(01) wisteria arrival

[stubbornhope]

Who: Satou Kuroneko & (OPEN)
What: New Arrival
When: November 18th
Where: Hallways (lockers), Library, Science Room (outside of)
Warnings: N/A. Will Edit As Needed!


(a) Hallways / Lockers

[After waking, Satou's first instinct is to go to the library. She's certain that she will begin to panic if she thinks too hard about what's happening. The seven tally marks under her wrist itch from anxiety and she subconsciously pulls her sleeve over them. On her way to the library (or, where she mysteriously remembers it may be,) she stops at her locker. 237. Well, might as well check if she owned anything useful.

Unfortunately, nervous fingers do not handle the delicate dial well. She keeps messing up the combination, flinching when she hears footsteps in the hall or other loud noises. After a third failed attempt, Satou growls under her breath.]

Why am I acting so skittish? It's my locker... I'm not breaking in or anything... [She tugs on the lock. It doesn't open.

She groans.] These suck. If I had my magic I'd just blast it open.

(b) Library

[After confirming that her locker is empty, Satou continues on her way to the library. She's quick to find the reference books and startled to see that only reach the 1990s. Stranger still, she can't find a place to check out the books. She wanders around the library in quiet confusion for a few minutes before deciding to ask for help.

You got this, Satou. It's just talking to a stranger. You like strangers.

... But do strangers like me?

She tries to smile and be friendly when waving to the stranger, but there's a nervous twitch to that smile.]

Uh. Good day! And pardon me, but... Do you know where I go to check out books?

(c) Science Room (outside of)

[She actually wanted to check out the music room. Playing music would be a good way to get a grip on her emotions, after all. Satou has done a decent job of being as quiet as a mouse, maintaining a polite and dainty façade as she plays the role of "ideal student." But when she passes the science room, Satou catches a glance at the grinning model peering the glass.

And her facade falls as she shriek in fright and swings a kick at the door out of instinct

then crumples to the floor, holding her ankle.]

Fuuu-- auuunnnyaaugh... n-no magic... right... [Without her magic, Satou's just a normal girl, who can't even win a fight against a door.]

(d) Wild Card

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Comments

[stubbornhope]

There are ways to lock doors without keys…

[But Satou doesn’t want to talk about her experience with locking people up, soooo. Conversation change!]

I get it though. It’s just… If the majority of people disliked the idea of murder, it would be easy to do. Does that mean the majority of people are pro… murder..?

[dereban]

Well, yeah. Plenty of mystery novels can tell you that much.

[Locked door mysteries exist for a reason.]

That's not even mentioning the internet. [You can find most anything there nowadays - well, in the timeperiod she's from, anyway.] Sure, hypothetically it would... should be easy if people disliked murder to do that. If enough people did, anyway.

[It's here where her voice grows distant and disheartened.]

To be honest, I'd say it's about even. Amongst the transfer students, anyway. And as for me... sure, I hate the idea of murder. But there's no way in hell- [she grits her teeth, brows knitted] that I'm letting anyone kill me because I underestimated their abilities.

[And by her sides, her fingers curl into tight balled fists, nails digging at the skin.]