Sara Chidouin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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yogen2022-03-04 09:37 pm
samuraiwomen) wrote in yogen2022-03-04 09:37 pm
Entry tags:
like a bitter stranger
Who: Everyone
What: Our monthly family meeting.
When: March 5th, 2000.
Where: Yogen dorms common room.
Warnings: Discussions of murder, suicide, child death...more?
[ A message goes up on the forums late Friday evening.
S.chidouin: Group meeting in the dorms Saturday. 12:00. No punching. No stabbing. I'll bring stickers.
If your character would not find a post from Sara worth listening too, Bonnie is wandering around, vaguely noting how important this meeting is, and how very much you should attend. No further details are forthcoming.
The meeting itself is a quiet affair. The fireplace is not lit, there are no snacks. Sara waits in the corner for everyone to arrive and get settled and then she clears her throat to speak. ]
As most of you know... [ It's hard to start, but her voice gets firmer as she goes on. ] We spent the last two months investigating Maya Arisu's murder. That case is solved. A few weeks ago, Bonnie-chan and I found the culprit.
Rantaro Amami killed Maya Arisu, Hiro Arisu, the vice principal and is presumably responsible for the scene with Keigo Arata. He is also dead. I just figured...everyone should know. To many people got hurt the last few months. I'm sorry.
[ She fiddles with her hair. That's all...she really has to say. There's not much more then that as the gist of it. ]
What: Our monthly family meeting.
When: March 5th, 2000.
Where: Yogen dorms common room.
Warnings: Discussions of murder, suicide, child death...more?
[ A message goes up on the forums late Friday evening.
S.chidouin: Group meeting in the dorms Saturday. 12:00. No punching. No stabbing. I'll bring stickers.
If your character would not find a post from Sara worth listening too, Bonnie is wandering around, vaguely noting how important this meeting is, and how very much you should attend. No further details are forthcoming.
The meeting itself is a quiet affair. The fireplace is not lit, there are no snacks. Sara waits in the corner for everyone to arrive and get settled and then she clears her throat to speak. ]
As most of you know... [ It's hard to start, but her voice gets firmer as she goes on. ] We spent the last two months investigating Maya Arisu's murder. That case is solved. A few weeks ago, Bonnie-chan and I found the culprit.
Rantaro Amami killed Maya Arisu, Hiro Arisu, the vice principal and is presumably responsible for the scene with Keigo Arata. He is also dead. I just figured...everyone should know. To many people got hurt the last few months. I'm sorry.
[ She fiddles with her hair. That's all...she really has to say. There's not much more then that as the gist of it. ]
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[ She tries to look up when Komeada turns too leave, she didn't mean... there were things she wanted to say... but its getting hard to focus as the intial adrenhaline of the situation starts trickling away.
It hurts, and she's dizzy with it. Sara feels lucky so much of the killing game involved painful shocks or dodging sharp objects... she's not passing out at least.
When she looks up again, he's a bit away, with Ranger there. So he's not alone... thats about all she can focus on before she falters, leaning further onto Sou. ]
Pretty weird to... see you this worried? [ Wait, its actually really funny now that she thinks about it. Where did all that concern come from?? She'd get wanting to twist her fingers around...but he's still sitting here. ]
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Well, it looked like you were about to die just now, Sara.
[His tone is dry, an 'I'd say that's worrying' style of voice even as he's trying to deflect himself from his own reaction. His pupils are still alight with the same blue glow as the scarf as he shoots Sara a look and then glances away.]
...I said it, didn't I? [That he didn't actually hate her.] Despite what you might think... that wasn't a lie that time.
[It's one of those things where saying it out loud makes it calcify; some part of him internally shrinking in on itself. Time to get off this topic immediately, and go over it on repeat, card through it, later. Some of that spike of the aforementioned panic is fading into a sharp sensation in his gut.]
Can you stand?
[She's leaning against him, and his shoulder's probably going to hurt after a while because of it, but more importantly... even if the nurse is away, there's probably still things there that can help, if nobody's springing to action. Aspirin, at least. Somewhere to rest... it's a question of if she's actually able to get up and make it past the wisteria right now.]