Sereda
Senpai of the Andals and the First Men
Nobody noticed she was there. Heh, shed guessed that's her intention to begin with. Miyuki merely smiled, internally of course, as everyone - kids, she couldn't help thinking - tried to get out of the room. She could not for the life of her understand why they wanted to get out in the first place.
Miyuki tapped the steel-plated windows, and shook her head. As much as she can gather, the steel wasn't just a plate, but a BLOCK. Ain't no one's getting through that unless... nah, too ridiculous.
She kicked against the four walls. Just as solid.
She checked the other door, the one that no one was crowding around on. It looked like a mechanical one, where the lock is either inside the door itself, or on the other side.
Miyuki tsked and scanned the empty room of faces. A rather "cute" bunch. She smiled wide, visible on her features now.
She checked her pockets, sure that she had some sort of... calculator in it. It wasn't there. It was replaced by an ugly looking tablet.
Sighing and stretching, Miyuki relaxed. She grabbed a chair near her and sat on it. She waited how long it would take them to realize they weren't meant to get out of the room. Not yet, anyway. They were just supposed to converse and all that sappy stuff. Their attempts are futile, childish, and wasteful. Again, Miyuki grinned, and hid it just as fast as it came. She found them humorous.
Miyuki stayed on the chair, sitting, at the back of the classroom, gazing wistfully. Ah, her days are queer.
Miyuki tapped the steel-plated windows, and shook her head. As much as she can gather, the steel wasn't just a plate, but a BLOCK. Ain't no one's getting through that unless... nah, too ridiculous.
She kicked against the four walls. Just as solid.
She checked the other door, the one that no one was crowding around on. It looked like a mechanical one, where the lock is either inside the door itself, or on the other side.
Miyuki tsked and scanned the empty room of faces. A rather "cute" bunch. She smiled wide, visible on her features now.
She checked her pockets, sure that she had some sort of... calculator in it. It wasn't there. It was replaced by an ugly looking tablet.
Sighing and stretching, Miyuki relaxed. She grabbed a chair near her and sat on it. She waited how long it would take them to realize they weren't meant to get out of the room. Not yet, anyway. They were just supposed to converse and all that sappy stuff. Their attempts are futile, childish, and wasteful. Again, Miyuki grinned, and hid it just as fast as it came. She found them humorous.
Miyuki stayed on the chair, sitting, at the back of the classroom, gazing wistfully. Ah, her days are queer.
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