黒値辜 ♥ 砂糖 { kuroneko satou } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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mayfield_rpg2012-02-08 06:25 pm
priceofmagic) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-08 06:25 pm
Entry tags:
♥ 04
[ action ♥ 770 Bunker Street ]
[ Satou woke in her bed with a start, as if from a nightmare. She last remembers being stabbed, over and over, until she just couldn't bear to be conscious anymore. The memory keeps knocking on her thoughts as she forces herself to get out of bed and stumbles to the vanity in her room. ] It's okay... It's okay, don't freak out, it's okay... [ Then she stops. Standing in front of the mirror, in the middle of changing her clothes. It takes a moment for the sight to completely register. Her wounds are still there. They're not bleeding and they're not fatal, but they're still there. Satou tries to calm herself again by searching for her pulse, to remind herself that she might be wounded but at least she's still alive... unable to find it, she stumbles to the nearest bathroom and skips breakfast that morning.. ]
[ action ♥ High School ]
[ Despite her physical state, Satou does all in her power to be cheerful at school that day. She'll greet anyone and everyone with a smile, even if she's never met the before. ] Good day! Are you excited, for, um... February? Let's make it the best!
[ But she will never take her gloves off. She has long sleeves on, long stockings, and is making all possible effort to keep her body completely hidden. Though she seems to be social and friendly, get too close to her and she'll back away from you nervously. At lunch, she sneaks away from the cafeteria to avoid eating anything. Satou doesn't want anyone to know her revival wasn't perfect. ]
[ phone ♥ Evening ]
[ Just barely an hour after school and Satou is finally healed up. Since she is no longer freaking out over her failed revival state, Satou now has the time to open the package addressed to her. Despite the strange lack of contents, she sounds relieved as she finally picks up the phone. ]
Good evening! Is this too late to be making a call? I just, um, wanted to know. Did anyone else get a package today? I got one and... there wasn't anything in it. Is that normal? [ Her tone does from relieved to slightly upset. ] Did I get ripped off?
{ for any action tags, please respond to Satou's permissions post for her empathy, if you have a moment! Thanks so much! }
[ Satou woke in her bed with a start, as if from a nightmare. She last remembers being stabbed, over and over, until she just couldn't bear to be conscious anymore. The memory keeps knocking on her thoughts as she forces herself to get out of bed and stumbles to the vanity in her room. ] It's okay... It's okay, don't freak out, it's okay... [ Then she stops. Standing in front of the mirror, in the middle of changing her clothes. It takes a moment for the sight to completely register. Her wounds are still there. They're not bleeding and they're not fatal, but they're still there. Satou tries to calm herself again by searching for her pulse, to remind herself that she might be wounded but at least she's still alive... unable to find it, she stumbles to the nearest bathroom and skips breakfast that morning.. ]
[ action ♥ High School ]
[ Despite her physical state, Satou does all in her power to be cheerful at school that day. She'll greet anyone and everyone with a smile, even if she's never met the before. ] Good day! Are you excited, for, um... February? Let's make it the best!
[ But she will never take her gloves off. She has long sleeves on, long stockings, and is making all possible effort to keep her body completely hidden. Though she seems to be social and friendly, get too close to her and she'll back away from you nervously. At lunch, she sneaks away from the cafeteria to avoid eating anything. Satou doesn't want anyone to know her revival wasn't perfect. ]
[ phone ♥ Evening ]
[ Just barely an hour after school and Satou is finally healed up. Since she is no longer freaking out over her failed revival state, Satou now has the time to open the package addressed to her. Despite the strange lack of contents, she sounds relieved as she finally picks up the phone. ]
Good evening! Is this too late to be making a call? I just, um, wanted to know. Did anyone else get a package today? I got one and... there wasn't anything in it. Is that normal? [ Her tone does from relieved to slightly upset. ] Did I get ripped off?
{ for any action tags, please respond to Satou's permissions post for her empathy, if you have a moment! Thanks so much! }
High School
[She's calmer now, listening, but still looking irritated. It's kind of her default.]
High School
High School
High School