19th Memory [Everything//hideous]
[Sayo's become increasingly worried as time's went on... about him. Mithos. Even if he'd done what he'd done to her, there was no mistaking that she worried for him--probably much more than most would think he deserved. But he was her son once, and she can't let that go, no matter how false it was... and their last meeting had been the worst of them. She wanted to talk. To say anything, even if it was just him scorning her and hating her and wanting her away.
... So. She tries to call his journal, for him.
And there's no answer.]
[So... well. After work, really, what can she do? Sit alone in her apartment and wait for something to happen? It only takes so many nights of sitting in a room, unable to sleep, before thoughts wander to so many cruel things. Self-worth, helplessness, the feeling of wanting to lay down and sleep for days... And then, the apartment feels smaller--too small to stay in, right now. She has to get out and walk around, do something.
Well. She sees a lot of people go to the bar... She hadn't been there a lot, actually. But when she does go in and it down, people seem... calm enough... And so she orders a drink. What, is she supposed to know what bars serve?
A few drinks later, and the bar is a little more active. :|]
[Video//Voice//Video//Filtered 10 percent//Filtered 0.1 percent//Nevermind//it's voice I think maybe who knows]
[Yeah, she's not paying any real attention to the broadcast. Even if she'd opened up her journal for one on purpose. The video goes in and out, as she elbows the buttons with no clear sign of noticing or, uh, motor skills.]
Excuse meeeee~~~!!! I'd like another please! The sweet drink--hiccup--the swee--
Ooh, thank you, Mister-san!! What's this? A strawl? A stroll? A strawww?
It's really hot in here, I think. Maybe you should turn on the air... blowing... That thing! Up there! It's so hot...!
[How does this kimono work. :|a
Bah, we'll get around to it in a minute]
Everyone! Who wants another drink! There's plenty more!!
[HICCUP!!!]
....
... Oh my goodness, I have... I'm making--HICCUP--really weird noises!
...Am I dying?[If you're at the bar, you should probably be prepared for her offering you another round. And, uh. If you're familiar CR to her, she'll probably jump you for hugs; it's a very happy time right now, you know. Lots of huuuuugssss. Otherwise, just suffer from your journal's drunk blabberings. :|]
... So. She tries to call his journal, for him.
And there's no answer.]
[So... well. After work, really, what can she do? Sit alone in her apartment and wait for something to happen? It only takes so many nights of sitting in a room, unable to sleep, before thoughts wander to so many cruel things. Self-worth, helplessness, the feeling of wanting to lay down and sleep for days... And then, the apartment feels smaller--too small to stay in, right now. She has to get out and walk around, do something.
Well. She sees a lot of people go to the bar... She hadn't been there a lot, actually. But when she does go in and it down, people seem... calm enough... And so she orders a drink. What, is she supposed to know what bars serve?
A few drinks later, and the bar is a little more active. :|]
[Video//Voice//Video//Filtered 10 percent//Filtered 0.1 percent//Nevermind//it's voice I think maybe who knows]
[Yeah, she's not paying any real attention to the broadcast. Even if she'd opened up her journal for one on purpose. The video goes in and out, as she elbows the buttons with no clear sign of noticing or, uh, motor skills.]
Excuse meeeee~~~!!! I'd like another please! The sweet drink--hiccup--the swee--
Ooh, thank you, Mister-san!! What's this? A strawl? A stroll? A strawww?
It's really hot in here, I think. Maybe you should turn on the air... blowing... That thing! Up there! It's so hot...!
[How does this kimono work. :|a
Bah, we'll get around to it in a minute]
Everyone! Who wants another drink! There's plenty more!!
[HICCUP!!!]
....
... Oh my goodness, I have... I'm making--HICCUP--really weird noises!
...Am I dying?[If you're at the bar, you should probably be prepared for her offering you another round. And, uh. If you're familiar CR to her, she'll probably jump you for hugs; it's a very happy time right now, you know. Lots of huuuuugssss. Otherwise, just suffer from your journal's drunk blabberings. :|]