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One Shackle (backdated to Tuesday)
Nov. 12th, 2011 09:57 pmI - [action for 769 Bunker]
[Rider was instantly on edge. Feeling no connection to Sakura, and waking up next to a strange man probably did the trick. So the instant she regains full consciousness, she springs out of bed.]
[a) Jonathan - your new notwaifu has acquired a kitchen cleaver and is pointing it at you.] Answers. Now. What have you done with me? Where is my Master?
[b) Sealand - your notmom is padding around the house, wearily. When she sees you, wherever you are, she stops and looks quizzical.] Are you the one they think is my son?
II - [phone - morning]
[Rider's voice is calm, but has an edge of intense worry and anxiety.] Is someone named Sakura Matou in this town? I must find her, immediately.
III - [florists - the next afternoon]
[She'd gotten a call the previous day, asking why she hadn't come in for work at the flower shop. So, dutifully, she'd went there. However, she looks ridiculously uncertain. Her steps have a certain tentative air to them, and she looks like she's not even sure she's in the right building.]
Ah...hello? Does anyone work here...?
[If you happen to be going there for whatever reason, feel free to bump into the confused lady who knows nothing about her job :<]
[Rider was instantly on edge. Feeling no connection to Sakura, and waking up next to a strange man probably did the trick. So the instant she regains full consciousness, she springs out of bed.]
[a) Jonathan - your new notwaifu has acquired a kitchen cleaver and is pointing it at you.] Answers. Now. What have you done with me? Where is my Master?
[b) Sealand - your notmom is padding around the house, wearily. When she sees you, wherever you are, she stops and looks quizzical.] Are you the one they think is my son?
II - [phone - morning]
[Rider's voice is calm, but has an edge of intense worry and anxiety.] Is someone named Sakura Matou in this town? I must find her, immediately.
III - [florists - the next afternoon]
[She'd gotten a call the previous day, asking why she hadn't come in for work at the flower shop. So, dutifully, she'd went there. However, she looks ridiculously uncertain. Her steps have a certain tentative air to them, and she looks like she's not even sure she's in the right building.]
Ah...hello? Does anyone work here...?
[If you happen to be going there for whatever reason, feel free to bump into the confused lady who knows nothing about her job :<]
