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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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[And his face crumples at that.]
Are you quite done?
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But I dunno, man. Awesome is a subjective term, and you seem notably less than awesome to me.
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I am the very fuckin' model a' a' upstandin' troll. A' course I'm fuckin' awesome. How could I not be?
[Eridan quickly prepares his own, looking at Mion's to see how she's doing it.]
Two can play at this game!
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[Too bad hers have all of these extra folds and crap to make wind direction better.]
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And I'm no fool! In fact I'm the least a' the foolish.
[Eridan couldn't be more wrong, but tosses an airplane at Mion anyway. Well, attempts, because he kind of really sucks at it. It kind of falls short of her. Dammit! So much for proving her wrong. He totally sucks at hateflirting.]
No fuckin' fair. I call hax.
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You can't call hax on a paper airplane. [BRB sailing the other one.]
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[he tries to make another one... and his results are just as dismal as prior. Eridan just stares at his failed creation, Mion's plane just hitting him and bouncing off without him even reacting. He sighs.]
I'll get the hang a' it.
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Uh-huh. Come see me when you manage to at least make it go two feet.
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More like you're the stupid one! If this relationship is solely going to be based off a' throwin' paper flyin' devices at each other then I'm demandin' to know the secrets so I keep up!
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I'm pretty sure the stupid one is you, if you assume we have some kinda relationship from me taunting you.
And nope! My secrets are secrets.