i think my friend said, 'i hear footsteps'
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13th-Nov-2034 01:34 am - Mayfield info;
envyspites: (marbles.)
1125 Taylor Road 
"Mother" → Ciel → expiatrice
"Sister"  →  Marisa Kirisame  →  adropofjupiter

School uniform
 Casual clothes
→ Kimono
→ Halloween costume
 Airsoft pistol
 AK-47 assault rifle + ammo
 "oni blood" aka source of her monster strength
 oni tattoo

5th-Jul-2013 10:03 pm - ( destiny strings | info )
envyspites: (crazy eights.)
▼ Mion Sonozaki [ AU1 ]
Birthday: February 11
Astrology Sign: Aquarius
Soul Arcana: Hanged Man
Unlucky Arcana: The Hermit , Strength, The Chariot & The Tower
String Color: [#97FF47]

▼ Personality Snapshot
A boisterous tomboy with a flair for drama, who, in actuality, is more sensitive than she appears, and has insecurities about her place in the world.

▼ Visual
▶ [ picture ]

▼ Profile
▶ [Application]
▶ [HMD]
▶ [Inbox / Phone Post]
5th-Jul-2013 09:30 pm - ( destiny strings | ic mailbox )
envyspites: (thumb war.)
Yo, this is Mion. Leave a message!

envyspites: (blindman's bluff.)
I - [action, morning, 1125 Taylor]

[It was very, very odd. What does waking up feel like to a person who thought they were dead? They'd think it was some sort of afterlife, right? In Mion's case, yes. Color her the most confused when she opened her eyes to see sunlight. 

Sunlight, no. The last time she'd closed her eyes, it had been the dead of night. They were getting picked off one by one, death by horrible death, by...who was killing them? Who had done it? For the life of her, she couldn't remember. It was someone she knew, someone all of them knew, someone so familiar it the shock of learning it hit her harder than actually getting shot.

It was.

Her? Takano?


[So Mion sits up in bed, and rubs her eyes. She peers out the window beside her. 

and things got even more confusing. A white house with a clean picket fence? Fresh-cut grass and leaves falling off of autumnal trees? It looked like some kind of place from a child's storybook, not anything like she town she'd grown up in. This frankly all seemed like a type of karmic purgatory to her. Was she really dead, though? She pinched herself and the pain sensation seemed real enough.

In a panic only someone like Mion could muster, she immediately scrambled out of her door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. If a housemate chooses to come and investigate the sudden racket, they will see one (1) Mion, sitting at the kitchen table with a pot of coffee boiling, singing something very odd and looking a little dazed.] Swing loooow, sweet chaaaaariot...

II - [phone - evening]

Uh. Hi. Guess I'm not dead afterall. Which is good. But it'd also be kinda cool to consciously see the afterlife. [A pause.] Is anyone from Hinamizawa here? I have some friends I'd like to get into contact with. As soon as possible. I need to make sure they're not all dead, too.

III - [highschool, afternoon, Wednesday]

[Your class. That day. SUDDENLY PAPER AIRPLANE COLLIDING WITH YOUR HEAD. There's a dry giggle from behind, the owner of the paper plane clearly very amused with herself. What do?]
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