Sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down.
Who: haveahorse & moarcowbell. But everyone's free to join in on the fun too.
Where: Down Latimir St from the aparments
When: After this encounter, and this little conversation.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Rin walks out of her cousin's apartment after a frustrating encounter with her ex-boyfriend, and decides to kill two birds with one stone by getting some clothes for herself.
the log:
Rin stormed out of the apartment building feeling frustrated and aggravated. She couldn't believe that she let herself do such a thing. She slipped up, and during that time, she knew that she was too. She wanted to cry, scream, do anything to vent. She was so goddamn frustrated. No, scratch that. She was angry... So very angry... At herself. If this kept on going, her plan would be ruined. She needed to focus.
It was dark out. The feather-light drops of snow felt like they added onto the burden she had to carry with her, and the snow-covered floor beneath her felt like needles at every step. Even though it was not windy, the slightest breeze felt like whips against her exposed skin. It was summer at Japan, when she was taken. She wore nothing but a hospital gown when she arrived here. Every aspect about the place felt like hell. The very person that she tried to avoid was here as well. It was absolute torture to keep herself from him.
Could this be punishment for what I've done? Was what you did, no, what I did myself, not enough?
Where: Down Latimir St from the aparments
When: After this encounter, and this little conversation.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Rin walks out of her cousin's apartment after a frustrating encounter with her ex-boyfriend, and decides to kill two birds with one stone by getting some clothes for herself.
the log:
Rin stormed out of the apartment building feeling frustrated and aggravated. She couldn't believe that she let herself do such a thing. She slipped up, and during that time, she knew that she was too. She wanted to cry, scream, do anything to vent. She was so goddamn frustrated. No, scratch that. She was angry... So very angry... At herself. If this kept on going, her plan would be ruined. She needed to focus.
It was dark out. The feather-light drops of snow felt like they added onto the burden she had to carry with her, and the snow-covered floor beneath her felt like needles at every step. Even though it was not windy, the slightest breeze felt like whips against her exposed skin. It was summer at Japan, when she was taken. She wore nothing but a hospital gown when she arrived here. Every aspect about the place felt like hell. The very person that she tried to avoid was here as well. It was absolute torture to keep herself from him.
Could this be punishment for what I've done? Was what you did, no, what I did myself, not enough?