Nov 12, 2010 21:48
[an odd thing is happening in one of the common rooms. shards of crystal are raining down from the ceiling like hail, like shooting stars racing toward the ground and collecting on the floorboards to form the figure of a crystallized individual. no damage is done to the dressing room during the shower aside from the delivery of the dark haired girl encompassed by the icy glass.
with her eyes closed and body still as the dead within its casing, she appears to be sleeping innocently. but not even a minute after the girl has formed on the floor, there is the subtle sound of breaking in the crystal as a crack begins to form where the girl's fist rests at her side.]
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