[ the voice might be recognizable, might not, but, hay, accursed hotel, have a male!c.c. walking around, speaking on his (her?) gadget ]

Well, this certainly is interesting. I finally understand what it's like to be a male - the mature and cultured kind, of course.

Even that is real.

[ have a small, deep laugh ]

[ and the immortal witch can be found idly lounging on a plush red bean bag in the glass room, cheese-kun tight in one arm and on her body, the other arm holding a cup of coffee. after a certain... early morning experience, she might as well get some more energy for whatever that comes later on in the day. she felt fine, no insistent need to spill ( Read more... )

[ in the elevator, moving up yet... a long silence has filled the space between the two regarding their run-in with Mao. he couldn't even look C.C. dead on anymore. not yet, at least ]

... ... [ "I can't share my story, but... I could keep your's." a defeated statement now for one who knew too much ]

[ currently in disaster's waiting for a certain blond she hasn't-really-personally-met-but-is-going-to, actually just... staring down at her large plate of pizza with a seemingly bored look, fingers tapping on her gadget absently. too bad one of those buttons records her voice to everyone when she speaks ]From a slave to a witch to a human... What ( Read more... )

[ never mind being stuck in a tiny house - she got out of it - there doesn't seem to be a pizza to be had. disaster's seems to have disappeared, as well as c.c.'s dwindling, equally as tiny to the house she was stuck in, amount of respect she had for the place ]

Pizza. The one thing that I liked about this place. Gone.

[ look who's vandalizing the hotel's walls by scratching a knife this way and that in a continuous line because she's oh-so creative, playful smirk and a hum from her lips ]

Killing isn't fair, but, someone's going to do it~

[ after a while, she gets bored, stops, and throws the knife carelessly wherever. blinks, then notices the disfigurement of ( Read more... )

[ okay, she lied, she wasn't going to disaster's for a bite of pizza as she told mao - mao, mao of all people, mao - and was just simply hitting the sand up in the biodome, lying on her cheese-kun, and just staring at the ceiling, letting the fake waves surround her with their sound. before coming to the biodome, though, took a quick detour to her ( Read more... )

[ is dining at one of the local open-air restaurants, eating large amounts of tropical pizza and nursing an orange martini. totally skipped out on the hiking session that her part of the island is subject to, and just relaxing once more by her lonesome

[ feel free to bother her ]

[ simply spending her afternoon chillaxing on a bench with a glass of blue hawaii on the small desk beside her at the beach, seemingly resting. has her headphones around her neck, blaring music to complete the mood ]

[ standing at the beaches of haleiwa, taking in the warm sun, tropic breeze, and gritty sand. closes her eyes and breathes in that actual fresh air, stretching, even in that weird coconut-bra and grass skirt she woke up in ]

A vacation, hm?