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Hymns of hate in memorandum. [Active] [Open]

Feb 07, 2009 02:07

Characters: Chidori, And anyone who wants to stumble upon her.
Setting: Entrance room.
Time: Night 006
Summary: It's Chidori's arrival.
Warnings: None as of yet- Other than intro post is so very fail.

( - ...and you might say it's self-indulgent, you might say its self-destructive, but, you see, it's more productive, than if I were to be healthy - )

*acedia, !incomplete, chidori yoshino (persona 3), sekai saionji (school days), !night 006

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mors_hora February 10 2009, 16:20:38 UTC

Those soft amber eyes gently took in her surroundings-her eyes had yet to adjust to the absence of lighting within this room-and slowly she waited- allowing the objects around her to slowly come into focus outside the blackened shadows. Yes, this was foreign territory. The axe hung swinging back and forth as delicate fingers hugged the chain. Taking a slow step in the direction of the set of doors before herself-she could only ponder if by chance this was the Dark Hour-or perhaps just ordinary night. The last she recalled was the dark hour and the voice of a comrade calling out to her that they were done with the assassination of some nobody student who got a better grade then some other nobody who wanted revenge for such a petty crime.

Slowly she wafted forward-only to freeze in the act as suddenly a girl burst upon the scene through those doors-skittishly staring around and-if Chidori knew any better she looked as if she were shaking. Surprise didn’t mar the sanguine haired girl’s countenance, not in the slightest-but a curious expression slowly leaked over her face as her head tipped ever so slightly to the side, the strange sword like head band tipping in the gesture as the girl finally noticed herself.

Hm…did this stranger have the same fate as she did, she was afraid obviously-worried- normal reactions to feel in such a situation where one didn’t know if danger was reaching for you or not. That is… if you feared death.

“….Do you live here?” She questioned as she did not stir from where she stood, her mind wanting to compile facts more than saying a little greeting back. “Are you a inhabitant?” she added after a pause in case she wasn’t heard the first time, that axe still swinging gently aimlessly near the air beside her white stocking covered knees.

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