O Lord have mercy! ☇ curiosity
Ibara had not been expecting much excitement within the first week at all,hardly from what she’d anticipated. But that — That had been an ugly sound just now, an ugly one indeed. It had made her jump, tearing her away from wherever she was going previous to said incident. — What was worse. There was no cued uproar that followed, or any immediate rush for help. Which meant she’d better do something about it. Figuring that even if there was help on the way if she stood there and did nothing - - -well, she only imagined it for the worse. She had to find out what was behind it -or who was in danger, most importantly.
- Right, so this would be her cue for her to get moving! Ibara dutifully sped through the flights of stairs that led her all the way up to the roof, screeching to a halt.
It came from here, she was sure of it, now where was that somebody who’s safety who might or might not be in jeopardy if she didn’t locate the one responsible, and fas —!
- - t. Oh thank goodness, there was a person present and they were —Intact? Or so it seemed by the looks of it. It could have been worse. Her shoulders heave from the tolls of her run, bolting forward. ‘- Scuse me, is everything alright!?’ She rushes over to the woman in course of mid-flight, but …rather than reading the situation at hand, her earnestness overrides her intuition. And so, the woman is halted abruptly and more or less cornered. Grabbing her by the shoulders, the sister is gently throttled. ‘Are you hurt! - I was sure I heard something, so I came running, and.’ They were strangers, no doubt about it. — But the woman looked positively shellshocked—!
But of course, it doesn’t take her that long to pipe down and her eyes flit about the scene yet again for the cause of commotion. She finally glances down before them, stepping up next to the sister and spots the unmistakable token of demise in question. ‘…Is that, — …your car, ma’am?’
Now that, was what you would call a scene of accident.
She had learned from her her work that people just loved to gather around dangerous incidents, but she hadn’t thought to find someone appear so quickly. Rosette hadn’t been able to get off the roof, let alone find a place to hide when a girl came out of no where at her.
"Ah…" She was trapped now, bound in the grip of this curious youth. How nice to know that her first concern was that of the nun. Now if she could only slide her away from the edge of the building then both could be on their way without a second thought.
To do that though she would need the ability to speak. Rosette never was good for thinking up amazing plans at the last minute, just going by her gut had always been her way. A gut that seemed to have fled, leaving her behind to fend for herself for once.
As curious eyes loomed over the edge she knew her time had come. Her own not being able to help themselves but gaze down as well at the destruction to the ground she had caused. Soon enough her car would explode, wouldn’t it? Wait that wasn’t what she should be thinking about right now!
Yet the whole situation was just too much for the young nun to handle, her hand frantically waving in front of her in denial. "I-It isn’t like I’m a villain returning to the scene of the crime or anything!" Not that she’d even left it to begin with.