IN THE NAME OF THE MOON (SAILOR MOON AWAKENING)

[SELENE ADELE PARKER]

Selene's whole frame was shaking as she took very meek, unsure steps towards the police station. Her eyes were red, her finger nails ruined, and her hair had been thrown up in a very messy bun. "She's missing..." her thoughts echoed in her head, numb and bleak. "Haru's missing." 

Haru Kasu, one of Selene's best friends, hadn't been seen in days- the last person to have actually talked to her being Selene before they parted ways in Ikebukuro on their usual walk home. It was heart breaking, and thus, it was being handled in unsurprising Selene fashion: panic, crying, stressful rants, the overdriven works of the overdramatic girl. 

But perhaps she wasn't too out of line? After all, didn't plenty if people react this way to missing friends and family members? She wrapped her small, gray sweater tighter around herself, shivering and falling victim to the biting cold joining forces with trampled nerves. 

Finally she was at the door; she rested a few fingers on the door handle, looking no less or more dismayed than she had a few seconds ago.

"Go on, Selene."

She yanked it open and stepped inside, walking towards the reception desk as others hurried past her. Her voice was so small as she spoke up, still unsure of what to do. "Excuse me," she piped up. "I got a call about Kasu Haru--" the name was all the receptionist needed. Something in Japanese was said to her in a half distracted tone, and Selene barely caught it. Suddenly a buzzing noise briefly rang and a door to her right popped open. Hesitant, she stepped towards it.

The scene before her was a much more casual one. Officers and detectives ran around, and the constant noise of a ringing phone or two filled the air. The way things were decorated suggested a warmer setting, and it was a tad bit comforting. Not only that, but by this time, Selene had gotten considerably warmer. 

Of course, she still felt nauseous, and she kept her sweater tight around her shoulders, glancing from side to side, waiting for someone to approach.

ooc: tagged: luna. notes: I'll make this prettier later. Hope that this is okay and what not though. I'm so excited though. Seriously. C:

[JI-YEON KWON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #aacccc solid; border-bottom: 10px #aacccc solid;] it isn't insane on paper ( WORDS ) 684 ( TAGGED ) SELENE PARKER ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Ji-Yeon stared at the dark walls of her office. Originally the office had been white, but after the disappearances got into the double digits, she painted half of one of the walls with chalkboard paint, using the new board to keep track of the people missing, who their family was, and make any connections they may have had. A few weeks later, her office walls were covered in the same paint, soon followed by walls of text and pictures of the missing students and school staff. At the rate people were going missing, she would need to paint the floor and ceiling soon. She had every inch of the board memorized. Every face, every name, every date and location. Ji-Yeon had conducted nearly every interview with the families and friends of the missing; every story was the same. No, of course, they wouldn’t have up and left; they were so happy; stop wasting your time with me, get of your ass, and find my child, sister, boyfriend, mother, nephew, friend… If only they knew exactly how much she was doing. The detective sighed, turning to face the wall with the least on it. She put her hair in a ponytail, then grabbed piece of chalk off her desk and moved closer to the wall. Selene Parker she wrote under a list entitled CF: for close friends. The last interview for the day. When it was over with she would have to continue her other work. Her instincts told her this was far beyond anything of the natural world, and what was worse, was that she hadn’t come any closer to finding the others. The ones who could fight this, maybe even stop it. What if she came face to face with one of the things she suspected were taking these people? Would bullets be enough to kill them? Would it make a difference at all? And what if she died before finding one of them? What would happen to the world? The detective rubbed the back of her neck. It felt like time was running out and there was nothing she could do about it. If she thought it would help, she might call on the help of a higher power -- hell, all of the supposed higher powers. Much to her satisfaction, the detective’s thoughts were interrupted with the ringing of her phone. She quickly strode to her desk and picked up the receiver on the second ring. “Kwon.” It was the receptionist, informing her of the arrival of the missing Haru Kasu’s friend. She hung up the receiver, dropped the chalk back on to her desk, wiped off her hands, then exited her office. It took all of a second to pick out Parker. Ji-Yeon shouldered her way past a few co-workers and greeted the girl. She had given up on trying to smile at the interviewees, it was always awkward and never seemed genuine. She didn’t want to seem like she was mocking people when she wasn’t, and especially not when they were going through something like this. “I am detective Kwon. Would you please join me in my office?” she asked, gesturing toward the room, gently placing a hand on the girl’s back to urge her forward. At the point of contact, Ji-Yeon had a flash. Nothing coherent, and not even a vision exactly. It was more like a strong static shock, only Parker didn’t seem to experience it. A crease formed between her dark brows. Who is this girl? she wondered, soon following her into the dark office and shutting the door behind her. “Please, have a seat,” she offered, indicating the chair in front of her desk, then turned on another light. The detective soon took her place across from the girl, pulling out a box of tissues from one of her desk drawers and setting it near Selene -- the interviews didn’t usually end in tears of joy. The detective pulled a recorder from her pocket and switched it on, briefly speaking into it, "First December, two thousand eleven. Interview with Selene Parker, case number nine-zero-eight-one-two-seven, Haru Kasu." She set the recorder on the desk next to the tissues, and asked Selene to try to speak clearly when she answered her questions. “Let me start by saying that I am very sorry this has happened to Haru. I want to assure you I am doing everything I can to find her.” ooc: sorry for the wait

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by emily haines

[SELENE ADELE PARKER]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]Selene's head perked up from it's permanently dismayed haze as she quickly picked up on the fact that she had been approached by a woman detective. "... join me in my office," were the only fleeting words she was able to catch onto before she was soon being directed towards said office. She gave a quick glance to the side through her blond hair to see a puzzled look on the woman's face, but it wasn't very out of the ordinary. After all, Selene was sure that as of late, times hadn't been exactly easy. The excessive disappearances and depressingly low numbers of those who had been found were proof enough. "This is only another burden, isn't it?" She silently thought, a bit of unexpected anger tinging her emotions. "Another name to add to the list." She was offended by it, even though a word hadn't been said to suggest that this random thought was the least bit true. Guilt began to overtake the small amount of anger within Selene when her mind calmed down. She quickly realized the obvious-- that she was only working her emotions up and being her usual, dramatic self. "Now isn't the time, Selene," she scorned herself. All of this occurred as she approached the detective's office, simultaneously trying to avoid any type of collisions and nasty crashes. It was so unbelievably active inside of this building, but of course, this was another unsurprising fact. She gazed from side to side, staring at stressed men and women in uniform, taking note of the several cups of coffee littering the already messy room. "Huh...", but she didn't complete the thought, instead snapping back into reality and stepping into the dreaded office-- which was dark, messy, and covered with a ridiculous amount of notes. "Oh wow," Selene said aloud, genuinely shocked by the several notes, papers, photos, and writing on the walls. There was so much-- it made her feel small. Why was she so sad? She was still here with the promise of sleeping in her own home tonight. She was still... alive, and until otherwise, perhaps there wasn't a reason for her to feel so miserable right now. Even still-- she made a small mental note to never become a detective. The door was shut behind the only two in the room, and the busy noises from beyond the walls were now muffled, the only thing still audible being the ringing phones. The door being shut only made the room darker still, but a light aided in lightening things up a bit, though it was still rather dreary. She was invited to seat herself in front of the desk, which she did, as the detective made her way to sit opposite from her. She opened the drawer underneath the desk's edge to pull out a box of tissues and place them in front of a puzzled Selene. "Oh..." she mumbled, glaring at what would soon be crushed in the palm of her hands. "Thanks." Out of the corner of her eye she could see the detective pull something out of her pocket, only to begin speaking into it after she did. "First December, two thousand eleven. Interview with Selene Parker, case number nine-zero-eight-one-two-seven, Haru Kasu." The naming of her missing friend made Selene cringe, but the detective carried on, offering her condolences, and reassuring her that everything was being done to find the girl. "O- oh, of course." Selene nodded her head quickly, pushing an annoying lock of hair from the front of her face to behind her ear. Her eyes landed fully onto the woman who still looked as concerned as she had before. "I'm sure you'll find her," to which Selene gave a small, but still uneasy smile. Strange, yes, that she would offer reassurance back, but she had reason to think that perhaps this woman needed a bit of reassurance. "I'm sorry, detective, but I didn't quite catch your name before. Erm," she struggled to remember the name, but in vain. Suddenly, a dangerous feeling flung itself into the pit of Selene's stomach, dropping like a heavy weight against pillow. She could feel herself shake as a chill ran up her spine. Perhaps that was all it was? A chill? She instinctively doubted the probability though-- chills didn't make you paranoid. "That's new," she mused. "Instinct." But the detective looked unaffected, though Selene could only imagine the look on her face. She flexed her fingers and slouched into the seat, a small attempt at unnerving herself and getting rid of the tense stance her body had managed to make. She cleared her throat, embarrassed. "Sorry," she squeaked. "It's-- uh, cold." Lame excuse, but it would have to do. [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]Notes: Sorry if this is a bit too long. ;o; Tagged: ji-yeon/luna Words: idk[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[JI-YEON KWON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #aacccc solid; border-bottom: 10px #aacccc solid;] it isn't insane on paper ( WORDS ) 334 ( TAGGED ) SELENE PARKER ( STATUS ) COMPLETE If the interviewing, or rather interrogation, rooms weren’t full up, she wouldn’t have conducted their interview in her office. It wasn’t beyond the detective’s understanding that her walls were overwhelming, maybe even damaging to the hope the family and friends of the missing harbored. Unfortunately, there was little she could do about it. Selene’s reaction, her ‘oh wow,” elicited an almost embarrassed response from the detective, her cheeks warming ever so slightly. To a visiting gaze, it must have looked a mess; though in the chaos of the photos, the notes, the lists and names… Ji-Yeon had created order. She wondered if the girl looked long enough if she would be able to see the complexity of her ordered patterns. The detective pushed her distracting thoughts away, getting back to the matter at hand and making the final preparations -- tissues, recorder, pen and paper. The corner of her mouth quirked, a failed attempt at a weak smile, as the girl offered support, encouragement. Had she forgotten to introduce herself? At that point in the day, she couldn’t remember something as insignificant as that. In any case, Selene had requested the information, which she would of course oblige. “Kwon,” she replied simply, never having a reason to give anything other than her surname. Ji-Yeon noticed the girl shiver -- was she afraid? Or just trying to keep her emotions in check? Before more questions could form in her mind, Selene offered an excuse: she was cold. The detective doubted it, but wasn’t about to call her on it. Even if she wasn’t lying, Ji-Yeon had more important things to worry about than thermostat settings. Ignoring her comment, she started the interview, “Miss Parker, I understand you were the last to see Haru Kasu. Would you please state what your relationship is, and detail the last time you were with her?” The detective readied her ballpoint, resting the tip on the paper and staring at Selene expectantly. ooc: sorry for the wait

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by emily haines

[SELENE ADELE PARKER]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 80px; color: #4d4d4d;height: 100px;-webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg);-o-transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); float:left;margin: 70px -70px 70px -70px;]ASHES,[/style][STYLE=font-family: impact;font-size: 100px; color#4d4d4d;width: 400px;margin-left: 90px;color: #373737;]ASHES[/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 3px solid #4d4d4d; height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -120px; margin-right: 10px;][/style][STYLE=text-align:justify;font-size: 10px;padding: 0px 10px 5px 80px;]This woman was nothing but business. That was apparent enough as she stared intently at Selene, ready to write down every relevant word that came out of her mouth. Was she really the last to see the girl? She bit her lip nervously at the thought, wondering just how much time had passed before Haru had... Had what? Disappeared out of no where? Selene refused to let the word die go any further than the back of her mind. She swallowed the lump in her throat and finally spoke up. "Well..." she paused, signing. "My relationship with Haru?" She ran a hand through her hair, slumping back into the chair even more. Out of nowhere a chill hit her body full force, causing her to jolt again, not even bothering to excuse her actions once more. "W-- well, we were friends." She chuckled lightly. "We would walk home together everyday, but she..." The sentence slowly slumped into nothing before picking itself back up again. "She wasn't there... yesterday" She blinked, the uncomfortable feeling becoming even more apparent than ever. She could feel herself slowly tensing up even more and more with each ticking second that passed. "I-- I- I-- er..." Words refused for properly form themselves in her mouth or mind now. "I'm sorry I'm not much help," she finally exclaimed, jumping up in her seat as she did. She took a deep breath and suddenly rested her fingers on the edge of Kwon's desk. "I'm sorry, but," she closed her eyes briefly, anything to deter the paranoia. "I don't think I can help you." She jumped up out of her seat, ready to run out of the damned police station. She could only take so much of this creeping feeling, which was only intensified by her already ridiculous emotions. She turned without warning and ran out of the office, and soon enough out the door. Whether or not she was being tailed she wasn't sure, but she walked with a steadily faster pace than everybody else on the street. It was so selfish, so, so, so, so selfish of her to just walk out on this because of her own discomfort, but her mind wasn't letting her stay any longer. "I'm sorry," she groaned. [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 80px; background-color: #4d4d4d; color: #b1b1b1; font-size:10px;padding:3px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]Notes: Sorry if this is a bit too long. ;o; Tagged: ji-yeon/luna Words: idk[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 80px; font-size:13px;font-family: arial narrow;padding:0px;text-align: center;margin-right: 10px;]template by pianissimo of BTN[/style]

[JI-YEON KWON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #aacccc solid; border-bottom: 10px #aacccc solid;] it isn't insane on paper ( WORDS ) 377 ( TAGGED ) SELENE PARKER ( STATUS ) COMPLETE The detective began to write as soon as Selene began to stutter out an answer. Was she nervous or just shaken up? Ji-Yeon wasn’t entirely sure, but suspected it was a bit of both. Bedside manner wasn’t exactly a strong-point of hers, otherwise, she might have tried to sooth the poor girl. Instead, she remained silent, keeping to the business of the interview. The detective fought the urge to sigh. Unsurprisingly, the girl had very little information that would aid in the search for her friend -- or anyone else. No one really did. Which made the case that much more difficult. They had to follow every lead and hope it yielded something, anything. The burden of it all suddenly felt a little heavier. Kwon opened her mouth to ask another question when the girl began to insist she wasn’t much help -- a common enough response. “You’re helping more than you know,” she replied, though perhaps less convincingly than she should have been. Before she could phrase the next question, however, Selene was out of her chair and bolting out of her office. Kwon swore, standing quickly, her chair falling backward with a loud thud. She grabbed the recorder off her desk with one hand, and holstered her gun with the other. In seconds she was out the door, trying to catch up to the girl. Once outside of the station, she was easy to spot with her long blonde hair. Her pace had slowed to a quick walk. Ji-Yeon broke into a run, catching up to her. She lightly gripped the girl‘s arm once she was close enough. Another imperceptible flash of something distracting her momentarily. This was no coincidence, she decided; there was much more to Selene Parker than met the eye. “Miss Parker,” she said, her breath barely hindered by the sprint, “I understand this is a very difficult time, and I will not force you to conclude the interview. But you know what? I have never failed to complete a case, and I am not going to start now.” Satisfied that she probably wasn’t going to bolt again, she let go of her arm and sighed. “Now, let me walk you home. It’s too dangerous for you to be going anywhere alone.” ooc: not at all ^-^

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by emily haines