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rakuen2011-01-02 10:30 pm
themouthofhell) wrote in rakuen2011-01-02 10:30 pm
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Courtyard [ open to all! ]
Oichi's wakening is from the chatter of people, the clatter of feet against the floor. It's a cruel awakening she thinks, when her dreams had been ever so warm, ever so kind. The waking world is far too cold. She shivers and rubs her hands along her arms, standing from the soft, strange thing she'd been laying on. It seems to be a futon of some sort, and she thinks it quaint. Strange.
The small torches along the walls are lit up, and she wanders out of the room. The doors are strange; the ceilings are strange; the walls themselves are strange. And she thinks it not so strange at all, that everything else is-- after all, she'd woken up somewhere different than she'd fallen asleep, been brought here as if by sorcery.
There's the faint memory of something being explained to her, of agreeing to something, but Oichi can't recall it properly. It must have been a dream.
Wandering down the hall and out the back, she explores this strange place she's found herself in.
It's a pretty place, a pretty picturesque fairytale land she never even could have imagined-- the buildings stand in a way she's never seen, the flowers are new and bright and colorful and the people are of all sorts. In the courtyard, Oichi kneels before a flowerbed, picking one of every color, every kind.
"On and on the road does go," she sings, voice high and airy, loud in the stillness of the courtyard. "Down into the depths below…"
The small torches along the walls are lit up, and she wanders out of the room. The doors are strange; the ceilings are strange; the walls themselves are strange. And she thinks it not so strange at all, that everything else is-- after all, she'd woken up somewhere different than she'd fallen asleep, been brought here as if by sorcery.
There's the faint memory of something being explained to her, of agreeing to something, but Oichi can't recall it properly. It must have been a dream.
Wandering down the hall and out the back, she explores this strange place she's found herself in.
It's a pretty place, a pretty picturesque fairytale land she never even could have imagined-- the buildings stand in a way she's never seen, the flowers are new and bright and colorful and the people are of all sorts. In the courtyard, Oichi kneels before a flowerbed, picking one of every color, every kind.
"On and on the road does go," she sings, voice high and airy, loud in the stillness of the courtyard. "Down into the depths below…"
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I-I'm fine! I'm sorry to have interrupted you, miss, but you were singing so nice that I ended up not paying attention to where I was going and tripped!
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Ichi can feel it... you are like Ichi, aren't you? Let's be friends, ok?...
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Friends? Sure! [ she smiles ] I'm Hiyo Shishidou, it's really nice to meet such a beautiful person!
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Ichi is glad... so very glad to have a friend, one who speaks so kindly. Ichi has been lonely...
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[ she moves to hug her - if that's alright - before hanging on just for a little moment more. ]
Is Ichi your name?
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Oichi. Ichi for short.
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