I'm Just Sitting Here [Active, Closed]
Characters: Madotsuki, Brook, Jeff Andonuts
Content: A crazy girl meets a crazy skeleton...and her semi-idol.
Location: Starts on the roof of an old movie theater
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: Madotsuki and Brook each come with their own special set of warnings.
Roofs are a good place to just look over things from above. Not aesthetically pleasing, because no one ever expects people to go up there. All sorts of ridges and lumps, perfect to sit on. Just sit and watch the world go by, without any disturbance. Sitting and being alone seemed good. She'd been walking a lot. She'd gotten tired. She was cold, and her head hurt, and her throat was sore, and her nose leaked. No, it wasn't all that bad, she just figured sitting was a good idea. Taking a rest for a little bit wasn't uncalled for, it wasn't like there was a rush.
She smoothed out her skirt as she sat. It was dirty, and singed from those bastards before. Jerks. And then she looked over the rooftop. It was kind of ugly, and she'd picked a seat a bit too far back from the edge to look over the street. There was more than just what was below, though. Across, and above. She twirled a finger in a loose curl; she'd found curlers a few days back, it looked kind of good. It was okay that there wasn't much to look at. She was fine with watching nothing.
So she did. For a while. Just watching nothing. Not spacing out, letting her mind wander--stupid, she'd been doing that already, she was taking a break from that--just staring at what was in front of her. Every now and then, she'd try to clear the phlegm from her throat. How long did it last? She wasn't much paying attention. Few minutes. Thirty? Two hours. Somewhere in there.
And then, with a slow blink, she sat up a little straighter. And she turned and rummaged through her backpack, which had indeed been with her the whole time. She couldn't much carry her things without it, not here. And she pulled out her second ability. Her flute. Okay then. Now she was going to play it.
So she did. It was harder than it had been before. The songs didn't come as easy, she ran out of breath, her ragged throat got more tired. Sometimes she would hit a flat note. Just another one of those things. She kept playing anyway. The melody flowed out, imperfect but consistent. She was playing, and you could just shut up and listen.
Content: A crazy girl meets a crazy skeleton...and her semi-idol.
Location: Starts on the roof of an old movie theater
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: Madotsuki and Brook each come with their own special set of warnings.
Roofs are a good place to just look over things from above. Not aesthetically pleasing, because no one ever expects people to go up there. All sorts of ridges and lumps, perfect to sit on. Just sit and watch the world go by, without any disturbance. Sitting and being alone seemed good. She'd been walking a lot. She'd gotten tired. She was cold, and her head hurt, and her throat was sore, and her nose leaked. No, it wasn't all that bad, she just figured sitting was a good idea. Taking a rest for a little bit wasn't uncalled for, it wasn't like there was a rush.
She smoothed out her skirt as she sat. It was dirty, and singed from those bastards before. Jerks. And then she looked over the rooftop. It was kind of ugly, and she'd picked a seat a bit too far back from the edge to look over the street. There was more than just what was below, though. Across, and above. She twirled a finger in a loose curl; she'd found curlers a few days back, it looked kind of good. It was okay that there wasn't much to look at. She was fine with watching nothing.
So she did. For a while. Just watching nothing. Not spacing out, letting her mind wander--stupid, she'd been doing that already, she was taking a break from that--just staring at what was in front of her. Every now and then, she'd try to clear the phlegm from her throat. How long did it last? She wasn't much paying attention. Few minutes. Thirty? Two hours. Somewhere in there.
And then, with a slow blink, she sat up a little straighter. And she turned and rummaged through her backpack, which had indeed been with her the whole time. She couldn't much carry her things without it, not here. And she pulled out her second ability. Her flute. Okay then. Now she was going to play it.
So she did. It was harder than it had been before. The songs didn't come as easy, she ran out of breath, her ragged throat got more tired. Sometimes she would hit a flat note. Just another one of those things. She kept playing anyway. The melody flowed out, imperfect but consistent. She was playing, and you could just shut up and listen.