Kurotsuki
One body, many minds
Participants;
BlossomsOfRainbows
Stillsnow
Kurotsuki
Setting/beginning;
The first day of a new semester, so exciting! For everyone but Saki Akare, that is. She was just one insignificant drop of water in a sea of hundreds of students. The brightly shining morning sun conflicted with her mood, hurting her eyes and making her look down at the ground. A cacophony of inaudible chatter rose from the crowd, slowly melting into jeering laughter. But of course, that was just inside her head. The hallucination faded as suddenly as it had appeared.
She wore a long-sleeved zip-up hoodie, despite it being quite a warm morning. The rest of her outfit was more what you'd expect; a plain shirt, pleated skirt, knee-high stockings and a worn out pair of sneakers. Her mother had done her hair for her that morning, tied up in two neat pigtails with little red ribbons. She had gotten no sleep the previous night, and had little dark circles under her eyes. Those sad hazel eyes, which had been so bright and full of passion, once upon a time...
She made her way to her homeroom classroom and claimed a seat in the far corner, hoping nobody would notice her. She laid her head down on the desk. Class hadn't even begun, and she already had a headache.
"What sort of torture will today bring?" she mumbled to herself, "Just another day in this hellish purgatory..."
Setting/beginning;
The first day of a new semester, so exciting! For everyone but Saki Akare, that is. She was just one insignificant drop of water in a sea of hundreds of students. The brightly shining morning sun conflicted with her mood, hurting her eyes and making her look down at the ground. A cacophony of inaudible chatter rose from the crowd, slowly melting into jeering laughter. But of course, that was just inside her head. The hallucination faded as suddenly as it had appeared.
She wore a long-sleeved zip-up hoodie, despite it being quite a warm morning. The rest of her outfit was more what you'd expect; a plain shirt, pleated skirt, knee-high stockings and a worn out pair of sneakers. Her mother had done her hair for her that morning, tied up in two neat pigtails with little red ribbons. She had gotten no sleep the previous night, and had little dark circles under her eyes. Those sad hazel eyes, which had been so bright and full of passion, once upon a time...
She made her way to her homeroom classroom and claimed a seat in the far corner, hoping nobody would notice her. She laid her head down on the desk. Class hadn't even begun, and she already had a headache.
"What sort of torture will today bring?" she mumbled to herself, "Just another day in this hellish purgatory..."