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envyspites) wrote2011-12-05 10:20 pm
envyspites) wrote2011-12-05 10:20 pm
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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?]
The...hell...?
[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?]
[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?]
The...hell...?
[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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Hey...where are you guys? I feel like I'm stuck on a deserted island over here. You're prolly having parties among yourselves, without me, right, heh...
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I myself am at 1762 Beaver Street, Mi. Where are you? I will come give you a tour of Mayfield, I shall.
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Phone ☆ Action
Rika is so happy to have Mion back. ]
Nihaha! Yes, of course!
[ And she will be there in less than twenty minutes. Too excited to walk and instead running the whole way there. She knocks on the door eagerly. ]
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As expected of our chief competitor! She arrives before the deadline as usual! Watch out, boys.
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[ Rika's excitement is coated with a thin layer of unease, though. It's been so long since she saw Mion. SThree years long... she's forgotten what "Hinamizawa's Furude Rika" was supposed to be like. This isn't a problem of not being able to get the kite flying. It's not an issue of not knowing how to wear a mask.
She doesn't remember what those two things even looked like anymore. ]
This is your house? Have you met the residents yet?
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[ She asks cautiously. If Mion is living with anyone Rika knows is dangerous that she doesn't know what to do... Rika's died a few times trying to stand up to people. ]
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I think you're fine. The Marisa girl says she doesn't stay here often anyways.