Twenty Five red letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora hasn't heard from Sakura since she last saw her as that little black cat earlier this month. Worried about her friend, she heads to her room to check on her. Wait... That's not... She looks around to make sure she's got the right room. No... this is the right room, there's just something missing from it. She stares at the door for a moment

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[teds_up]

[...

.....ffffffuck.

This place isn't going to cut Ted a damn break, is it?

Sakura... he'd known the girl since he'd got here. She was the guiding 'voice' when he'd been so miserably confused. At first he hadn't listened, but after he'd come to accept his fate of being at Paradisa... it'd been a lot of help. She'd been a lot of help.

And now she was gone.

A quiet murmur:]

... I didn't even get to say goodbye.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She scoffs] This place is a dick like that.

[madetothwart]

Ah...

Thank you for informing me.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She opens her mouth to shoot him some snotty remark... but realizes who it is. She settles for just sighing and muttering]

You're welcome.

[madetothwart]

She will be dearly missed.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah... she will. She was one of the coolest people here.

[hard_talker]

Shit.

[he doesn't even elaborate more than that. it doesn't take a lot to figure out where she'll be, and soon enough he's in the hallway behind her, waiting for her to finish with the bit she's painting.

after a second, he picks up a brush of his own and starts painting in a few brown lines near the top of the door - branches for eventual sprigs of cherry blossoms]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She doesn't say anything at first, just takes comfort in the fact that he's there. She keeps her eyes towards her work, though, not wanting him to see how close to tears she is. She lightly runs her brush over the bottom of the wing, adding just a touch of yellow.]

This place gets off on hurting people.

[hard_talker]

[like he'd want her to hide how she felt, at ALL. he stops, putting his brush down in the water so the brown paint won't dry on it, and puts a hand on her shoulder]

... Yeah.

[his first instinct is to say more, to ramble, to let whatever "comforting" thing that comes to mind spill out of his mouth ... but they all sound trite in his mind, and insufficient, and stale. so he just ... stands there with her]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[As soon as his hand touches her shoulder her arm drops. That one touch seems to bring everything she's been trying so hard to keep under control flying to the surface. She sets down her pallet and turns, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his shoulder. He doesn't have to say anything. The fact that he's there speaks volumes and is all she really needs]

[sunnyheiress]

[Oh boy. So much guilt and depression here. She figured others knew, but...couldn't bring herself to actually say anything to the general populace at large.]

...I'm sorry. Were you...friends with her?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah. We talked a lot. Well.... relatively speaking.

so sorry about the lateness

[sunnyheiress]

Ah, yeah.. [She kind of breathes out a sad laugh. Even she barely remembers Sakura's voice after so long.]

At least-- ['She seems to come back often'--no, that isn't really the best thing to say.] Um, she would be better at this than I am.

No worries, hun. I'm not the fastest right now, anyway DX

[eat_me_beat_me]

It's all right. I rather honesty than fake Hallmark sympathy shit, anyway.

[a pause. Wait. She recognizes that voice.] Hinata, right? You were talking about staring a book club a while back.

[jamesholmes]

[James had known for a few days, Ino had informed him with her little visit, and honestly he's been brooding over it. So when he hears Nora he sighs and speaks softly.]

I am sorry you discovered it as you did...[Because he really is.] Would you like to talk or be alone?

[eat_me_beat_me]

I don't know what the fuck I want. I just.... I'm fucking sick of my friends being sent home.

[jamesholmes]

I can understand that feeling very well.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She sighs] It's like... back home if a friend moved away we could at least talk on the phone or write letters or something. Here it's like they vanish into thin air and in a few weeks no one even mentions them anymore. It's like they never existed...

It's not right.