There was a familiar humming stuck in her head, a line from a far-away pop tune that she'd never get to hear again, unless, of course, she had managed to remember to pack her mp3 player, which she definitely...her own bags, putting the mask back inside. "Okay, as long as you don't get me killed." "I won't!" With that, the pair headed out on their way to the Look-out Tower, another song stuck in Miyako's head.

It was hard coming up with words to say to a person that she hardly knew beyond the obvious—beyond the stuff that anyone could learn in a quick glance or an even shorter dialogue exchange. Just like that...to do that." Miyako moved their lowly barricade—stools stacked upon eachother infront of the door—out of the way. Out of the way and out of the station and back into the rest of the Program...  

It was just stupid. Insanity, with a side order of bullshit. There was no way , no way this could be happening - but the collar around her neck told her otherwise. And it pissed her right the fuck off...won't have died in vain, Kei, I promise. They won't get me, either. ((OOC: Took Aimi Katsu. Sorry if anyone needed her. D: If anyone wants to meet up, just send me a message. ^_^ Yay, V9!))