Ange [14]
Who: Ange Ushiromiya and YOU.
Where: Espoir.
Style: I'll match you!
Status: Open!
Warnings: Potential for crazy, violence, etc.
Ange rarely thought about the date. She had never really been one to care about such things, especially now that she was dead... and more importantly, in Somarium. So, today was no different. The redhead was wandering through Espoir, taking in the changing of the seasons, thinking that a walk through the cool air might be beneficial in ridding herself of the sniffle that had been plaguing her for days.
It was during this walk that she was reminded of the day. Ange glanced by a pumpkin on her way, and stopped suddenly. Not entirely sure what was so special about the little orange thing, the girl stared at it for a while, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Why...
October 4th. That was when--
A sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she doubled over, a hand moving to her mouth. Before she could stop them, images of her family flashed across her mind: images of them torn apart, shot to death, blown to pieces, staring ahead with wide, dead eyes--
She screamed, putting her hands over her ears. October 4th and 5th... the Rokkenjima Mass Murder Incident. Even now she could hear the cries and shrieks of those people, trapped on an island in the middle of a typhoon. And, she could hear the laughter of witches! The cackling of those damn beings who had toyed with her family for so long.
Ange opened her eyes slowly, trying to calm herself. But, all she could see was red.
Where: Espoir.
Style: I'll match you!
Status: Open!
Warnings: Potential for crazy, violence, etc.
Ange rarely thought about the date. She had never really been one to care about such things, especially now that she was dead... and more importantly, in Somarium. So, today was no different. The redhead was wandering through Espoir, taking in the changing of the seasons, thinking that a walk through the cool air might be beneficial in ridding herself of the sniffle that had been plaguing her for days.
It was during this walk that she was reminded of the day. Ange glanced by a pumpkin on her way, and stopped suddenly. Not entirely sure what was so special about the little orange thing, the girl stared at it for a while, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Why...
October 4th. That was when--
A sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she doubled over, a hand moving to her mouth. Before she could stop them, images of her family flashed across her mind: images of them torn apart, shot to death, blown to pieces, staring ahead with wide, dead eyes--
She screamed, putting her hands over her ears. October 4th and 5th... the Rokkenjima Mass Murder Incident. Even now she could hear the cries and shrieks of those people, trapped on an island in the middle of a typhoon. And, she could hear the laughter of witches! The cackling of those damn beings who had toyed with her family for so long.
Ange opened her eyes slowly, trying to calm herself. But, all she could see was red.