24 February 2012 @ 03:08 pm
one ✠ action/voice;  
a. locked to 435 Peepers

[Had she fallen asleep after Mag had left her house and she'd begged her father to go after her? Shilo didn't know. What she did know was that it was far too bright outside her window, being used to unending grey skies as she was. It wasn't as noisy, either. She opened her eyes, and...this was definitely not her room. None of her posters, nothing of her bug collection, not the plastic-canopied bed.]

What the...?

[She gets up - oh. It's nice to have real hair and not a wig! But that's less important than figuring out where she is. Shilo dresses - in as low-key a printed dress as she can find in this weird closet - and goes downstairs.]


b. Mayfield High

There's another new girl among the ranks. She's quiet, mostly focused on her books, but she seems fascinated in biology class. Still, she's trying not to touch anything or anyone more than she has to. What's her deal?

c. phone; unfiltered

Hello. My name's Shilo. This is going to sound weird, but there's not a big deal here about people getting surgery, right? Not because they have to, but because they want to.

[She has no idea the of the size of the can of worms she's opening.]