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[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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[Confusion. There's stuff all over his page. The mute man seems confused before he writes back.]

'Help?'

Uh...

[Oh, words. Nina tries her best to decipher them but in all honesty, H is the only letter she really gets from it. The rest had been her attempt at making something legible, which even she didn't understand.

Okay maybe the journal was a bad idea.]

Hnn!

[Hnn? By the tone he thinks she's confirming this. He can guess that she can't write, but can she not talk properly? He stares at his journal a bit.

This is tricky. He'd draw something but A: his art isn't stellar and B: how does one pictionary 'what do you need help with?']

'? ? ?'

[Maine's no stranger to scribbled writing, he'd seen the stark warnings and threats he'd left as the Meta.]

[He replies with a question mark of his own. If he had to guess, he'd say the scrawling in the corner looked like 'help', but he didn't really hear sounds to confirm it.]

[Okay! Question marks she can work with. Assuming he's asking what she means, so slowly but surely, she doodles this onto the page.]

[Hmm. Another question mark.

Even if she could just direct him to the drawing she did earlier, Nina isn't sure how the journals work yet, so in response to the question mark she'll redraw this below it, and add a question mark in beside it.]

[In an effort to say hello in a form that she can use, Jade draws a little picture for her. Hopefully she can understand that means he's in the castle too?]

[Okay, she gets that...is it his castle though?

Hopefully he'll understand this, but she'll add in a little crown onto the drawing of himself and put a question mark beside it.]

[Jade blinks, then erases the crown But how to show he was just a resident? Hmm...

He erases the stick figure of him in the door a moment later. Jade draws a little window up in the castle, then a stick figure of him in the window.]

[Ah...so he lives here. Okay!

This time she'll draw in a little crown by itself, then add a question mark beside that.

If he's not the owner, then who is?]

[Jade stares at it a moment, then draws little question marks all around the castle.

He doesn't know.]

[That's...weird. Was the surface world always going to be this strange?

Despite this however, this book has been pretty helpful. Nina twists the shackle around her wrist until it shows the name written on it, then carefully attempts to copy it onto the journal.

The writing is legible, a lot more legible than her initial attempt at writing, but it's still pretty bad. She's obviously new to this.]

"N I N A" [Adding in a little smiley face beside her name, for good measure.]

[Jade writes back a moment later. He doesn't think she can read it, but for later reference. He can't talk, after all.]

'J A D E'

[Oh, that he's able to figure out fairly easily. He gives a considering little rumble as he writes CASTLE. PARADISA. next to it.]

Home, now. [Or prison. They're pretty interchangeable, even if Maine has spent considerable amount of time in the actual prison.]

[The writing completely goes over her head, since to her it's just a bunch of gibberish she can't read.

The voice she understands though, even if it's a little intimidating. His choice of words were comforting too, because had he said prison instead she might have had a little freakout. Finally having a home sounded nice.]

Unn!

[Yeah, have a cheerful little...noise or however it could be described.]

[Well, if there's an amusing little oddity it's the fact that so far she's not communicating any differently then he usually chooses. Even though he had his voice, now, he still relied heavily on a repertoire of grunts, growls, groans and grumbles, and words only when necessary.]

[Besides, who needed whole sentences when a single word or a well placed grunt would get the point across just as well?]

Name?

[Funny; neither can she!

She can't read either though. :(
So the name means little to her. I mean she assumes it's a name for a name scenario, but she doesn't know how to pronounce that, so hearing it wouldn't make a difference.

She'll just put a little question mark beside his name, cause it's the only way she can think of conveying her confusion.]

[Considering it's not that she chooses not to speak, but rather lacks vocal chords, she'll have to switch to writing again for a second and scribble down the name written on her wrist's shackle, trying to make it as legible as possible for him.]

N I N A

...is everything okay?

[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.]

[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?

[He's got top look forward to a future at home where his get shot out, so he can commiserate.]

Nina. [It's still a little difficult to fully imagine who he's talking to]

Maine. [He means himself. He hopes the point gets across.] You need anything?

... Hello?

[Dang, she's not even in the castle, or maybe she could help. Rin just watches this in concern in the meantime.]

[Well, she doesn't really want to bother him, but...

She'll doodle in a few different types of food, then put a question mark beside the drawing.]

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

Mmhmm!

Hmm?

[If she could apologize for being so difficult to communicate with, she really, really would.]

[Food! Yes! That he can absolutely help her with.]

Kitchen. First floor. By the lobby.

[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.]

[Judging by this entry, this person is obviously, well - having trouble communicating. Maybe it doesn't matter what she says. Rin just tries to sound soothing.]

Hi. Don't worry, okay? No one here is going to do anything bad to you.

[and what would be better to a frightened child than a vampire guy suddenly right behind her.]

Hello.

[Have a very enthusiastic and appreciative little squeal, Maine, because considering how infrequently she ate back home, the thought of food is the most appealing thing to her right now.

So she's just gonna run off to find the kitchen.]

[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

[His voice definitely shocks her, considering it was the first voice not to come from the journal, which she was kind've getting used to. Nina jerks forward in surprise and falls onto her stomach, making a little yelp as she does, then rolls over onto her back slowly to see who it is.

And she finds the sight of Zelman to be pretty intimidating, her eyes widening making that readily apparent, so she sits up and backs away from him a little, pushing herself with her feet and still in a seated position.]

Hnnn..

[The soothing tone is appreciated, but she can understand Rin's words just fine, so chooses to believe them.

Nina nods to herself, not that the other girl can see it...then attempts to let her know she understands.]

Mmmhmm!

[Maine's curious, so he's going to take the chance to casually head down to the kitchen to see just who this person is.]

[Being fantastic conversationalists is the only thing Maine and Nina really share in common; in contrast to him being large and well built, she's a young teenage girl with a very frail body. She's malnourished and sickly in appearance, along with a large pair of wing like protrusions coming from her shoulder blades, which are almost the full length of her body.

Her clothing is also shoddy and dirtied, and it looks more like one of those patient's gowns someone in a hospital would wear, paper thin and worn with age, along with the rather large iron shackles on her left ankle and right wrist, but other than that she isn't wearing much else, even being barefoot.

Right now she's crouched in front of the open refrigerator, staring into it. She...isn't really sure what she can take. It isn't her food after all, even if that guy told her where the kitchen was.]

[Well this is a sad little sight, isn't it? Maine wanders in, just watching her for a moment, then reaches in and grabs a random something and hands it to her. Who cares who's food it is? As far as Maine's concerned, if it's in a common area, it's fare game.]

[She's notably startled by Maine's sudden appearance, once she notices it at least and stands quickly. She was going to back away from him, but he hands her food before she could...and she isn't really sure how to react to it.

She eyes it for a moment, then kind've raises her gaze to look at him, but she stops at his neck. She can't being herself to look any higher, instead gently taking the offering from his hand and does a quick little bow, just to be polite.]

Hnnn!

[Well that's weird that she's avoiding looking at his face. He squats down to be closer to her level.] You okay?

[oh honey. :< if only he had a conscience, he might feel kind of bad about scaring the kid. as it is, he leans away and looks a little like he's about to laugh.]

Hey, relax. I'm not going to eat you, kid.

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.]

[Annnd as he leans closer, she leans back a bit. Personal space bro'!

In any case she'll nod at his question, looking off to the side.]

Unn!

[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.]

[She pauses, still pretty startled about this whole situation and Zelman himself, but she's getting over it pretty quickly, too. As long as he doesn't make any active attempts to scare her, she...should be okay with dealing with him, at least.

Her social phobias weren't nearly as bad as they used to be, thankfully.]

...

[Nina leans forward into a kneeling position, then stands up from that, holding her journal out in front of her to him. She'd done a drawing earlier to try and ask someone a question, and they'd understood what she meant, so hopefully this guy will too?]

Unnn?

Huh? [...well, that's kind of weird. but he at least looks at the drawing for a moment, stuffing his hands in his pockets.]

It's called Paradisa. [he tilts his head a little.] Doesn't belong to anyone.

[Maine doesn't move, not getting any closer but not moving away, either.]

Can't talk. [Not a question, really, just an observation. He pointed at the food in her hand.] You gonna eat that?

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.]

[Thinking she's asking what the word is, Jade draws a little stick figure of him again and draws a little nametag on the stick.

With a little arrow pointing to it.]

[A

pause.]

Can you understand me?

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