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~ [i]For the Love of the Rabbits[/i] ~[/center]

Lilly had zoned out completely. Whatever was going on around her, she wanted nothing to do with. Everything span and turned and every sound melted into a single continuous hum of white noise. Her head roared with a cacophony of sound, deafening and at the same time just a quiet buzz over an expanse of colour and static. It hurt but it was better than dealing with the mess that was the outside world, and the "Killing Game", and all the other people with their stupid idea and inconsequential drama.

She just wanted Rosetta back. The bunny was her last treasure, her last memory, her last beauty and last ideal and someone had [i]taken[/i] that from her. As the world span it blended into the boys face - that boys face - the one who stole from her. How would she get it back? It would take some effort, but she would get it back. She would get it back [i]no matter what[/i]. There was no extreme too that she would not go to in order to retrieve it.

Reality came back into focus somewhat. Daydreaming wasn't going to help her, and Lilly knew that. In the world around more people were fighting and arguing and doing God knows what that she wanted to escape from but couldn't. And they wouldn't shut up but maybe they would be useful. Their voices were worse than the static, but she would just have to bear it, just for a little bit longer. Just until-

And then a few words popped into her head. Reality snapped into motion, completely clear now, and she scanned around the Amphitheatre, taking in the other people. Her hand raised to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye as she did so, and finally she locked onto the person she wanted. Maybe they could help her. She glanced back down to her handbook, and swiped across a few pages to find their profile. And it was [i]perfect[/i].

Lilly stood up. In the middle of the commotion and arguing, Lilly walked across the Amphitheatre. She gave light, methodical steps, completely against the immature skipping she had performed mere minutes prior. And then she stood, looking up towards the person she was interested in. Her head titlted a little to take in her features, and before long she pulled up her translator and began typing.

Quickly she checked the volume. She didn't want a repeat of previous, where no one could hear it. That would just be embarrassing. Then she pressed the button to begin talking, with all the preliminary checks finished. The smile she had was gone, and instead she just looked upset as it began to speak.
[colour=PaleVioletRed]"Could you kill someone for me, Alice?"[/colour] and then she lowered the translator, and lifted up her handbook, on the page of Aurel Fuchs.

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