Kallen Stadtfeld (Kozuki) (
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How far down would you fall if you never came up again?
Characters: Kallen and you.
Format: Action please. Just intro is written in prose.
This log is: OPEN
Location: Three options: a. Dining Hall, b. Courtyard, c. the Pale dorm common room. She goes to all three in that order.
When:: "Tuesday" IG
Summary: Kallen's just up and about, walking around to get some fresh air and food. And if you're a player and MAYBE convincing enough, she MIGHT let you use her weapon.
a) When Kallen woke up, she was alone but wasn't particularly disturbed by it. She was still 'here' wherever 'here' was. Pushing herself to sit up in bed, she looked around the room, down at herself, and then specifically at her hands. It was gone... not her hands silly, the blood. She remembered falling asleep in the corner and-- Gino must have moved her to her bed. A small grateful smile fell onto her lips as she finally got out of bed and holy crap she was hungry.
She made her way over to the dining hall and grabbed something to eat. Getting a lot of food and stuffing it into her stomach was a bad idea waiting to happen, so she decided against that. She grabbed a lunch set containing a small bowl of rice, salad, and beef bowl. She didn't tend to eat actual Japanese food often (since she usually packed her own and it was sandwiches), but for once, she figured she would indulge herself. After all, she was hungry.
b) Contently from there, she walked to the courtyard. Despite the dream or whatever it was everyone had and the creepy effects that happened here not too long ago, Kallen felt... strangely okay. It probably had something to do with the hallucinations. She could see this
She wasn't going to go to classes. She wasn't sure if she was up for that just yet. But she stared in the direction of the classrooms. Kallen told herself that she would go to tomorrow. It would give her enough time to rest up and regain her focus. The teenager also half appreciated that she wasn't a Player this round. There was no way she would have been able to fight. Come the next round and if she was named a Player, she would be ready then. But in the mean time she would have to find out some information. About who they were up against. She had a feeling that no student would have the answers so she would have to do so herself.
c) Kallen headed back to the dorm and sat in the common room. She stood against the windowsill, looking out the window. She knew she had homework to make up for the classes she missed, but that didn't seem to bother her. She knew she was smart, but felt like... there was something more to it. Like... how everything just came naturally to her. Probably another lost memory she would have to figure out on her own.
Courtyard!
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Is there something wrong?
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Dining Hall~
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Guren's pilot! [Yeah, he'd never bothered to keep track of her actual name. 'Guren's pilot' or 'Suzaku's school friend' had always been ample enough description for her before.] Hello! I don't suppose this means Rakshata is around as well?
[He sure hopes not.]
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/all the creeper icons B|
.....get out
never
B|
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courtyard
[ he looks up just in time to see Kallen and, full stop, entire body going still and face turning just a faint shade of pink. is it too late to run? ]
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[If this were yesterday, she'd back down, run away. She'd say it was her fault he died. She had distinctly seen his blood on her hands yesterday. But that was yesterday. This was today. From her memories, she remembers losing feeling in her left arm because of the foil that cut deeply into her skin and flesh. A ghost pain ran itself through the circuit of her arm before she brought her right hand up to clutch at it for a moment.]
[She starts up walking again, hand returned to her side and stops about twenty feet in front of him. Where can she even start?]
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[ like, you know, talking with the person with the same face as the one that killed you. ]
[ yeah. that can cause problems. he swallows, bows his head in a curt, polite nod. Sulu is in full-fledged Lieutenant Mode now, and it's gonna be pretty damn hard to snap him out of it. ]
Ms. Kozuki. [ because if there's one thing he knows, after what happened last week they're probably not on first name basis anymore. he doesn't usually call people by their first names anyway-- that's just how it works in Starfleet. ]
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Courtyard
Hey!
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Hey. [She puts a hand in air to greet her.]
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Hey... do you know what's going on? All of the calendars say that we jumped a week and a half.
[Then again, they were also two months slow. Were the staff just incompetent?]
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Mm sh-[Ok chew, swallow] I'm sorry! Are you alright?
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b!
she noticed some people were acting normal. maybe they had brushed all of this nonsense up and were going on with their lives.
Hiyo hadn't.
she walks with heavy footsteps, her eyes down on the floor. she's been trying to pretend that she's alright - that she's gotten over all of this already like everybody else. but it doesn't work when she's by herself, even in a crowd of people heading to class.
she's managed to walk around at the high school building - it's interior much like the building beside it, but the people here are much too big, trampling over her if they weren't careful.
her figure bumps into someone else - this isn't the first time today - and she falls back into that same old tradition of her's, faking everything. ]
O-Oh, I'm sorry! I really wasn't watching where I was going ... ! [ she recognizes this figure. ]
Kallen?
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Hiyo. [She hadn't seen the girl since... what was that-- math class?]
It's okay. Are you all right?
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You're here, too!
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I'm sorry?
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C
E-excuse me...
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Is there something wrong?
[She sounds worried.]
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C is for C.C., that's good enough for me!
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You're new here then.
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1/2
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I showed up late during the announcement. [She doesn't want to really talk about what happened that day or after it.]
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