It takes a few minutes, and Noriko only barely shifts towards the road when a flash of yellow turns the corner; she's fidgeting with turning one of her earrings when there's a scuffle behind her and then pressure from an arm banded around her throat and dragging her backwards. She's better at screaming loudly than most people give her credit for, though, and the noise rings out as she stumbles, thrown off-balance by her heels and leaning awkwardly.
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Date: 2017-04-23 09:00 pm (UTC)"Hannibal!"