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Chihiro Fujisaki (不二咲 千尋) ([personal profile] cutestprogrammer) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-05-30 01:10 am

00110001| Out of the flying pan into the fire? [OPEN]

Characters: Chihiro Fujisaki and you!
Setting: Starts from the 4th Floor (outside RM 04-08) then all over the tower, towards nightfall! (Mun? Why u do dis?)
Format: Either is fine~
Summary: Chihiro is absolutely terrified and disoriented upon his arrival here and has wandered out of his dorm room trying to find a way home only to encounter the monsters that come out at night... MONDO SOMEBODY SAVE HIM!
Warnings: Monsters? And anyone who doesn't know him will definitely think he's a girl. He's baby-faced, dressed in a girl's school uniform (it's rather conservative in style and not super short!), short (just under 5 foot) and his voice hasn't changed yet. Plus Chihiro is a unisex name...

[W-what is this place? Is this part of the school? But this isn't his room! Where are his clothes? Why is there a collar round his neck? Why couldn't he move just now? Is this Monobear's doing? What is going on? Why can't he remember coming into this room? All these thoughts race round Chihiro's head as he pulls himself up sobbing from the bed. He has to find the others. Maybe he should go look for Mondo. Mondo will protect him! He is certain of that!

Though he's still shaking with fear, he makes himself look all over the room for his clothes, eventually finding them in the chest at the foot of his bed. He quickly dresses. Then he grabs the telescope stand inside the chest as a weapon. He's not sure if it'll be good enough... but he has to try! He has to! This is part of being stronger!

Then he carefully opens the door and heads outside, clutching the telescope stand for dear life! For a moment, he just stares at the glass floor under his feet. Then he suddenly hears a cry of pain. He turns over to look...]

AHH!  S-S-S-Stay away from me! Don't-Don't come near!! [He waves his makeshift weapon at the Bullfairy flying towards him!] Don't- [Then he blots and runs off blindly in a wild panic!]

Re: Floor Nineteen

[personal profile] moontothetide 2012-06-03 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! [Japanese students weren't entirely unheard of, at UC Sunnydale, but Tara had kept herself to herself enough that actually interacting with her own classmates, let alone someone from another culture, had been new.] And it's...nice to meet you, Chihiro-san?

[Her tone rises at the end in a question, as she hopes that she used the right name.]

S-Sorry. Um...about everything.

Re: Floor Nineteen

[personal profile] moontothetide 2012-06-03 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
N-No, it's not, I know that, it's just...sympathy. I'm, I'm saying sorry because I, I'm sorry you have to go through any of this.

[Particularly in the case of someone as adorable as Chihiro. Tara has already met a few children younger than her that somehow managed to be more confident and together, but besides an apparently boundlessly cheerful personality, Chihiro isn't the same.]

Re: Floor Nineteen

[personal profile] moontothetide 2012-06-03 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
We...we have to help one another. There's, there's enough in this place that could hurt us, without us hurting one another.

...a-at least, that's, um, w-what I've seen.

Re: Floor Nineteen

[personal profile] moontothetide 2012-06-06 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Tara immediately looks sympathetic. Being forced to hurt your friends...for all of Sunnydale's horror, it had never gotten that bad. All the pain they'd inflicted on one another, they'd at least had the choice.]

Come on. I, I know no one would attack someone like you. You'll be okay, just...just don't stay out after dark, a-and you'll be okay.

Re: Floor Nineteen

[personal profile] moontothetide 2012-06-06 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[It would distress her if only because she hates to think that someone else would have suffered as she'd spent most of her life suffering.

...the bullying. Not the cross dressing. Chihiro reminds her too much of Dawn, anyway.]


Right! [As it stands, she just hopes that he is being sincere about what he's saying, but is just that bit too nervous to press him.] So, um, h-how about I walk you down to the cafeteria? I'm not busy. Promise.