fourth staff ♞ i have some serious critiques about this gallery

[beknightedheroine]

Characters: Sayaka and you.
Setting: Floor 22 - the art gallery.
Format: Starts in prose, matchres you!
Summary: Can't go two steps in this art gallery without seeing something HORRIBLE. Backdated to daytime on the 28th.
Warnings: Defacement of fine art.

Well, it's taken her a matter of weeks, but Sayaka's finally chosen to take Gandalf's advice and return to the art gallery. She's looking for the mermaid portrait her mind had been captured by before, but something else comes to her attention first:

It's an old, weathered poster, set upon the wall in a thin black frame. There's no glass between it and the air, and Sayaka can practically feel every year it's been since that concert when she touches it. All the words that used to be on it are gone, replaced with symbols that make her head hurt to look at. They're like the runes in a Witch's labyrinth, and that's the part that sets her off.

She can't get it down from the wall, but she sure can rip out the parts with those stupid runes.

You can stumble upon her when she's either a) tearing out shreds of the poster in a mad rage, or b) collapsed amidst a flurry of torn paper, looking very desolate and depressed.

Comments

[a] ragebros 5lyfe

[lamentless]

...well, sure, it wasn't technology, but a certain blonde could sympathize. Sadly, he didn't have much applicable knowhow on how to help when someone was having such a freak out, so the best he could do was very gently put a hand on her shoulder, and hold a certain key out to her.

"You might be able to do more damage with this."

As if Rox cared why she was doing this. People didn't need reasons in the tower anymore, in his opinion.

5ever and ever and ever and ever

[beknightedheroine]

"..woah, that's things pretty shiny. I might take off some of the paint on it, you know."

Her usual joking tone is laced with seething anger, but hey, at least she can still verbally express herself? Sayaka grabs the key, and hefts it for a moment, testing the weight--

[lamentless]

...and then it poofed in a flash of light and went back to the startled blonde's hand.

"I guess it's not going to let you." Rude, keyblade. Rude. "Wait, I-" Did he have anything else he could offer, help-wise? He patted his pocket as the keyblade disappeared, and pulled out, of all things, his pair of scissors.

"-these aren't magic, but it's better than just using your hands."

Rox tried to give some sense of an understanding smile at the laced tone, but it sort of lacked the usual confidence. Please don't stab him instead, okay?

[beknightedheroine]

Sayaka's just as startled as Roxas when the keyblade pulls the vanishing act, but gives him a wry smile once they've both regained themselves. "That's pretty cool, having a weapon that won't let anybody else use it, though. --Uh, scissors work!"

She twirls them on her thumb for a moment (Sayaka no that's dangerous) then attacks the poster with them, messily cutting out all the runes - and then cutting up the cut out bits.

[lamentless]

Wow. Watching her hate on some paper was oddly therapeutic. Maybe because he knew the feeling so well.

"I don't know about 'cool'..." He shifted, watching as she cut the bits in to bits and then those bits in to bits. Missed opportunity for a paper doll chain, Sayaka.

"I know how that feels. I...sort of smashed a computer up really badly a while back."

[beknightedheroine]

"Was there, like, something on the network, or did you just need to smash something?"

She's making still-somewhat-steely-voiced casual conversation while she continually snips away, yes.

[lamentless]

"There was an...incident going on." Hold on, let him make his voice nice and bitter. "Just the people in charge doing what they do best, I guess."

His knuckles were a little white, but look! He's sorta, vaguely, kinda holding his rage in!

"...so it was sort of both."