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towerofanimus2012-11-26 07:03 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-26 07:03 pm
Entry tags:
second prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, open
Setting: Graveyard -> Cafeteria -> Library
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Kyoko pays a visit to the graveyard, then stuffs her face, then reads a motherfucking book (except not.)
Warnings: None.
《 GRAVEYARD 》
Kyoko had only given the graveyard a cursory inspection before, dismissing it as a decorative parlor trick like the rest of the floors, but after hearing that it was a sort of memorial she decided it to be worth another look. Not that she really cared about such things, but it was as good of a way as any to ascertain who was no longer in the tower. The sight of Mami's grave gives her a pause, though she does little more than let out an annoyed "tch" before moving on. She'd already crossed that bridge once and she didn't care to do so again.
So it's not until she stumbles upon a grave bearing her own name that Kyoko gives much of a reaction. Of course, her reaction was to kick it over, littering it with offerings of apple and pear cores. Her gaze bore down upon it for the brief moments that she stood in front of it. That sort of thing was fine if it was your own grave, right? It wasn't like she was going to be using it anytime soon. Crawling into a coffin once wasn't an action she felt any regrets about, but she wouldn't do so again. So, it was nothing less than an insult and a frustration to a person like her who still alive, right at the very top of the food chain.
《 CAFETERIA 》
She made a habit of avoiding to sit down and eat meals at a table like this. It was too slow and too stagnant and perhaps even a bit too lonely for her tastes. Well, being alone came naturally to her--after all, that was just how life worked, right?--, but the emptiness was nonetheless unwanted. It made her feel a sort of emptiness in the pit of her stomach, though food was one of the few pastimes that she truly enjoyed.
Still, some foods were harder to move with than others and so she was sitting alone at the table now.
《 LIBRARY 》
Kyoko wasn't an intellectual nor did she have any interest in becoming one; outside of comics and childish fairy tales where love and justice always prevailed she had always had precious little interest in things like books or school. Why bother with them when she already had a viable career locked in and could just take what she needed, but the end to their short-lived conversation had struck something of a personal chord. Losing your soul, trading it away, how much of a difference was there?
"'Lose your soul in the Tower of Animus,' eh? What a waste of time," the red-headed girl mumbled to herself, just barely audible, as she glanced at the empty history section and and munched on scooped spoonfuls of cranberry jam straight out of the can. She scratched at the back of her calf with the toe of her boot. There was no surprise in it's absence, but something to at least explain the name of this place would've been nice.
Setting: Graveyard -> Cafeteria -> Library
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Kyoko pays a visit to the graveyard, then stuffs her face, then reads a motherfucking book (except not.)
Warnings: None.
《 GRAVEYARD 》
Kyoko had only given the graveyard a cursory inspection before, dismissing it as a decorative parlor trick like the rest of the floors, but after hearing that it was a sort of memorial she decided it to be worth another look. Not that she really cared about such things, but it was as good of a way as any to ascertain who was no longer in the tower. The sight of Mami's grave gives her a pause, though she does little more than let out an annoyed "tch" before moving on. She'd already crossed that bridge once and she didn't care to do so again.
So it's not until she stumbles upon a grave bearing her own name that Kyoko gives much of a reaction. Of course, her reaction was to kick it over, littering it with offerings of apple and pear cores. Her gaze bore down upon it for the brief moments that she stood in front of it. That sort of thing was fine if it was your own grave, right? It wasn't like she was going to be using it anytime soon. Crawling into a coffin once wasn't an action she felt any regrets about, but she wouldn't do so again. So, it was nothing less than an insult and a frustration to a person like her who still alive, right at the very top of the food chain.
《 CAFETERIA 》
She made a habit of avoiding to sit down and eat meals at a table like this. It was too slow and too stagnant and perhaps even a bit too lonely for her tastes. Well, being alone came naturally to her--after all, that was just how life worked, right?--, but the emptiness was nonetheless unwanted. It made her feel a sort of emptiness in the pit of her stomach, though food was one of the few pastimes that she truly enjoyed.
Still, some foods were harder to move with than others and so she was sitting alone at the table now.
《 LIBRARY 》
Kyoko wasn't an intellectual nor did she have any interest in becoming one; outside of comics and childish fairy tales where love and justice always prevailed she had always had precious little interest in things like books or school. Why bother with them when she already had a viable career locked in and could just take what she needed, but the end to their short-lived conversation had struck something of a personal chord. Losing your soul, trading it away, how much of a difference was there?
"'Lose your soul in the Tower of Animus,' eh? What a waste of time," the red-headed girl mumbled to herself, just barely audible, as she glanced at the empty history section and and munched on scooped spoonfuls of cranberry jam straight out of the can. She scratched at the back of her calf with the toe of her boot. There was no surprise in it's absence, but something to at least explain the name of this place would've been nice.
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[y e p...]
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...Tch. Typical.
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My luck had always been a mixed bag, so I guess that's a factor too...
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You call getting drugged up and stuck with a Hello Kitty-reject for a principal a mixed bag? Boy, I'd hate to see what your idea of a person with bad luck is.
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[Seriously, it's that bad for him.]
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Try me.
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[and that's really happened before.]
And then being executed for that very same crime.
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Boy, you weren't kidding. Your luck really does suck. If you're gonna get executed, you oughta at least get to crush a few people.
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[She's pretty blunt, would be Naegi's impression of her right now, but hey, he's seen a lot of colorful people back home and here so he's... sort of used to these kind of things.]
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[Though she doesn't really disagree, not really.]
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[There's a sigh as he said that.]
But as long as they're not swayed by the bear's words, then nothing bad should happen.
[He's not the type to give up that easily.]
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[She thinks this is a better plan of action than it actually is, really.]
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[She tilts her head slightly.]
So then, since there's always be at least one guy who's gonna throw a wrench in the works, what're you gonna do when they start listening to that guy?
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[Those matters are his weakness after all. He's too emotionally involved with his friends that the concept of betrayal, while familiar, is also completely alien if he's on the receiving end of it.
He's seen it happen to others, but to have it happen to himself...
He's not sure if he could even handle it.]
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[She shrugs. It's not like she can't relate.]
Even if you could, it's not like things would just go according to play. You're gonna wind up having to think on your feet anyway.
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[...Wow, this conversation really got depressing, but right.]
Anyways, what's your name? I'm Makoto Naegi, just in case you're wondering...
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[wow rude, kyoko.]
Name's Kyoko Sakura.
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It's nice to meet you as well, Sakura-san.
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[what is etiquette.]
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[Never dropping that sort of formal tone yep.]