Nawanaka Toshimi [輪中 福美] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thrown_to_winds) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} disappear_plot,@ 2010-06-26 10:43:00 |
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WHO: Kou, Kiriko, Reizo, Toshi, ???
WHAT: Investigation
WHERE: The end of Noodle Alley, near the school
WHEN: 5 PM, sometime soon
WHY: Because.
October meant that the days were getting shorter. By the time Toshimi arrived at the designated meeting spot, a few minutes before five, Noodle Alley was already bathed in the yellow light of a sun about to set. The vendors were beginning to turn their lights on, but the dinner rush had yet to begin. Noodle Alley was quiet...comparatively.
Toshi stood near the street corner and watched people pass, looking for someone she recognized. As far as she knew, they were about to spend a night on the town--there was an investigation planned eventually, yes, but she didn't know where (here) or when (now). She was dressed in a pink spaghetti strap tank and an old, worn pair of jeans that were a little too tight, and a pair of strappy sandals; with all her clothes coming secondhand from the neighbors back home, this was the most appropriate thing she had (although she'd at least found the right pink and sparkly hairclips to match). She adjusted her clothes a little bit. Even finding this outfit had taken more digging than she'd cared to do; she had found things in those boxes that she'd long since thought buried. But it was all right if she was going to have a little fun, right?
She watched a noodle vendor across the street turn his display lights on for the night, wondering what the evening held in store.
WHAT: Investigation
WHERE: The end of Noodle Alley, near the school
WHEN: 5 PM, sometime soon
WHY: Because.
October meant that the days were getting shorter. By the time Toshimi arrived at the designated meeting spot, a few minutes before five, Noodle Alley was already bathed in the yellow light of a sun about to set. The vendors were beginning to turn their lights on, but the dinner rush had yet to begin. Noodle Alley was quiet...comparatively.
Toshi stood near the street corner and watched people pass, looking for someone she recognized. As far as she knew, they were about to spend a night on the town--there was an investigation planned eventually, yes, but she didn't know where (here) or when (now). She was dressed in a pink spaghetti strap tank and an old, worn pair of jeans that were a little too tight, and a pair of strappy sandals; with all her clothes coming secondhand from the neighbors back home, this was the most appropriate thing she had (although she'd at least found the right pink and sparkly hairclips to match). She adjusted her clothes a little bit. Even finding this outfit had taken more digging than she'd cared to do; she had found things in those boxes that she'd long since thought buried. But it was all right if she was going to have a little fun, right?
She watched a noodle vendor across the street turn his display lights on for the night, wondering what the evening held in store.