Satoko Houjou (
waiting4niinii) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-10-12 09:18 pm
New playground
Characters: Satoko Houjou and YOU.
Setting: October 12th. From her room and onward.
Format: Pros or Action.
Summary: The tower drops a Trapmaster. Now she wonders about.
Warnings: PGish... Satoko is a brat.
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['Come, let us go to the next Hinamizawa' was the last thing Satoko remembered before she woke up. Her eyes opened wide so sudden as she laid still on the bed. Her panicked face stayed hidden towards the wall. Slowly her hand reached up towards her forehead with a gentle touch before she drew her hand close to her. No blood and no wound. Was she alive? Was it then all just a dream?
The child quickly sprung herself upright and turned her head behind her, expected someone to be by her side. In the end, there was no one. Satoko studied the room as she scanned it.]
Rika! ...Rika?
[Her friend wasn't here, except the four beds? Something was wrong. Satoko rubbed her sleepy eye before she could stare down. What was she wearing? There was a piece of paper in reach. Satoko grabbed it and begun to read it to herself. After the letter was read, Satoko curled back to her bed to face the wall again. There's a couple muffles.]
Rika... I'm sorry.
Floor 6:
[After Satoko changed clothes, it was time to explore the tower. It was called, Operation: Study the enemy's location. One of the stops, she came to a large forest in a room? Satoko stared up and around the room disbelieved.]
Now, how did they fit something like this here?
[Satoko asked herself. Not that she was complaining, more like it was nice of the enemy to put a forest this big into the tower. Satoko rested her chin between her thumb and index finger.]
Although, I suppose I should thank them.
Floor 1/Cafeteria:
[Now it was time for some grub. Studying your enemies can grow an appetite. Before Satoko could step into the cafeteria, her body came to a halt when her nose caught that disgusting aroma, pumpkin. Terror grew on the child's face as she pinched her nose.]
That smell...
[Satoko stuck out her tongue. She marched forward praying the cafeteria had something besides this aroma. If this was the enemy's attack, they did a damn good job.]
Setting: October 12th. From her room and onward.
Format: Pros or Action.
Summary: The tower drops a Trapmaster. Now she wonders about.
Warnings: PGish... Satoko is a brat.
03-17:
['Come, let us go to the next Hinamizawa' was the last thing Satoko remembered before she woke up. Her eyes opened wide so sudden as she laid still on the bed. Her panicked face stayed hidden towards the wall. Slowly her hand reached up towards her forehead with a gentle touch before she drew her hand close to her. No blood and no wound. Was she alive? Was it then all just a dream?
The child quickly sprung herself upright and turned her head behind her, expected someone to be by her side. In the end, there was no one. Satoko studied the room as she scanned it.]
Rika! ...Rika?
[Her friend wasn't here, except the four beds? Something was wrong. Satoko rubbed her sleepy eye before she could stare down. What was she wearing? There was a piece of paper in reach. Satoko grabbed it and begun to read it to herself. After the letter was read, Satoko curled back to her bed to face the wall again. There's a couple muffles.]
Rika... I'm sorry.
Floor 6:
[After Satoko changed clothes, it was time to explore the tower. It was called, Operation: Study the enemy's location. One of the stops, she came to a large forest in a room? Satoko stared up and around the room disbelieved.]
Now, how did they fit something like this here?
[Satoko asked herself. Not that she was complaining, more like it was nice of the enemy to put a forest this big into the tower. Satoko rested her chin between her thumb and index finger.]
Although, I suppose I should thank them.
Floor 1/Cafeteria:
[Now it was time for some grub. Studying your enemies can grow an appetite. Before Satoko could step into the cafeteria, her body came to a halt when her nose caught that disgusting aroma, pumpkin. Terror grew on the child's face as she pinched her nose.]
That smell...
[Satoko stuck out her tongue. She marched forward praying the cafeteria had something besides this aroma. If this was the enemy's attack, they did a damn good job.]

floor 6
Thank them..? [ don't even try to put up an innocent act, evatrice, it's obvious.. ] What for?
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flsdjf Evatrice get out! But not really...The letter left out minor details obviously. They didn't bother giving her a handbook. Satoko looks up following the voice.]I suppose to give me something to look at. Staying inside isn't healthy for kids like me. [Have a stare.] How did you get up there wearing that?
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Magic! [ She says it as if it's natural - in fact, she seems rather proud as she says it. ]
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Floor 6
The animals in there are a bit mean!
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What is that you wearing?
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cafeteria
[Rosa found the smell of the pumpkins overwhelming, but at least it was better than the smell of oatmeal.]
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Nothing ma'am, I felt a tickle up my nose.
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[She frowns a little.]
Are you possibly coming down with a cold, then?
[A contagious disease in such a small area would be disastrous.]
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floor 6
[Battler walked up behind the girl, his hands in his pockets as he glanced around at the scenery as well.]
trolls of umineko ;;
For... Setting up a forest inside the place. Indoors can be quite boring.
the best 8D
D: /falcon punches!
8|D don't be like that satoko!!
ur right, I'll just set traps for u all!
bring it trap master!!
/checks off murder!battler
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floor 6;
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No kidding. It's not healthy. How did they fit in the tower anyway?
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cafeteria
At least it let her take the mask off. So hi, Satoko, have someone who looks like Rika except a lot older. Wearing a catwoman suit.]
You never did like pumpkins.
cafeteria
...Rika?
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[Head-tilt.] Though, she is here, if you wish to find her.
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Cafeteria
Don't bother looking for anything better. That craps all they've got.
Cafeteria
This is torture.
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Floor 1 laaaaaaate
She still thought of those friends every day, burning the image of their faces and sound of their voice in her mind. Occasionally she'd see them in Mayfield, but never for long... and never Satoko.
So Satoko's voice almost went unnoticed by Rika. It's been years since she heard her best friend's pure tone and the memories she replays are beginning to rust and fade. She almost did not noticed the small figure, the blonde hair, those oddly coloured eyes...
... but then it struck her. Recognition. Satoko. Rika actually stumbles back from surprise, eyes wide. Face paling. This can't be. Not here, not now. Not in a place where Rika cannot promise her friend's safety! ]
Sah...
[ Her throat is immediately dry. She swallows before trying to continue. ]
... Satoko. Satoko! [ And walking. Slowly at first, then faster, towards Satoko. Beware of hugs. ]
D: So laaaaaaate Now for your punishment! A flick to the forehead!
Somehow this one tickled the girl's mind. The way this person called out to her. It couldn't be...]
Ri-Rika?!
[Did Satoko just got hit by a truck? This hug, it hurts of love.]
mii--!
It feels strange to hug her now. Rika is taller. Not much, but still enough to recognize a different. She's older now. Sixteen years old, while Satoko remains unchanged. That's something she can't just smile off. She can't just get around her new age without filling Satoko in... ]
Satoko.... mi. It is. Rika Furude! [ She is struggling to keep a grip on herself as she says this. Loosening the hug and breathing in. Then smiling. ] ... It has been a while!
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