[As Justine's memories return she finds fragments and scenes that don't fit in with the rest of her past. They're to much like lost shards of broken glass. She finds it unsettling but she chooses not let those around her know the twisting uncertainty that has knotted in her stomach.
She picks up her clothes from the police station, finding a white backless dress waiting for her and a set of white stilettos. The fabric is soft and comfortable against her skin and her uneasiness begins to ebb.
Justine doesn't have expectations of the town. It's how she remembers and yet there are pieces that appear out of place. One of those pieces is a man walking in a hospital gown with his ass hanging out. She isn't bothered by the deformation but interested in the way he scouts the area.
She steps up next to him, her head canting to the side and spilling midnight black hair over her shoulder.] Looking for something? [She asks in a sweet voice.]
ii. Gonna take a walk without a sound
She picks up her clothes from the police station, finding a white backless dress waiting for her and a set of white stilettos. The fabric is soft and comfortable against her skin and her uneasiness begins to ebb.
Justine doesn't have expectations of the town. It's how she remembers and yet there are pieces that appear out of place. One of those pieces is a man walking in a hospital gown with his ass hanging out. She isn't bothered by the deformation but interested in the way he scouts the area.
She steps up next to him, her head canting to the side and spilling midnight black hair over her shoulder.] Looking for something? [She asks in a sweet voice.]