Naminé was naturally curious and she wanted to get to know the people that she would be living with for the next year or so. She was a little uncertain but she rarely let that anxiousness get in the way of her determination. She participated in the event itself, meeting and speaking to new people, but she could answer very few questions and ended up being the recipient of mild electric shocks whenever she paused too long.
When that became too much she could be found hoovering around the viewing area of the ax throwing competition. She'd seen a lot of combat during her short life but she'd never seen anything quite like this.
"What is the point of the game?" She asked, not knowing if anyone was there to answer her innocent and odd questions.
INJECTION [ooc/content warning: feel free to run into her right after the shot or after the affects kick in. she does cut her hand so cw for light blood and sickness just so people know.]
Naminé jumped at the chance to help. It's all she's wanted to do and she didn't really think about the consequences even as the possible side effects were rattled off to her.
She should have been warned or watch.
The injection didn't hurt but over the next few days Naminé began to feel off. It was worse on the 20th. She'd been walking through the park to the cafe where she'd gotten a part time job when she suddenly felt her vision uncomfortably blur. Her steps came to a staggering halt and she leaned against a tree in order to regain her sight but it didn't come. Everything was blurry and her palm...
Naminé turned and started at her fuzzy hand. She couldn't feel it.
"What's happening?" She wasn't asking anyone specifically but the question had risen to mind and then artfully escaped from her lips.
She slipped, a thin cut digging into her palm but again the pain was dulled and Naminé could only stare at the blurry scarlet hue in her palm.
Naminé || OTA
When that became too much she could be found hoovering around the viewing area of the ax throwing competition. She'd seen a lot of combat during her short life but she'd never seen anything quite like this.
"What is the point of the game?" She asked, not knowing if anyone was there to answer her innocent and odd questions.
INJECTION
[ooc/content warning: feel free to run into her right after the shot or after the affects kick in. she does cut her hand so cw for light blood and sickness just so people know.]
She should have been warned or watch.
The injection didn't hurt but over the next few days Naminé began to feel off. It was worse on the 20th. She'd been walking through the park to the cafe where she'd gotten a part time job when she suddenly felt her vision uncomfortably blur. Her steps came to a staggering halt and she leaned against a tree in order to regain her sight but it didn't come. Everything was blurry and her palm...
Naminé turned and started at her fuzzy hand. She couldn't feel it.
"What's happening?" She wasn't asking anyone specifically but the question had risen to mind and then artfully escaped from her lips.
She slipped, a thin cut digging into her palm but again the pain was dulled and Naminé could only stare at the blurry scarlet hue in her palm.