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[pencilpremonition]

[Today, Becca is Doing Things. She's out being a player, approaching any unattached weapons to offer to be their player. She's going to her classes. Or possibly she's just sitting around somewhere drawing in her notebook with an air of 'come talk to me' about her. Or perhaps you have a better idea for how to get her talking to your character. Just come bother her.]

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pff lets pretend Becca was sent on a prefect errand

[savedbyasong]

[Shion hadn't seen much of Becca, he wasn't avoiding her because that would be cruel but he still didn't know what to feel about her. She had been so upset according to Alex when he had disappeared, something Shion didn't remember.

She was in his memory, the one Alex had given him and he had been meaning to talk to her. But he had avoided her the week before, as he had avoided everyone because of Asagi making him wear a skirt. This week Asagi was being nicer.

Of course that didn't prevent Shion from having an armful of laundry none of which was his as he walked into the common room of Black Dorm.]

[pencilpremonition]

[Becca was walking through the dorm she'd spent the first part of her schooling at. It was a simple errand--make sure no one was up to anything. But it was the first time she'd seen Shion in ages.]

Shion?

[savedbyasong]

[Shion peaked round the pile of laundry he had and grinned.] Hello Becca, how are you?

[pencilpremonition]

I'm all right. How...how are you? Did you look at that memory?

[savedbyasong]

I did... [Shion gave a small smile remembering the lake side, their bottles floating off, standing hand in hand.] Thank you for giving it to me.

[pencilpremonition]

You're...still my brother...

[savedbyasong]

Your brother? [He looked a little confused, not sure what she meant by that.

Bear with him Becca, he hasn't had weeks of your adorableness to ease him into this confession.]

[pencilpremonition]

I said that to you. In that memory. You're like a brother to me. You always will be. Even...if you've forgotten...

[savedbyasong]

[He watched her for a moment before giving another small smile, understanding somewhat.] I'm sorry... that I've forgotten. I wish I could remember but even the memory you gave me, it is me and yet it doesn't feel like it.

[pencilpremonition]

Yeah...it's...not your fault.

[savedbyasong]

I know... but I don't like making people cry...

[pencilpremonition]

It's not your fault. Just...get to know me again. I'll try not to be weird about already knowing you.

[savedbyasong]

[Shion nodded, he found it strange as well but he did wish to know these people who were his friends better.] I will! [He bent down to put the washing in the machine, pausing a moment as they were different than in No. 6.] So... your name is Becca and Alex thinks you are wonderful. But that's all I really know about you.

[pencilpremonition]

[She had to laugh at that, shaking her head.]

I'm an artist. I'm pretty much always drawing. Uhm...past that, my little brother is my entire life. I live and breathe for him, for his safety... This place took his name and face from me. I wouldn't even know if he's here.

Past that...my life is kinda depressing and might be a little much for our first few conversations. But if you wanna know...just ask.

[savedbyasong]

An artist? [Shion had never met an artist before. Or... apparantly he had. But he couldn't remember. And she had a little brother, but didn't know what he looked like or his name... that was awful.] Depressing... Sorry I mean you don't have to tell me anything... Nezumi says I'm an air head, I speak before I think for all I'm meant to be a genius.

[pencilpremonition]

No, no don't apologise, it's...that's not the point. It's more... I'd tell you anything about me if you asked. I'd even show you my back. I just...don't want to overwhelm you, that's all.

[savedbyasong]

[Shion blinked but nodded understanding.] Don't worry about overwhelming me. I know I don't know much about the real world but... [He thought about the mountain of bodies, the man struggling to breathe as Shion tried to end his life, the man he shot...

He shuddered.] You may tell me anything you wish me to know.

[pencilpremonition]

Why...don't you tell me about yourself, Shion? We've...been close since the beginning, and yet...you've always glossed over that.

[savedbyasong]

Oh... what do you want to know? [What does she already know... he doesn't want to bore her...]

[pencilpremonition]

Everything~. Well. Everything you remember.

[savedbyasong]

Well I'm Shion, you know that I guess... I'm sixteen. I come from No. 6, I lived with my mother until about six months ago when I left the city. Then I lived with Nezumi."

[pencilpremonition]

I don't really know a lot about No. 6 or what your world was like. Tell me?

[savedbyasong]

Well... I'm not sure what other worlds are like. But No. 6 was... suposed to be a perfect city. It wasn't. But... [His thoughts of No. 6 were all muddled, there was the city he had grown up in, though memories of before he was twelve were blurred, an effect of this place. Memories of Lost Town, beautiful despite the hardship. Hardship that held nothing to West Town.

Then there was the correctional facility, the city he grew up in, home to murderers. People who would wipe out whole towns and villages, lines of brains, guns and blood...]

It's a city of murder, it looks beautiful but under the surface... It is rotten and corrupt... A... a lot of bad happened there, because of No. 6... [But Nezumi had said it wasn't his fault, not the peoples fault. Shion wasn't sure though.]

[pencilpremonition]

[She listened quietly, watching Shion's face as she spoke. This beautiful, happy, innocent boy was bearing so much pain just beneath the surface...and she'd never known. She'd told him all of her pain, but never once stopped to think that he might be bearing just as much, hidden under those smiles. Tears welled in her eyes, but she smiled softly.]

I...never knew you were anything more than a happy boy with a beautiful smile...

[savedbyasong]

[Shion smiled and shook his head] As I say, I'm a bit of an airhead. But I'm learning about the real world, slowly.