[ Rika and Satoko hadn't noticed each other before. Their minds had been too foggy and the number of students too great. When Satoko stands, though, Rika's eyes are drawn to the familiar shock of blonde hair. Even if the uniform is difference, there's no mistaking Miss Satoko Hojo. Rika feels her heart lurch briefly--in relief, in horror, in surprise. She had thought she was alone here, where ever here was.
She had been free of the Loop. Free to escape Hinamizawa with Satoko at her side and then she had woken up here of all places. So when she sees Satoko, Rika shoots to her feet and begins pushing her way down the line of chairs in a manner that the girls at Saint Lucia's would find scandalous. ]
Satoko!
[ Okay, you know what? Fuck these chairs. She shoves past some of the uncomfortable plastic folding chairs and stumbles out into the corridor between rows of chairs, lurching forward desperately. If her friends are here, then perhaps she can find some hope and surety in this situation. ]
Satoko!
[ She stretches out a hand. If she can just touch Satoko, this might actually be real and not some horrid dream. ]
Graduation
She had been free of the Loop. Free to escape Hinamizawa with Satoko at her side and then she had woken up here of all places. So when she sees Satoko, Rika shoots to her feet and begins pushing her way down the line of chairs in a manner that the girls at Saint Lucia's would find scandalous. ]
Satoko!
[ Okay, you know what? Fuck these chairs. She shoves past some of the uncomfortable plastic folding chairs and stumbles out into the corridor between rows of chairs, lurching forward desperately. If her friends are here, then perhaps she can find some hope and surety in this situation. ]
Satoko!
[ She stretches out a hand. If she can just touch Satoko, this might actually be real and not some horrid dream. ]