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[voicelessvoice]

[Open your journals today, Paradisa, and you may just find this intruding all over your pages.]



[Alternatively, if you don't want to bother trying to decipher her attempt at handwriting on the bottom right of the page, there's a young girl kneeling in the middle of the floor in the lobby, journal resting on her lap. She's staring at it with a really puzzled expression, staring at all these question marks she made and hoping someone will get it.

Then again if someone tries writing back...well, she hadn't thought about that and it would be a pain since she's illiterate, but she heard voices, so she's hoping for voices in response...and yet a part of her is terrified of the idea of getting a response of any kind.]

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[voicelessvoice]

[ohgodohgodohgod new voice

ok

She takes a moment to reply, awkwardly holding the journal with both hands up in front of her, and staring at it for a good, long while...]

Um...uhnn!

[...okay, maybe this is going to be harder than she thought.]

[takethat]

[A pause, as he's trying to figure out what this response means--and he lands on "can't talk," since he's been there and done that during his time in Paradisa. Returning to the matter of the question marks...]

Are you confused?

[voicelessvoice]

[She decides it's best to try working with the tone of her voice, to try and get her point across.]

Mmhmm!

[takethat]

[He, on the other hand, is beginning to wonder just how much he can convey by speaking alone--and how much she understands. Since he's not sure, he takes a different approach, speaking and drawing at the same time.]

My name's... Nick.

[He draws a round smiley face here, adds some spiky hair, and writes "Nick" underneath; if she really has as much trouble communicating as he's guessing she does, then, he assumes, a name like "Phoenix" is going to be too tough. He opts for skipping straight to his nickname instead.]

What's yours?

[And he draws a second smiley with no distinguishing features, and a question mark underneath.]

[voicelessvoice]

[She appreciates the drawing, because it's definitely one of the easiest ways to communicate for her. Nina adds in some messy shoulder length hair onto the second smiley, and two curved lines beneath the eyes.

The name takes a second longer to write than it should have, because everytime she needs to write it, she has to check the shackle attached to her wrist and attempt to copy it.

The writing is messy, but legible, moreso than her initial attempts.]

N I N A

[takethat]

Nina? Nice to meet you.

[He pauses to consider how best to continue this conversation.]






Are you alone?

[He draws first a single stick figure, trying to match the hair she had added onto the smiley that represented her, and then, on the opposite page, he draws a group of stick figures, with the one representing her in the middle. Under each drawing, he adds a question mark.]

[voicelessvoice]

[She stares at both drawings for a moment, before circling the first drawing of her alone. She then makes a recognizable yet rough and poor sketch of the lobby around the drawing he'd done of her alone, to the best of her ability, mostly attempting to emphasize any parts of the room that would be most recognizable, to her at least.]

[takethat]

Oh--you're in the lobby.

[He draws two lines above the "lobby" she's drawn, hoping to imply more floors. On the second, he adds another line, sectioning off a "room," and draws his stick figure self there again.]