As soon as Mori felt Seiko's grip on him release, he made a quick grab for his sword with his good hand, and made a run for it. He ran as fast as he could, for as long as he could, turning in corridors going down stairs, entering rooms--anything to get as far away from that crazy girl as...
Mori began to struggle in the midst of his panic, when he realized Seiko was going to bring the sword down on him again. He needed to get out of here, and he needed to think of a way how, fast. The girl was obviously much stronger and more skilled in sword fighting than him. Struggling was not...
Mori screamed out in pain as the sword was driven through his shoulder. Tears began falling from his eyes, and he dropped his sword on the ground to try and stop the bleeding with his hand. He wanted to get out of here, now. He didn't like this game; it hurt too much. "Please let me go!!" He...
Mori gasped in surprise when Seiko pulled him back. At first, he tried to pull away, but the girl's grip on him was too tight. The only thing he could think to do now was swing his new sword and hope for the best. He didn't really want to kill her, but he had a feeling that if he didn't, she...
Mori had been too distracted by the giant metal thing that just walked by to register what Seiko was trying to do. He had turned away for only a second, but the next thing he knew, he felt a sharp pain on his hand. He backed away in surprise, and like any other sane eight year old would do, he...
Mori looked between Seiko and her katanas, then down at his new sword. "Is it like sword fighting?" He asked, not quite understanding why Seiko was looking at him like that. This was definitely a new expression. He suddenly wished that Niro was still with him, right now.
"Oh! I found it in that room down the hall!" Mori pointed. "I tried asking Niro what it was, but he fell asleep on the floor." He said nonchalantly. "But that's a good thing, though! That means I can play the game with all of you, now!!"
Mori turned in surprise when he heard Seiko's voice. He wasn't scared though, as he smiled up at her. "Hi, Seiko! Hey, do you know what this thingy is?" He asked her, swinging the blade in the air. His brother couldn't answer him, so maybe it would be better to ask someone who had lived there...
"... Niro?" Mori asked, and sat down beside his brother's lifeless body. "Hey! Hey, Niro?" He tried again, poking his shoulder. Was he...? Nah, that couldn't be! He probably just got tired and fell asleep! With that innocent thought, Mori saw this as a good thing. Now, with Niro out cold, he...
((Hey guys, sorry I didn't get online yesterday; I was kind of busy being too lazy to write anything...))
Mori was now officially confused. From what he could gather, the game was about hurting people; so why'd his brother run away? Didn't he want to play with all the other kids?? And now...
"A game? What kind of game??" Mori asked, intrigued. He'll admit, talking to scissors seemed a bit strange; but then again, maybe he shouldn't be talking. Maybe that was a normal thing, right? He couldn't remember, so he just brushed the thought off his shoulder. It probably wasn't very...
Honestly, what's Niro's problem? All the girl had done was say hello, right? Mori smiled at the new face and waved with his free hand. "Hi!!" He shouted a bit louder than necessary. "My name's Mori, and this is my brother Niro! What's your name?"
The boy smiled brightly at the new face. "I'm good!" He stated proudly. "My name's Mori! What's yours?" He asked, getting right down to business. The girl in front of him seemed nice, so he saw no reason to be cautious around her. All around, he was already comfortable with this new environment...
Mori nodded up at Niro with an innocent smile, and started walking ahead of him. Unlike his older brother, Mori held no sense of suspicion towards the large building. He simply strolled right on in, without a second though. "Hello~?!" He called out. He walked farther into the orphanage, not...
Name: Mori (Last name unknown)
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Appearance: 4'3" in height. He wears a plain (albeit, torn and dirty) green t-shirt and unevenly cut shorts. His sneakers were originally white, but now they're torn and covered with mud and blood. He also has cloth wrapped around his...