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mayfield_rpg2012-05-25 05:28 pm
falsereligion) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-25 05:28 pm
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✞ 01 ✞
I - [morning, 1336 Benny Road]
[The sun was barely over the horizon. It was early morning.
And it was impossible.
...impossible.
Purely impossible.
Those were her first thoughts when she woke up to being perfectly alive, in shape, and no scratches on her. And of course her Soul Gem was nowhere to be found. She turned upside-down the room she woke up in, flinging sheets and books every which way, rummaging through her closet of dresses and skirts she knew she'd never wear. When, ultimately, it was nowhere to be found, she plopped herself down on the floor.
She'd been ready to die. She'd accepted it. For the first time in the longest while, she found she wasn't wavering with the thought of her unsure future. She was calm. And yet here she was, living and breathing once more.
When it was clear she wasn't, in fact, a lifeless corpse and her Soul Gem wasn't supporting her, she took to investigating where the hell she was. It wasn't any room she'd ever been in, hers or someone else's. The clothes weren't hers, the books weren't hers, nothing was. The wallpaper was cheesy, and everything was so pink it hurt. It was like Madoka went and barfed all over the place. With a tentative hand, she picked up a particularly heavy-looking book and opened the door. Close-range combat wasn't her specialty in any way, shape, or form, but she damn well knew how to defend herself if push came to shove.
If she happened to meet the thing that took her to this place.
To her shock, it was simply a normal hallway, of a normal house. Bedrooms, with kids asleep, one closed door she didn't care to open, a staircase leading down to a lower floor. Holding the book out in front of her, she stepped down as to not make a single sound--the thought of sliding down the banister rail crossed her mind for a split second, but she denounced it then and there, much too big of a risk to cause noise.
. . .
It was a strange situation. An ordinary Western house, with ordinary people outside, if they could be called people, that is. Food in the fridge, clothes in the closet, fairly nice weather, and not an incubator in sight.
She didn't know what to think. Part of her was happy--maybe finally she'd found peace, maybe this was an odd kind of heaven, where the troubles of the normal world didn't have to come into play, where there were no witches, no fighting, no goddamn Kyuubey. But at the same time, she was angry, furious even. What right did this...thing that brought her to this place have, resurrecting the dead? Was she living on borrowed time? Was she going to keel over at any moment? Kyouko scowled. She didn't even know what was going on. Where this place was (besides, "1336 Benny Road" according to the street sign outside), who or what brought her there, or who any of the people she saw were.
For once, she decided she wasn't going to go looking for trouble. So she decides to take a seat on the kitchen counter, testing out various...boxes of cracker-like foods she seems to have found in the cabinets. At least they weren't poisonous.]
II - [phone, later that afternoon]
Uh...is this thing working? Hell, I don't know how to use this...dial-thing...where are the damn buttons.... [A very small pause combined with the mashing of plastic and fingers.]
There, someone tell me it's working...?
[A sigh.] I guess I'm...new here, or something. If anyone who hears this is from Mitakihara, Japan, gimme a ring.
[Another pause, this one sharper. When she speaks again, her voice is harsher, more disgruntled, as if part of her doesn't want to be saying the words that come next:] This is Kyouko Sakura.
[The sun was barely over the horizon. It was early morning.
And it was impossible.
...impossible.
Purely impossible.
Those were her first thoughts when she woke up to being perfectly alive, in shape, and no scratches on her. And of course her Soul Gem was nowhere to be found. She turned upside-down the room she woke up in, flinging sheets and books every which way, rummaging through her closet of dresses and skirts she knew she'd never wear. When, ultimately, it was nowhere to be found, she plopped herself down on the floor.
She'd been ready to die. She'd accepted it. For the first time in the longest while, she found she wasn't wavering with the thought of her unsure future. She was calm. And yet here she was, living and breathing once more.
When it was clear she wasn't, in fact, a lifeless corpse and her Soul Gem wasn't supporting her, she took to investigating where the hell she was. It wasn't any room she'd ever been in, hers or someone else's. The clothes weren't hers, the books weren't hers, nothing was. The wallpaper was cheesy, and everything was so pink it hurt. It was like Madoka went and barfed all over the place. With a tentative hand, she picked up a particularly heavy-looking book and opened the door. Close-range combat wasn't her specialty in any way, shape, or form, but she damn well knew how to defend herself if push came to shove.
If she happened to meet the thing that took her to this place.
To her shock, it was simply a normal hallway, of a normal house. Bedrooms, with kids asleep, one closed door she didn't care to open, a staircase leading down to a lower floor. Holding the book out in front of her, she stepped down as to not make a single sound--the thought of sliding down the banister rail crossed her mind for a split second, but she denounced it then and there, much too big of a risk to cause noise.
. . .
It was a strange situation. An ordinary Western house, with ordinary people outside, if they could be called people, that is. Food in the fridge, clothes in the closet, fairly nice weather, and not an incubator in sight.
She didn't know what to think. Part of her was happy--maybe finally she'd found peace, maybe this was an odd kind of heaven, where the troubles of the normal world didn't have to come into play, where there were no witches, no fighting, no goddamn Kyuubey. But at the same time, she was angry, furious even. What right did this...thing that brought her to this place have, resurrecting the dead? Was she living on borrowed time? Was she going to keel over at any moment? Kyouko scowled. She didn't even know what was going on. Where this place was (besides, "1336 Benny Road" according to the street sign outside), who or what brought her there, or who any of the people she saw were.
For once, she decided she wasn't going to go looking for trouble. So she decides to take a seat on the kitchen counter, testing out various...boxes of cracker-like foods she seems to have found in the cabinets. At least they weren't poisonous.]
II - [phone, later that afternoon]
Uh...is this thing working? Hell, I don't know how to use this...dial-thing...where are the damn buttons.... [A very small pause combined with the mashing of plastic and fingers.]
There, someone tell me it's working...?
[A sigh.] I guess I'm...new here, or something. If anyone who hears this is from Mitakihara, Japan, gimme a ring.
[Another pause, this one sharper. When she speaks again, her voice is harsher, more disgruntled, as if part of her doesn't want to be saying the words that come next:] This is Kyouko Sakura.