[Luna huffed and crossed her arms, staring up at the constantly-smiling man who was trying to hand her a hard hat and a basket full of what looked like sandwiches.]
I told you, I'm not helping anyone with anything, I don't care how broken the city is! You can't force me to do it, I don't even think I'm even allowed to do it, and even if I were I'm not going to waste a whole day handing gullible volunteers your...
[She leaned up a bit to peer into the basket, and wrinkled her nose.]
...Ham sandwiches?
[And she dropped back onto her heels.]
Yeah. Definitely not being your ham delivery girl.
[He did not seem like he'd be taking no for an answer, though. Someone come rescue her before she kicks him in the shins or something?]
II - Wait. Floating mouths. Seriously?
[Luna's curious explorations as to the 'monsters' everyone was talking about had led her around the wrong corner, it seemed, and now she came running right back out of it, being chased by two creepy floating, giggling mouth things.]
[She was clearly pretty fast, ducking between people as if this wasn't her first time bolting away from someone who didn't want her to leave, but the monsters were definitely gaining on her. Help?]
IV - Some things are better left forgotten.
[Luna wasn't a stranger to napping, really. She was pretty good at finding an out of the way corner to curl up when she should've been in class or dealing with her foster parents or really anywhere. But it typically didn't come on quite this fast, and she barely had time to sit down on a bench before she was out...]
[Luna stood up slowly, staring at the scene, her fingers curling into tiny fists. She remembered this...but...]
[The front door to the house suddenly bursts open, and another Luna, perhaps two years younger, comes storming out, dragging a black trashbag along behind her.]
Fine. Whatever. GOODBYE!
[The younger Luna shouted, and the older Luna winced at each word. Damn it...]
Wildcard
[Luna is out and about most of the time. Fellow schoolmate? Someone she knows? Someone she doesn't know? Hit me up or throw something here I'll make it work.]
Lumina (Luna Takada) | Final Fantay 13
[Luna huffed and crossed her arms, staring up at the constantly-smiling man who was trying to hand her a hard hat and a basket full of what looked like sandwiches.]
I told you, I'm not helping anyone with anything, I don't care how broken the city is! You can't force me to do it, I don't even think I'm even allowed to do it, and even if I were I'm not going to waste a whole day handing gullible volunteers your...
[She leaned up a bit to peer into the basket, and wrinkled her nose.]
...Ham sandwiches?
[And she dropped back onto her heels.]
Yeah. Definitely not being your ham delivery girl.
[He did not seem like he'd be taking no for an answer, though. Someone come rescue her before she kicks him in the shins or something?]
II - Wait. Floating mouths. Seriously?
[Luna's curious explorations as to the 'monsters' everyone was talking about had led her around the wrong corner, it seemed, and now she came running right back out of it, being chased by two creepy floating, giggling mouth things.]
[She was clearly pretty fast, ducking between people as if this wasn't her first time bolting away from someone who didn't want her to leave, but the monsters were definitely gaining on her. Help?]
IV - Some things are better left forgotten.
[Luna wasn't a stranger to napping, really. She was pretty good at finding an out of the way corner to curl up when she should've been in class or dealing with her foster parents or really anywhere. But it typically didn't come on quite this fast, and she barely had time to sit down on a bench before she was out...]
[And waking up curled up on the grass outside of a small, slightly run-down single family home in the suburbs of Recollé. It's late afternoon, the sun just starting to disappear behind the trees, and a woman is standing in the driveway next to an idling dark green sedan.]
[Luna stood up slowly, staring at the scene, her fingers curling into tiny fists. She remembered this...but...]
[The front door to the house suddenly bursts open, and another Luna, perhaps two years younger, comes storming out, dragging a black trashbag along behind her.]
Fine. Whatever. GOODBYE!
[The younger Luna shouted, and the older Luna winced at each word. Damn it...]
Wildcard
[Luna is out and about most of the time. Fellow schoolmate? Someone she knows? Someone she doesn't know? Hit me up or throw something here I'll make it work.]