[Orihime eases herself down onto a bench, her throbbing feet aching. She's tired, hungry, and disoriented. She's gone over the little packet of belongings a thousand times, but she's still not really sure what to do with it all...or what to do with herself.]
[She leans back, clutching the bundle on her lap, her gaze unfocused as it rests on the blinking, flashing lights of what looks like an arcade. This was supposed to be a dream. She definitely remembered going to bed, and dreaming about a man with butterflies was hardly out of the ordinary for her. Naturally she had agreed to his conditions -- the best kind of dreams were the ones where she embarked on a heroic adventure -- but she hadn't expected the dream to be anything more than that.]
[All the evidence is laid out before her, stating clearly that she is not dreaming. Her sore feet and grumbling stomach are proof enough, despite the strange and unfamiliar city and technological gadgets. But how was she supposed to know she'd be leaving her home behind? How was she going to get back? Orihime inclined her head, resting a lightly closed fist against her mouth.]
Did I make a mistake...?
[She's pretty sure she did. But then again, if she really were called here, and if what that man had said was true, then she was needed. That's not something she's used to, and there's a part of her that wants to explore that facet. But leaving behind her life, her friends...and Ichigo...she wasn't ready to say goodbye to all of that so abruptly.]
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[She leans back, clutching the bundle on her lap, her gaze unfocused as it rests on the blinking, flashing lights of what looks like an arcade. This was supposed to be a dream. She definitely remembered going to bed, and dreaming about a man with butterflies was hardly out of the ordinary for her. Naturally she had agreed to his conditions -- the best kind of dreams were the ones where she embarked on a heroic adventure -- but she hadn't expected the dream to be anything more than that.]
[All the evidence is laid out before her, stating clearly that she is not dreaming. Her sore feet and grumbling stomach are proof enough, despite the strange and unfamiliar city and technological gadgets. But how was she supposed to know she'd be leaving her home behind? How was she going to get back? Orihime inclined her head, resting a lightly closed fist against her mouth.]
Did I make a mistake...?
[She's pretty sure she did. But then again, if she really were called here, and if what that man had said was true, then she was needed. That's not something she's used to, and there's a part of her that wants to explore that facet. But leaving behind her life, her friends...and Ichigo...she wasn't ready to say goodbye to all of that so abruptly.]