The Young and the Restless [Active, Closed]
Characters: Machi Tobaye, Trucy Wright
Setting: East Hallway
Time: Night 006
Summary: When magician girl meets monster boy, things happen. Sad things.
Warnings: Monster!Machi and more angst than a room full of teenagers.
She hated night here, she really did. Everything was so much darker, monsters seemed to pop from every shadow, and it was almost impossible to rest for longer than a few minutes. Tired and somewhat dirty from impromptu hiding places in odd corners and spaces the girl hoped to never crawl into again, Trucy moved down the length of the hall, one small hand brushing the wall as though to help her find her way, against the fact that she could see well enough to know the hall continued on for some length and that nothing was on the floor- or near eye-level- that she had to avoid.
This was reason enough to let her find a slight sliver of ease, pressing her back to the wall and sinking quietly to the chilly floor, knees bunched together and face hidden in their more comforting darkness. It was fuzzy around the edges and in it she could smell the dirt and stale that had clung to her in the last few days. Her papa would have been... mildly unamused, perhaps, if he could see her like this. But that wasn't something she had to worry about. What she had to worry about was what might be created by the very shadows she was pretending protected her, and what would happen while the weeks-long night continued to roll out like bloodstained carpet.
If only she could sleep it all away...
Setting: East Hallway
Time: Night 006
Summary: When magician girl meets monster boy, things happen. Sad things.
Warnings: Monster!Machi and more angst than a room full of teenagers.
She hated night here, she really did. Everything was so much darker, monsters seemed to pop from every shadow, and it was almost impossible to rest for longer than a few minutes. Tired and somewhat dirty from impromptu hiding places in odd corners and spaces the girl hoped to never crawl into again, Trucy moved down the length of the hall, one small hand brushing the wall as though to help her find her way, against the fact that she could see well enough to know the hall continued on for some length and that nothing was on the floor- or near eye-level- that she had to avoid.
This was reason enough to let her find a slight sliver of ease, pressing her back to the wall and sinking quietly to the chilly floor, knees bunched together and face hidden in their more comforting darkness. It was fuzzy around the edges and in it she could smell the dirt and stale that had clung to her in the last few days. Her papa would have been... mildly unamused, perhaps, if he could see her like this. But that wasn't something she had to worry about. What she had to worry about was what might be created by the very shadows she was pretending protected her, and what would happen while the weeks-long night continued to roll out like bloodstained carpet.
If only she could sleep it all away...