[log] Hope
Who: Kinomoto Touya (monstersbigbro ), Kinomoto Sakura (catchescards )
Where/When: Hisato - Week 20 Day 5
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Warnings: Cuteness overload?
[There is a corner within the Ryokan compound that provides ample privacy to observe rather than to be observed, even under the cloak of a rainfall that is far to warm to be a nuisance. It is like a clandestine cloak, shrouding the hunched figure that it hides under the shadows of the cedar tree from sharper eyes and even sharper words of oppressors who cares not if they turn away an elderly, an adult or a child.
This child -- what does she know of the world other than the small bubble reality of her school and afternoons spent with gymnastics, of passing notes in class and visiting the comforts of Twin Bell's warm reception, picking at the shelves and laughing amongst friends. To titter amongst them, and colleagues, to go on school trips and rush through mathematics even if the numbers are more than vicious enough to make her feet tap irritably on the ground in an adamant rhythm. What does this little girl know of the world when her own world consists of simply living in the moment, enjoying the time with friends and making the most of it? And even if her life exists within an almost perfect snow globe where the clock tower is the grandest symbolic pillar within Tomoeda, it still had its bouts of danger.
Clow Cards.
Magic encased within glossy paper and ink, lighter than a vehicle, practically a pointless thing that an adult can overlook and dismiss. One that resembles the things little girls like her would see in color books and within the glass panes of stores like Twin Bells. But so much power they hold, to change the currents of the wind, to make it rain or make trees grow from the ground, to paint the sky a rosy hue of blossoms -- such unnatural things and yet, within Sakura's small mind - like her bubble reality - these aren't odd.
These are things she has come to accept.
Because even if they are unnatural, these are things she thinks she can use to protect those close to her. To protect her friends and her home when the chaotic freedom of these cards had been her fault anyway.
Her responsibility.
But here, within these planes, those things don't apply. It isn't a snow globe of perfection she has come to live in - or rather, drift by in, a leaf in the wind, and one that has hit a hard surface where it sticks and writhes under all the pressure of the wind current, unable to move and unable to do anything because there's no open air for it to fly through. Just hard rocks or hard tree bark -- a prison in a way.
Prison -- such a word doesn't exist in this small mind and yet the image forms without much thought, a subconscious reaction where the mind is forced to grow, forced to adapt; this mind that looks across the wet grass of the Ryokan and the twilight color of the small town of Hisato, past the gates where she can see people walk down the wet streets. The very same people who had lifted their nose at her when she had asked for her brother. The very same people who didn't like those like her, called them other-worlders. People who sold people and made others talk about standing up to them, to fight (but you shouldn't fight! It's not right!). The same people she had tried to help because she only wants to help, like that elderly weeks ago, when she had struggled to carry a heavy basket and Sakura had asked, genuinely offered a hand. Because that's what people at home would do; they would help.
They don't shun. They don't hurt. They don't do things that might bring harm or worse yet, kill.
Kill -- a foreign concept to young mind. But it's everywhere, these dark things that makes The Shadow card look as bright as the sun. Sakura doesn't understand why. So much why in her mind and all she does now is think. Think and think and repeatedly think and get no answers when she doesn't even know how to phrase the questions.
Everything will be all right -- it'll all be all right!
A mantra, continuous, when the thought of death skitters across the surfaces of her mind. Because she's starting to slowly realize that there are far more dangerous things than rampant Clow Cards. If Watery can drown, then people can swim. People are the ones who will reach out for those drowning, like that time in the aquarium when Onii-chan had jumped in and helped the penguin. People can cut down the rapid growth of The Wood and still make use of it for houses.
It's not the Clow Cards that are scary.
It's the people.
But Onii-chan is here. So it's okay. It's better. I have to find more cards and help protect Onii-chan because -- because I must!
Sakura's shoulders slump a bit, eyes closing as the pelting drops of rain that escapes between the woven shelter of the ceder tree landing on her shoulder, stains the cotton fabric of her yukata, her second and only other alternative to clothing besides her uniform. She thinks she should go and help prepare dinner, or fetch it rather; the sun is starting to set and she's learned to look at the sky now and do things with her hands, when this place has no things like clock towers or washing machines with automatic buttons and gas ranges and running water.
You've been out in the rain for too long; go see what Onii-chan is doing.
An inhale and Sakura closes her eyes and listens to the rain and she thinks for a moment she hears a voice, someone singing, very distant and it makes her think -- it's so warm...
And maybe, for a few more minutes, she'll just stay there and listen for a while, her mind not registering the fact that there is no person singing around, that it is a strong sense of calm that washes over her. It's almost like magic...]
Where/When: Hisato - Week 20 Day 5
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Warnings: Cuteness overload?
[There is a corner within the Ryokan compound that provides ample privacy to observe rather than to be observed, even under the cloak of a rainfall that is far to warm to be a nuisance. It is like a clandestine cloak, shrouding the hunched figure that it hides under the shadows of the cedar tree from sharper eyes and even sharper words of oppressors who cares not if they turn away an elderly, an adult or a child.
This child -- what does she know of the world other than the small bubble reality of her school and afternoons spent with gymnastics, of passing notes in class and visiting the comforts of Twin Bell's warm reception, picking at the shelves and laughing amongst friends. To titter amongst them, and colleagues, to go on school trips and rush through mathematics even if the numbers are more than vicious enough to make her feet tap irritably on the ground in an adamant rhythm. What does this little girl know of the world when her own world consists of simply living in the moment, enjoying the time with friends and making the most of it? And even if her life exists within an almost perfect snow globe where the clock tower is the grandest symbolic pillar within Tomoeda, it still had its bouts of danger.
Clow Cards.
Magic encased within glossy paper and ink, lighter than a vehicle, practically a pointless thing that an adult can overlook and dismiss. One that resembles the things little girls like her would see in color books and within the glass panes of stores like Twin Bells. But so much power they hold, to change the currents of the wind, to make it rain or make trees grow from the ground, to paint the sky a rosy hue of blossoms -- such unnatural things and yet, within Sakura's small mind - like her bubble reality - these aren't odd.
These are things she has come to accept.
Because even if they are unnatural, these are things she thinks she can use to protect those close to her. To protect her friends and her home when the chaotic freedom of these cards had been her fault anyway.
Her responsibility.
But here, within these planes, those things don't apply. It isn't a snow globe of perfection she has come to live in - or rather, drift by in, a leaf in the wind, and one that has hit a hard surface where it sticks and writhes under all the pressure of the wind current, unable to move and unable to do anything because there's no open air for it to fly through. Just hard rocks or hard tree bark -- a prison in a way.
Prison -- such a word doesn't exist in this small mind and yet the image forms without much thought, a subconscious reaction where the mind is forced to grow, forced to adapt; this mind that looks across the wet grass of the Ryokan and the twilight color of the small town of Hisato, past the gates where she can see people walk down the wet streets. The very same people who had lifted their nose at her when she had asked for her brother. The very same people who didn't like those like her, called them other-worlders. People who sold people and made others talk about standing up to them, to fight (but you shouldn't fight! It's not right!). The same people she had tried to help because she only wants to help, like that elderly weeks ago, when she had struggled to carry a heavy basket and Sakura had asked, genuinely offered a hand. Because that's what people at home would do; they would help.
They don't shun. They don't hurt. They don't do things that might bring harm or worse yet, kill.
Kill -- a foreign concept to young mind. But it's everywhere, these dark things that makes The Shadow card look as bright as the sun. Sakura doesn't understand why. So much why in her mind and all she does now is think. Think and think and repeatedly think and get no answers when she doesn't even know how to phrase the questions.
Everything will be all right -- it'll all be all right!
A mantra, continuous, when the thought of death skitters across the surfaces of her mind. Because she's starting to slowly realize that there are far more dangerous things than rampant Clow Cards. If Watery can drown, then people can swim. People are the ones who will reach out for those drowning, like that time in the aquarium when Onii-chan had jumped in and helped the penguin. People can cut down the rapid growth of The Wood and still make use of it for houses.
It's not the Clow Cards that are scary.
It's the people.
But Onii-chan is here. So it's okay. It's better. I have to find more cards and help protect Onii-chan because -- because I must!
Sakura's shoulders slump a bit, eyes closing as the pelting drops of rain that escapes between the woven shelter of the ceder tree landing on her shoulder, stains the cotton fabric of her yukata, her second and only other alternative to clothing besides her uniform. She thinks she should go and help prepare dinner, or fetch it rather; the sun is starting to set and she's learned to look at the sky now and do things with her hands, when this place has no things like clock towers or washing machines with automatic buttons and gas ranges and running water.
You've been out in the rain for too long; go see what Onii-chan is doing.
An inhale and Sakura closes her eyes and listens to the rain and she thinks for a moment she hears a voice, someone singing, very distant and it makes her think -- it's so warm...
And maybe, for a few more minutes, she'll just stay there and listen for a while, her mind not registering the fact that there is no person singing around, that it is a strong sense of calm that washes over her. It's almost like magic...]