next."
"But, I really need to -- !"
"Just READ the stupid pamphlet, would you? You're holding up the line!"