Post by Saya Shinrai on Dec 8, 2014 6:46:34 GMT -5
(Saya only unless invited. Requests to join are welcome. This is a NON COMBAT thread only.)
She could tell by the sounds coming from outside her door that it was morning. Students were in the halls chatting, wandering about. Exploring on a Saturday dawn. She sat up on the edge of her bed, having stared at the ceiling for ten or fifteen minutes. Her hair was a bit of a mess, her deep, forest green pajamas were ruffled, and she had a wet spot on her pillow. Drool. She ran a hand through her hair, blinking away the sleep dust as she heard the Pillars pile out the door. Saya was always the last to leave. Not just on Saturdays, but every day. She took her time, and started her classes later on purpose, so she could have more time to roam the halls.
And with a Saturday, there was no reason to roam them.
Still, people were brutes. And if the First Pillar didn't show her face, it would only embolden those who thought them weak. So, she would stand and stretch, giving her ass a scratch as she made for the small three foot by three foot shower in the corner of her room. Just outside it, she stripped down and stepped in, turning on the hot water and sighing a bit at the initial cold blast. She never shied away from that. The sudden blast of cold was a wonderful wake-up call. It helped her feel more alive. She showered and dried off quickly, putting on loose fitting blue jeans a hoodie. She brushed out her hair to it's usual straightness and headed for her door. Planting a kiss on her hand before pressing it to the picture of her family above the lightswitch, she slid her hand down, cutting off the power and locked her door before closing it.
She headed off down the hall, the people at the end turning around and heading in the other direction. She ignored them. Still, the sounds of a scuffle from around that corner could be heard, and so she would continue around it, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. There were two men fighting with a few people gathered around. All were laughing, including those fighting. One man was on the ground with a bloody mouth, chuckling aloud as he stuck up his hand for help up from his opponent.
"Hey, sorry man. Stray punch. Was aiming for your cheek."
"Don't worry about it dude. It's not your fault."
Saya stared as she remembered-
"Don't cry, sis. It's not your fault."
Saya stood over her sisters bed. The girl laying there was barely nine, wrapped in bloody gauze and plugged with IV tubes. Saya had tears in her eyes and soaking her cheek, watching her baby sister bleed to death right in front of her. She held her hand....it was cold. As cold as the ice outside the facility they were in. Saya put her sisters hand to her forhead, crying against it as Shiyo took in a rattling breath. Saya didn't really know what to say or what to do. It was beyond her powers, at thirteen, to fix this.
"I'm sorry, Shiyo...I'm so sorry...."
There was no answer. She looked up at her sisters cold, unfeeling eyes. Empty. No soul or life behind them. Her small chest didn't rise and her hand was limp. Saya lunged forward, taking her head in both her hands and screamed her name-
"SHIYO-!"
She blinked again, eyes traveling to the ground as the man returned to his feet, his friend patting him on the back. They were breaking no school rules here. Friendly competition, stopped at the right time. She kept walking.
Toward the courtyard.
She could tell by the sounds coming from outside her door that it was morning. Students were in the halls chatting, wandering about. Exploring on a Saturday dawn. She sat up on the edge of her bed, having stared at the ceiling for ten or fifteen minutes. Her hair was a bit of a mess, her deep, forest green pajamas were ruffled, and she had a wet spot on her pillow. Drool. She ran a hand through her hair, blinking away the sleep dust as she heard the Pillars pile out the door. Saya was always the last to leave. Not just on Saturdays, but every day. She took her time, and started her classes later on purpose, so she could have more time to roam the halls.
And with a Saturday, there was no reason to roam them.
Still, people were brutes. And if the First Pillar didn't show her face, it would only embolden those who thought them weak. So, she would stand and stretch, giving her ass a scratch as she made for the small three foot by three foot shower in the corner of her room. Just outside it, she stripped down and stepped in, turning on the hot water and sighing a bit at the initial cold blast. She never shied away from that. The sudden blast of cold was a wonderful wake-up call. It helped her feel more alive. She showered and dried off quickly, putting on loose fitting blue jeans a hoodie. She brushed out her hair to it's usual straightness and headed for her door. Planting a kiss on her hand before pressing it to the picture of her family above the lightswitch, she slid her hand down, cutting off the power and locked her door before closing it.
She headed off down the hall, the people at the end turning around and heading in the other direction. She ignored them. Still, the sounds of a scuffle from around that corner could be heard, and so she would continue around it, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. There were two men fighting with a few people gathered around. All were laughing, including those fighting. One man was on the ground with a bloody mouth, chuckling aloud as he stuck up his hand for help up from his opponent.
"Hey, sorry man. Stray punch. Was aiming for your cheek."
"Don't worry about it dude. It's not your fault."
Saya stared as she remembered-
"Don't cry, sis. It's not your fault."
Saya stood over her sisters bed. The girl laying there was barely nine, wrapped in bloody gauze and plugged with IV tubes. Saya had tears in her eyes and soaking her cheek, watching her baby sister bleed to death right in front of her. She held her hand....it was cold. As cold as the ice outside the facility they were in. Saya put her sisters hand to her forhead, crying against it as Shiyo took in a rattling breath. Saya didn't really know what to say or what to do. It was beyond her powers, at thirteen, to fix this.
"I'm sorry, Shiyo...I'm so sorry...."
There was no answer. She looked up at her sisters cold, unfeeling eyes. Empty. No soul or life behind them. Her small chest didn't rise and her hand was limp. Saya lunged forward, taking her head in both her hands and screamed her name-
"SHIYO-!"
She blinked again, eyes traveling to the ground as the man returned to his feet, his friend patting him on the back. They were breaking no school rules here. Friendly competition, stopped at the right time. She kept walking.
Toward the courtyard.
