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[envyspites]

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?]

Comments

[envyspites]

Oh, well. Hell if I know any of them are here. That's the whole reason I was asking.

Worse?

[fist-of-flames.livejournal.com]

Let's see... what is a good example-- ah. Here's one. You've got anybody with you in whatever house you're at thinking they are your real family, friends who you don't know but apparently they know you or whatever? Take a good long look at them.

[envyspites]

What are you talking about? Spill it. Don't beat around the bush.

[fist-of-flames.livejournal.com]

Stop being such a numbskull and actually do what I said. You'll get a better picture when you see it.

[envyspites]

I'm not a damn numbskull, shut the hell up.

[But she does, leaving the phone hanging for a few minutes. When she comes back, all the anger is gone from her voice.]

What was that? They're like...possessed or some crap.

[fist-of-flames.livejournal.com]

That would be the thing that is more worst, not worse, worst than dying. Practically being there physically but your brain isn't clicking and putting a little show as if you've been here all your life and knowing everyone.

Basically? You're right. It's like being possessed... and you rarely ever get a chance to come out of that once you've get hit with that mess.

[envyspites]

No one can do anything to prevent this from happening?

[fist-of-flames.livejournal.com]

If there is, then hell if I know.