Entry tags:
sights that can't be seen
Who: Helena Adams and etc.
What: Catch all log - nonevent things, random starters, whatever.
When: December.
Where: All over Yogen.
Warnings: Will edit when needed.

(for whatever we want to do this month! jump in with a random starter,
or if you'd like something custom, message me via journal or plurk.)
What: Catch all log - nonevent things, random starters, whatever.
When: December.
Where: All over Yogen.
Warnings: Will edit when needed.

(for whatever we want to do this month! jump in with a random starter,
or if you'd like something custom, message me via journal or plurk.)
for pumpkin.
komaeda, 12/24.
so it was that she slipped out, took her coat and gloves, and carefully exited the dorms, using her mental map to try and orient herself and walk through the snowstorm, swallowing any anger she feels. control, control - she shouldn't be so surprised that there's only blood under everything in this school, that even kind hands move to harm and hurt. nowhere is safe. nowhere is decent. the manor looms large in her mind, and she half expects to smell gunpowder and decay, to simply keep walking and end up back there.
if it wasn't one cage, it was another. if it it wasn't one set of killers, it was another. her head is so full, and time slips away, and everything is cold. the sounds of the world are half muffled by snow and wind, and she has to think about what she knows.
twenty minutes is long gone, by the time she realizes she's been angry enough to be disoriented, that she needs to figure out how to head back, when her soul feels numb enough that maybe she can keep it in ice, and the pain will stay at bay.
it's probably night, given how the air feels, and the wind bites at Helena's cheeks. the snow is too thick to properly gauge where she is unless she were to dig a hole, and it's more trudging than anything else.
nothing for it but to keep walking, trying to find some kind of landmark.
strange, how one can feel alone and yet be at peace with it.]
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ranger.
Hello? Is anyone here?
[she's listening for them, but if they're busy, then she might be out of luck today, and she'll try for tomorrow.]
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amami.
not that this is a problem for her. in fact, she appreciates how quickly people leave after school, as it means she can conduct a little experiment. it's an odd assortment of things she has in her bag, all with string tied to them. it's very simple, how this is meant to go. she takes one item - she's moved onto an apple, at this point - and throws it out the front door as hard as she can, until she hears the plop in the snow. then, confident it's secure, she holds onto the string and walks forward, as if connected-
no. the barrier's not budging.
she's running out of ideas of things to throw. or ways to connect herself, so she can get past it. of course, if other students come to see this, then they can chalk it up to a transfer finally having lost it. at the least, her frustration is building higher and higher.]
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12/25, leo.
Merry Christmas, Leo! May I come in for a moment?
[she knows the point of Secret Santa is to be secret, but there's a point now where she can't hide it, not if she's to give him the whole amount of the gift.]