[Open] Awakening+

[samuraiwomen]

Who: The new girl Sara Chidouin and You!
When: June 16th
What: General opening post for the girl
Warnings: Blood, mentions of death. General emotional confusion. Ori gave me a....unique awakening haha. XD



A. AWAKENING

Ugh. [ Her head hurts. That's the first thing Sara can think about as she slumps in the hallway, blinking. She's staring at her hands, but she can't seem to process what's going on. Her head just, hurts, and she rubs at it, blinking when she feels how sticky her hand is. ] What?

[ She stumbles, hand staining the wall as she tries to balance herself in this sudden vertigo. Sara stares down uncomprehendingly. Blood its...covered in blood. A lot of it, more then could be from an accident or an injury. After all, nothing hurts except this strange, dizzy feeling. And... That can't make sense. She'd just won the banquet, she'd just left class. She hadn't... She'd never meant to do anything. All she could remember was seeing a fellow student and...red string? And then she was here, and she was Sara again?

Did...I do this? The thought makes her sick but...she can't even find the energy to react. It's just too sudden.

If anyone walks by, they'd see her standing stock still in the hallway, covered in blood and staring down at her hands with a blank expression. ]



B. CLEANING UP

[ She's managed to drag herself into the bathroom at least. It doesn't lock (of course, this is a school isn't it?) so she balls up her jacket and throws it towards the bottom of the door. It might not stop anyone from coming in but it makes her feel a bit better to have at least something blocking the door. At least the taps turn even if she's getting blood all over the handles. It takes a few seconds of frantic scrubbing before she can even see the skin.

Sara looks like a mess, even she can acknowledge that. The face that peers back at her in the mirror is stark and dead eyed, dressed in an unfamiliar uniform. The collar is gone, but when she pulls the hem of her shirt down to look, she sees a thin pink scar where it used to sit tightly against the skin. So that was real, and this was real too? How frightening. She really is terrified, haha. ]

I don't remember hurting anyone. [ She addresses the girl in the mirror mostly, and really, really hopes nobody is in here with her. Whatever supernatural abilities Midori, Sou and the rest expect her to have, she's not sure she could explain this at all. Come on thats just...to cruel, isn't it? ] And...I don't have any reason to. So this is just another puzzle? It has to be.


C. GETTING ANSWERS

[ By the evening she's calmed down and cleaned up (thank goodness for the change of clothes in her locker). Now its time to stomp around till she can find...someone to corner. The first person who looks mildly knowledgeable or unique (she knows how this works thanks!) is going to look up to see a very peeved 17 year old marching towards them. ]

This is a game right? Tell me the rules. Now. [ That's no nonsense Sara Chidouin for you. ]

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[samuraiwomen]

[He seems sort of happy about that. Weird... ]

Here...I'm still Sara Chidouin. I have a mother and father and no siblings. This is my first year of high school? [ She shakes her head. ] I don't know. I didn't know a lot of people had woken up, it feels like I was just walking in a dream. But I left class this morning and something...really bad happened. I think another student died? But I didn't see a body! There was just...blood you know?

[Even trying to remember what happened now still brings on a stabbing headache. What else had he said, hip-hop? ] I'm just a student. I'm only 17, I can't go joining bands until after I graduate...

[rhymed]

Just blood? [ He blinks thrice, curious. ] I think I overheard something about that earlier... But, maybe you don't remember because the body was already disposed of?

[ He won't say it, but the glint in his eyes as he catches her figure in the corner of them indicates everything. Did you do it? ]

Right. Understandable. So... you got yourself cleaned up before you came out to interrogate people? To seem a little less suspicious?

[samuraiwomen]

Just blood. [ She can't suppress a shudder at the memory. Her hands are still clean when she glances down at them, but that bloody uniform is still stashed in her locker, with no real way to clean it. Horrible. What a horrible feeling. But at least they weren't friends, right? ]

There wasn't a body. [ She repeats, avoiding his gaze. She'd like to sound calm, collected, but mostly it comes across wooden and dull. Did you do it? Hah. Like she'd tell you? ] Like I said, I left class with someone, and then there was just a lot of blood. I don't remember anything else.

[Well that gets her to cross her arms and glare at him. ] What? Suspicious? I didn't want to be covered in blood! What else was I supposed to do?

[rhymed]

[ He watches her movements; numb, she looks over her own hands and avoids his gaze, clearly retelling the event and having a vivid memory of what has happened, he assumes. There's a piece of Hajun that feels sympathetic, but the piece of him that wins exposes himself: ]

I was only curious! Of course, it's perfectly reasonable that you'd defend yourself considering the situation... we just need to be careful since we're losing so many people, y'know? My apologies.

[samuraiwomen]

...I don't kill people. ( Liar. )

[She has to let it drop, because she doesn't have any proof she can give him, and he knows it. He's already said he won't push it, and maybe he's the type that would be fine with someone killing. Doubtful, but possible. More likely, he very much does care, but wouldn't push an accusation unless it benefits him. Unless he thinks she'd do it again. The fact that he suspects her is bad but Sara just has to work with that now. ]

Its alright. I understand its important to be curious about these things. If you want to investigate it, I'll happily show you where it happened, ok?

[rhymed]

[ Interesting thing to say for someone supposedly innocent --

But Hajun also understands the desire to defend one's self. He's pressuring her, yearning for answers that might slip through her words; her tone, her movements, the way her face contorts with each answer, he watches it all. Searching for something uncommon... even if it's difficult to differentiate what is and isn't familiar, considering they're strangers.

Hajun sighs, nodding his head: ] If you don't mind? I'm not good with blood, but it could potentially help.

[samuraiwomen]

Its fine. Its not very interesting...but the least I can do is show you?

[ Its not a long walk to the hallway outside of 1-C. It's also not terribly remarkable, beyond a single smudged red mark on the wall that looks a lot like a handprint.

There's no blood on the floor, and there's no body to be seen. Sara stands a ways back, looking uncomfortable. Still, she steels herself and points. ]

Like I said, I just woke up here and there was a lot of blood...on my hands. I couldn't see the other person I'd been walking near anymore.

[rhymed]

[ Hajun follows, staring at the red mark; the only thing truly remarkable besides the woman just a foot away. She seems distant -- understandable -- and he almost feels compelled to press his hand against the wall. ]

You were walking with someone?

[ And then what, his eyes betray him. Asking a question before he can even put it into words. ]

Did they just evaporate?

[samuraiwomen]

Walking with them, walking by them...Who can say? It's all fuzzy.

[ She meets his eyes, half lidded and heavy with bags from to many sleepless nights. The question hangs between them and Sara sighs, crossing her arms. She doesn't want to be pitied like a small child, but she doesn't want to be accused either. And yet, how far can honesty even take her...at this point a lie would be more believable. ]

...I'm telling you something that can't possibly make me look good, Hajun-san. [ Maybe she's a horrible person at her core, but she can't take credit for a crime she can't remember. ] So work with me, okay? I don't know what happened. All I remember was seeing that they had red string on their finger, and it was pulling tight.

[ She huffs, breaking his gaze to stare over at her own handprint on the wall. ] Its an on the nose metaphor...the red string of fate. I wish I was making it up...I really don't believe in these things.