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towerofanimus2013-01-16 01:35 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-16 01:35 pm
Entry tags:
fifth prayer
Characters: Kyoko Sakura and you.
Setting: Cathedral -> Restaurant -> Library
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match!
Summary: Kyoko has been in the tower for 10 years now! Or at least, she thinks she has been. Despite still looking like a fourteen-year-old girl, she's actually matured quite a bit over the years.
Warnings: None.
Floor Thirteen
Kyoko could be found knelt at one of the center pews. It was one of those rare occasions where she wouldn't be found eating something. It was one of those rare occasions where her hair was worn down. The ribbon that might usually have held it in place, as well as a religious icon, were held between her clasped hands, giving the image of being deeply in prayer. The mumbling is nostalgic, although it feels incomplete without the sermon and hymns that might have accompanied it under more favorable circumstances. This wasn't her father's church, but she had taken to coming here all the same. It was the closest she could come to feeling as though she was back home and to God in Heaven, watching over them all.
It was certainly Him who had given her another chance at life, even if it was in a place such as this, riddled with torture, death and disappearances, but also filled with friendships could not have been fostered anywhere else. Friends that had been lost to her back home; and of course, the opportunity to follow the path of repentance and redemption that she had brushed off for so long.
Interrupt her?
Floor Twenty-One
The restaurant wasn't a place Kyoko visited often. The temptation of good food would often outweigh the risk of loosing an eyeball, a lung or a limb (even if such a thing could be recovered through the use of magic,) especially now that the monotony had grown so great. Besides, what was life without a few risks? Fortunately, payment this time around had been fairly easy (or rather, by a stroke of luck, something she was already in possession of--she'd taken to the idea of collecting unusual things in the tower and popping open prize pods on the rare occasion that they showed themselves.)
She could be seen walking towards the staircase with a small plate in her hand, spearing a piece of chocolate cheesecake and taking bites of it.
Floor Three
Reading wasn't a hobby that Kyoko had seen herself getting into, not outside of the occasional manga, but her time in the tower had managed to soften her up the idea. She still wasn't what one would call an avid reader, but occasionally something would manage to catch her eye. At that moment "something" happened to be closer to her teenage self's preferences: some sort of fluffy shoujo manga. The kind where love and courage would prevail in the end, justice would be served and the day would be saved.
So she stood there, not yet bothering to leave the aisle, leaned back against the bookcase, flipping through the pages. Kyoko appeared to be surprisingly pleased with her find. There was a stick of banana pocky clenched between her teeth. The manga itself was pretty good. Better than she expected, even.
Setting: Cathedral -> Restaurant -> Library
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match!
Summary: Kyoko has been in the tower for 10 years now! Or at least, she thinks she has been. Despite still looking like a fourteen-year-old girl, she's actually matured quite a bit over the years.
Warnings: None.
Floor Thirteen
Kyoko could be found knelt at one of the center pews. It was one of those rare occasions where she wouldn't be found eating something. It was one of those rare occasions where her hair was worn down. The ribbon that might usually have held it in place, as well as a religious icon, were held between her clasped hands, giving the image of being deeply in prayer. The mumbling is nostalgic, although it feels incomplete without the sermon and hymns that might have accompanied it under more favorable circumstances. This wasn't her father's church, but she had taken to coming here all the same. It was the closest she could come to feeling as though she was back home and to God in Heaven, watching over them all.
It was certainly Him who had given her another chance at life, even if it was in a place such as this, riddled with torture, death and disappearances, but also filled with friendships could not have been fostered anywhere else. Friends that had been lost to her back home; and of course, the opportunity to follow the path of repentance and redemption that she had brushed off for so long.
Interrupt her?
Floor Twenty-One
The restaurant wasn't a place Kyoko visited often. The temptation of good food would often outweigh the risk of loosing an eyeball, a lung or a limb (even if such a thing could be recovered through the use of magic,) especially now that the monotony had grown so great. Besides, what was life without a few risks? Fortunately, payment this time around had been fairly easy (or rather, by a stroke of luck, something she was already in possession of--she'd taken to the idea of collecting unusual things in the tower and popping open prize pods on the rare occasion that they showed themselves.)
She could be seen walking towards the staircase with a small plate in her hand, spearing a piece of chocolate cheesecake and taking bites of it.
Floor Three
Reading wasn't a hobby that Kyoko had seen herself getting into, not outside of the occasional manga, but her time in the tower had managed to soften her up the idea. She still wasn't what one would call an avid reader, but occasionally something would manage to catch her eye. At that moment "something" happened to be closer to her teenage self's preferences: some sort of fluffy shoujo manga. The kind where love and courage would prevail in the end, justice would be served and the day would be saved.
So she stood there, not yet bothering to leave the aisle, leaned back against the bookcase, flipping through the pages. Kyoko appeared to be surprisingly pleased with her find. There was a stick of banana pocky clenched between her teeth. The manga itself was pretty good. Better than she expected, even.
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