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yogen2021-03-29 07:57 pm
closewithnewintown) wrote in yogen2021-03-29 07:57 pm
life is full of games (OPEN)
Who: Stephanie AND YOU
When: 29th-1st
What: Stephanie tries to keep herself occupied.
[all alone, unable to play outside, in a rundown location. how familiar.
but, somehow, Stephanie doubts that she can shoot a letter into the sky and fix everything, this time.
she always makes do, though, and as the days of spring break go by, she does what she does what she does best: play. she likes the auditorium best of all; until she can go outside, it's probably the most appropriate place to play. on the 29th, she's playing hopscotch, having drawn out a board using charcoal and using a piece of the same as a marker. on the 31st, she's playing Brave Knight Sir Pinky with the really neat resin knife someone decided to give a small child, fencing with her own shadow, with the sort of stance and surety that makes it clear that someone has taken the time to literally teach her fencing.]
En garde! Pret! Allez!
[she also finds herself drawn to the clock tower. sure, it's pretty high up, but it's the only way she can see outside. on the 1st, during the day, she can be found with her face pressed against the glass like a poor kid in a candy store, just looking. like she can somehow soak up some of that great outdoors through thick glass. she can also be seen writing intently in a notebook, idly nibbling on the very last of an apple core.
she has set up a makeshift bed in the corner of her homeroom class, with her extra uniform as a pillow and a "sleeping bag" that is just a length of fabric she's wrapped herself up in like a little pink burrito. she is in bed by 8:08 sharp every night, and asleep by 8:30. until such a time that this changes, she is blissfully unaware of the nightly silence.]
When: 29th-1st
What: Stephanie tries to keep herself occupied.
[all alone, unable to play outside, in a rundown location. how familiar.
but, somehow, Stephanie doubts that she can shoot a letter into the sky and fix everything, this time.
she always makes do, though, and as the days of spring break go by, she does what she does what she does best: play. she likes the auditorium best of all; until she can go outside, it's probably the most appropriate place to play. on the 29th, she's playing hopscotch, having drawn out a board using charcoal and using a piece of the same as a marker. on the 31st, she's playing Brave Knight Sir Pinky with the really neat resin knife someone decided to give a small child, fencing with her own shadow, with the sort of stance and surety that makes it clear that someone has taken the time to literally teach her fencing.]
En garde! Pret! Allez!
[she also finds herself drawn to the clock tower. sure, it's pretty high up, but it's the only way she can see outside. on the 1st, during the day, she can be found with her face pressed against the glass like a poor kid in a candy store, just looking. like she can somehow soak up some of that great outdoors through thick glass. she can also be seen writing intently in a notebook, idly nibbling on the very last of an apple core.
she has set up a makeshift bed in the corner of her homeroom class, with her extra uniform as a pillow and a "sleeping bag" that is just a length of fabric she's wrapped herself up in like a little pink burrito. she is in bed by 8:08 sharp every night, and asleep by 8:30. until such a time that this changes, she is blissfully unaware of the nightly silence.]
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[Now he goes through his next round. More slowly and carefully. This time without any slip-ups! And then he hands it back to her.]
Now do your best!
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[she makes it about halfway through the course before she overextends a jump, requiring her to put her foot down out of bounds to catch herself.]
Oh, now we're tied again!
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[He says as he does some stretches while watching her go through her next round. Ishimaru frets as she misses that one jump.]
Ah, I suppose that we are. Do not worry. You can learn from your mistakes and do better in the future! [With that, Ishimaru goes through his next round. Another uneventful, successful one!]
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Stephanie is pretty good at falling. it's pretty much what gymnastics is. and it's why when she lands her jump on the piece of charcoal and slips, she's able to catch herself on her hands and tumble to a softer landing.]
-- Oh, no, did I break it? [which helps to distract AND is also genuine worry because that was the charcoal she'd been using to write with. and now it is powder. nooooo.]
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He gasps as she falls over, though!]
Stephanie-kun!! [And he's immediately rushing to her side to check on her, even if she seems perfectly alright.] Are - are you okay? The... charcoal seems to be broken, but that is not important now! Your wellbeing is the highest priority! H-hang in there! [He may be vastly overestimating the impact of her fall.]
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I... hope the school doesn't mind, that I broke it. [she says, to cover up that she's actually a little upset that she worried him so badly.] I was going to put it back, once I found a pencil...
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I- I am so relieved that you are alright, Stephanie-kun! [He's lived through enough death that even this gives him a scare.
But now he's feeling more level-headed, and so he turns his attention towards the shattered charcoal.]
...I am sure they will be forgiving. It - it is a minor loss in the long run. [Normally, the destruction of any school property offends him. But he tries to downplay that feeling, for the girl's sake.] And we can look for other things to write with after we clean this up! How does that sound?
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-- Oh, Kiyotaka! You were ahead when I fell, right? That means you won!
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Ah, I suppose I was ahead. So... I won? Is... is it truly okay to claim victory now?! [He feels a little bad winning because of her falling!]
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It was fair and square!
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I- I suppose it was. I just feel bad winning just because of your unfortunate fall.
But, ah, that is alright! [He offers her a supportive smile.] Keep trying your best, and I am sure that you will beat me next time!
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Of course, of course! You need plenty of room to stretch your legs! And some fresh air does wonders as well! It should just be a matter of time until we manage to get out.