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towerofanimus2011-08-27 03:58 pm
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1st Reason
Characters: Chiaki
Setting: Floor Five; the Outer Ring
Format: Prose
Summary: Chiaki is taking the news in her own way...
Warnings: Sad and steamed Chiaki here. Rating: PG
Though she did not know it yet, this wasn’t the first time she had lost her world to the curse of death and darkness. A survivor of the apocalypse not once, but twice. But much like before, she is simply leaning against the wall, hand held to her head. Tears never formed, no matter how great the pain had been. In fact, it seemed like the pain had always existed, and it was just another memory to her. That didn’t mean she wasn’t sad. No, that frown and her eyes were pleading that all of this was some kind of sick and twisted joke. And when she found the one pulling the strings and ended this, she could go back with Isamu and Naoki, plan for college and her future. Signs of that happening however were nowhere to be seen. Finally she looks up, giving a small sigh. Neither tears nor rage dwelled within, unable to even be processed in her anymore. She was numb, yet Chiaki couldn’t help but feel something familiar about all of this…
Setting: Floor Five; the Outer Ring
Format: Prose
Summary: Chiaki is taking the news in her own way...
Warnings: Sad and steamed Chiaki here. Rating: PG
Though she did not know it yet, this wasn’t the first time she had lost her world to the curse of death and darkness. A survivor of the apocalypse not once, but twice. But much like before, she is simply leaning against the wall, hand held to her head. Tears never formed, no matter how great the pain had been. In fact, it seemed like the pain had always existed, and it was just another memory to her. That didn’t mean she wasn’t sad. No, that frown and her eyes were pleading that all of this was some kind of sick and twisted joke. And when she found the one pulling the strings and ended this, she could go back with Isamu and Naoki, plan for college and her future. Signs of that happening however were nowhere to be seen. Finally she looks up, giving a small sigh. Neither tears nor rage dwelled within, unable to even be processed in her anymore. She was numb, yet Chiaki couldn’t help but feel something familiar about all of this…
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"...I'm not about to listen to some childish and useless advice," she said, getting back up and brushing her skirt.
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