freckleddoll | 8 tightropes walked

[There's a bright blue eye showing up as Doll holds the network device to her face, pressing at buttons randomly to try and find out what it is.

Soon there's a better view of her as she holds it further away. She's sitting on the ground in the place where she'd agreed to meet up again with Beast, a small bag of food by her side. She's wearing worn but clean clothes, and as she tilts her head away from the camera to look longingly at the food, a hint of her scars shows from underneath her hair.]

Wonder if Beast'll get 'ere soon. 'ope she's alright.

[She curls up a bit more with her arms around her knees, waiting for her older sibling to show up and completely unaware that the device is broadcasting.]

((ooc: age reversal curse, action if anyone wants to bump into her, voice/video otherwise. This is after this thread.))