Fuyuki sat in the back of the EAP vehicle, a black sedan, headphones in her ears playing some distinctively American rock music and her eyes closed, not watching the scenery.  What better way to try drowning out the voices in her head that belonged to the driver, and the therapist and doctors before that had helped her into the car.   Of course it never worked as well as she would like.  She could still hear them all in her head even with the loud music.<br/><br/>Of course, she couldn't hear The driver say they were almost there, at least not with her ears, but she heard him thinking it.<span style="color: magenta">“Ok, got it.”</span>was all she replied, opening her eyes to actually get a look at the area.  She could see they were approaching a walled in area at the end of the road.  It looked like another woman had exited that vehicle.  It looked like Fuyuki wasn't going to be the only Asian person in this place.  Though this woman looked like she wasn't half Asian like Fuyuki herself.<br/><br/>But the big man that seemed to be the guard looked a little more dangerous.  At least from first glance until the Sedan stopped behind the other one to let her out.  As she was exiting the car she noticed the arm, which she had first thought was a big glove, turned out to be something else.  As she looked at it a chill suddenly ran down her spine, fear.  And she didn't know why she was afraid of it.<br/><br/>Keeping her headphones in, and throwing her plain black backpack, packed with all the cloths she owned, half a dozen sets of clothing, and the necessities.  She hesitated a moment, now being close enough to hear their minds, and detecting with that that the two had met each other before.  Even with the music playing, she could now hear all the drivers and the two people there on the road giving their greetings, and it was as loud as her music.<br/><br/>The other woman walked away from the guard and in toward the building beyond the gates.  After a little hesitation, and remembering the Doctor's suggestion to actually try getting to know people.  Don't be antisocial just out of fear.<span style="color: magenta">“Easy for her to say...”</span>She Grumbled to herself before walking up to the guard, who offered his hand out and gave the same little speech.<span style="color: magenta">“... thanks...”</span>was all she said, though she could tell this man liked his job, and had been looking forward to this.  So she shook his hand for a moment, her own small one dwarfed by his before she quickly fled towards the building away from the thoughts of the drivers and the gate guard.  One person she could handle, even if she was afraid of that one person for some reason she could not explain.<br/><br/>She found the other girl there in the building, sitting down.  Futuki watched her for a moment, standing there in some plain blue jeans, a solid blue t-shirt with denim jacket, and tennis shoes.  She was only there for a moment before she took a seat at the opposite side of the room...  not far enough away to not hear her mind's voice.  Fuyuki didn't take the headphones out of her ears at all.  She couldn't take her eyes off that 'arm'.  She still felt the lingering fear in her heart for either it or the woman... why?<br/><br/>After a moment, all the half-japanese girl finally spoke up, though not smiling at all.<span style="color: magenta">“Hello.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>