Jun 01, 2006 00:33
The itching on her back has not only driven Sakurazaki crazy, but it's also driven her out of bed in the middle of the night (okay, maybe not so rare). After the night continued, she knew exactly what it was. Something had to be done about it, too. After carefully slicing open the back of another (sigh) blouse, she set out to find a place secluded enough, with enough room, when she felt the night was sufficiently dark.
Taking in a deep breath, she braced herself for the pain, reminding herself that pain is temporary, but that awful, awful itching would be consistent throughout forever if she didn't do anything about it. Slowly, with much squirming and a whimper or two, her wings began to unfold, sprouting painfully from her back. Once out, they extended strongly, magesticly, eagerly; the action nearly knocked her to her knees, but she catches herself, staggering slightly. She carefully worked and stretched them, easing away the initial pain, rolling her neck as well. Already, she was covered in sweat from the exertion.
But the best way to cool that sweat was something she hadn't done in far too long. Bending her knees deep and begining to flap the wide, white wings, she sets herself for a launch, and sets for the sky.
[[wheee! Open for strange flying person sightings; and interaction if you can figure out a way to interact with someone a-way up there]]