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Characters: Haku, OPEN
Location: Music room
Time: Any time after three pm, a week after the music event
Content: Neru is gone, and after everything else that's happened Haku isn't dealing with it well at all
Format: Starting in prose, go with whatever!
Warnings: Potential for emo. Looots and lots of emo. Oh and beer in the school. Bad Haku.
The music room was silent. Almost painfully so. But for once Haku didn't have a song in her that wasn't the epitome of depressing, and really, that wouldn't have helped her out at all.
Not that the alcohol was helping anymore. It hadn't been helping for almost a week. But she kept going back to it. What else could she do? What happened with Neru leaving, the argument that they'd had after the music event... it was almost inevitable. It was going to come sooner or later, but it still hurt like hell. They wound up trading some pretty nasty words before Neru packed her things and walked out the door.
Haku knew she'd probably get her ass booted out faster than she could say her name if anyone caught her on school grounds with the beer that was currently in her hand, but right then she didn't care. She just wound up bringing it in with her when she went to the garage, but she wasn't able to focus on work any more than she had been the past week.
So, it was stand in the music room drinking that one bottle, or start crying again. And she'd been crying enough lately. She wasn't drunk, not by a long shot, but she probably would be by the end of the night, whenever she got out of there and started hitting the bars again.
"Baka Neru..." she whispered to the window she was staring out of, closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath. Her arm was still in its cast - she still hadn't seen Sakura since the younger girl's return, and as such remained injured (even more so since she'd strained it at the concert) and she just looked an awkward, upset mess like that.
She didn't want to go back to that empty house alone, but where else could she go?
Location: Music room
Time: Any time after three pm, a week after the music event
Content: Neru is gone, and after everything else that's happened Haku isn't dealing with it well at all
Format: Starting in prose, go with whatever!
Warnings: Potential for emo. Looots and lots of emo. Oh and beer in the school. Bad Haku.
The music room was silent. Almost painfully so. But for once Haku didn't have a song in her that wasn't the epitome of depressing, and really, that wouldn't have helped her out at all.
Not that the alcohol was helping anymore. It hadn't been helping for almost a week. But she kept going back to it. What else could she do? What happened with Neru leaving, the argument that they'd had after the music event... it was almost inevitable. It was going to come sooner or later, but it still hurt like hell. They wound up trading some pretty nasty words before Neru packed her things and walked out the door.
Haku knew she'd probably get her ass booted out faster than she could say her name if anyone caught her on school grounds with the beer that was currently in her hand, but right then she didn't care. She just wound up bringing it in with her when she went to the garage, but she wasn't able to focus on work any more than she had been the past week.
So, it was stand in the music room drinking that one bottle, or start crying again. And she'd been crying enough lately. She wasn't drunk, not by a long shot, but she probably would be by the end of the night, whenever she got out of there and started hitting the bars again.
"Baka Neru..." she whispered to the window she was staring out of, closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath. Her arm was still in its cast - she still hadn't seen Sakura since the younger girl's return, and as such remained injured (even more so since she'd strained it at the concert) and she just looked an awkward, upset mess like that.
She didn't want to go back to that empty house alone, but where else could she go?