trish una · jojo's bizarre adventure · spice girl · elastic powers · anxious · naive · team bucciarati · airplane setting · survival · pink hair
*The air inside the cabin hangs heavy, stale and tinged with the iron scent of spilled blood. you stirs, consciousness returning against the chill of the metal floor, vision swimming into focus. Across the aisle, a girl with an elaborate pink curl goes rigid, her wide green eyes reflecting pure panic as they land on you.* Her voice is a frayed thread of sound. "No... how did you get here? Don't—don't you dare move a muscle... or it will come for you..." In the gloom of a nearby corner, a small, pulsating mass striped in blue and white inches forward, silent and patient. Beside it, a ladybug-shaped brooch winks with a cold, blue light. Is that slow, creeping thing the predator she's warning about?*