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Post by Rima Washino on Nov 2, 2013 18:00:50 GMT -5
She was dreaming of school, and making A's, and birds, and love, and Karasu-chan... when all of the sudden, she was jerked away. Pulled out of her dreams, forced and kicked out, only to arrive in another.
She was stirring, then waking up in her light brown cotton button-up-and-pants pjs. She sat with a start and rubbed her eyes, lids half-open in frustration. What had woken her up? Had something woken her up? Why? And, why did she have the miffed, unexplanable feeling that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep?
Knock. Knock. She stared. Someone was at her bedroom door. Could that be who had awoken her? Why were they wanting to come in at this time of night? She considered it was late -- it felt like it was midnight, if not passed it. A moment passed. She waited.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Three times this time? It must have been a pretty important reason. Whoever was on the other side must have really wanted her to answer the door.
"I'm coming!" She responded with a sigh, tipping the covers over and mumbling inaudible complaints. However, when she made it over to her door, something didn't seem right. Her hand hovered over the knob a few seconds as hesitation set in, and fear started to tingle its way into her being.
She finally decided to ignore the feeling, placing her hand on the doorknob and swinging the door open despite her instincts. When she did so, however, a gust of wind swept into her room, raging violently, strongly. Everything swirled. Surroundings changed. And, within a moment's time, she was still in her pajamas...
....but she wasn't in her bedroom anymore.
Big mistake.
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[ Kotone Suzuhashi, Honoka Gokuden ] |
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Post by Honoka Gokuden on Nov 3, 2013 16:38:44 GMT -5
She was running after Wataame, laughing with her as the two if them paused their game atop a tall hill.
Honoka laughed, trying to catch her breath, smiling gleefully down at her Imouto- Chan. She was so happy, as the two held hands under a tall oak tree. The sun was setting and... And...
Honoka gasped lightly as she was wrenched from her dreams by the sound of... What? She looked around her room, leaning up on her elbows. What had awoken her? Everything looked exactly the same, no odd sounds could be heard, except for the light sound of rain tapping against her window. Wataame- Chan would be asleep in her room across the hall. Everyone should be lost in their slumber, except-
Knock knock!"
Honokas jumped, looking towards her door. Michi. Her sister Had suffered with insomnia since she was young and so often had come to her door to seek company; after all, Honokas endless energy was enough to tire out anyone. It hadn't happened for a while, but who else would be knocking on her door so late at night?
The knocking sound erupted again, and Honoka sighed. "Nyah... Michi- Chan, I'm coming..." [/color] Her eyes burned with fatigue as she slipped from under her comfy blanket and her feet touched the cold, cold floor. She shivered, but walked over to the door. Just as she pulled the door open, it flung wide and a freezing chill overcame the pinknette. A gust of wind blew through her so strong she fell backwards, stumbling and finally falling into the hard floor with a cry. She covered her eyes, terrified, until she felt the wind calm and when she opened them, she was astounded. Where was she? Where... What was this place? It was dark, the only light source from a small window. Honoka stood and walked towards it, her loose pink hair curling around her shoulders. She peered out but couldn't see anything through the rain, which was falling considerably harder. A crash of thunder from outside caused her to emit a startled cry, again stumbling back. "Wh-Where am I...?"[/color]She whimpered.[/center] |
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Post by Kotone Suzuhashi on Nov 7, 2013 14:54:11 GMT -5
With eyes wide with bewilderment and rising fear, she was trying very hard not to panic at the moment. She tried keep her breathing steady as she surveyed her surroundings; nope, she couldn't keep it steady. At all. Where exactly was she?! She thought she was sleeping in her bed a moment ago, but, now... Now... She was on the verge of crying where she stood in a room that resembled a feminine, colorful child's room of some sort with a small round window on one side of the room and a magenta-colored door on the other side. The room had a pale yellow dresser with a mirror and it looked plastic for some reason, a bed with a blanket with various shades of purple and a white pillow, and a small light green round table in the middle of the room with four small blue chairs surrounding it.
Was she still dreaming? She rolled up the sleeve of her light blue long-sleeved shirt and she pinched her skin. No, apparently, she wasn't dreaming, and she was supposedly kidnapped and placed into a child's room. Kami-sama, had she done something wrong in her past life to be in a situation like this? She wasn't anything note-worthy, so, why was she kidnapped in the first place? Her parents were in the upper-middle class, so, a ransom? She bit down on her lower lip; what was she supposed to do now? Wait for her kidnapper to make an appearance or find a way out? Her heart rate was slowly rising at the thought of meeting her kidnapper, so, the option of finding a way out of this situation while not trying to be caught sounded both appealing and idiotic at the same time, but, at least it was better waiting around. She took a deep breath and walked towards the door.
With her heart beating loudly in her ears, she took a peek and looked both ways. Good, no sign of her kidnapper and with that, she sighed in relief. She stepped into the hallway and she started walking. Though, within a few steps, the sound of thunder was heard and Kotone shrieked with fright. Her heart was racing faster and she tried to calm herself. It was just thunder. Just. Thunder. When she had her breath steadied, she heard a faint whimper a few meters away from where she stood. On slight impulse, she walked towards it. "H-Hello...?"
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Post by Rima Washino on Nov 10, 2013 21:24:09 GMT -5
Her world had been shaped to the likliness of... of what, exactly? She was in a kitchen, she could tell that much, at least. The chairs were made strictly of wood, the circular table, too, and very simply so, with only a shiny lght blue vase with multiple pastel flowers at the centre. The table and chairs themselves were painted bright yellow, and the walls surrounding her were green . Tiled squares beneath her looked as if they were merely wrapping paper, chosen in a light blue to match the vase upon the table. The counters were... wood, too? Yellow, like the table and chairs. Cabinets lingered below, lime green to match the walls. It was all so... bright and cheery. Only the refridgerator, oven, and the sink were pearly white, absent of any colour at all. And... the sink didn't even have a faucet! Rima, feeling confused and curious, walked over to the refridgerator and open the thin silver handle on the edge. How strange. All the shelves... they were llike freezer compartments, and not like shelves at all! Even stranger, the refridgerater held nothing but a single plate of cookies. Rima reached her hand out to touch them... only to find that they were all PLASTIC. They weren't even real.
She pulled her hand away and shut the refridgerator door, backing away slowly. Now that she thought about it... there wasn't even a light in the room, so why was everything perfectly illuminated?
Her curosity turned into fright, her adventure turned into panic. WHERE IN THE HELL WAS SHE?? Not only was this totally NOT her kitchen, none of it seemed real! And, yet, here she was! IN THE FLESH. She could feel it! She was actually here, in this nut-house, or wherever she was that she was.
She turned and ran, ran out of the kitchen into another room, though many rooms, not minding her surroundings, not caring where she was headed. Just... frantic. She just wanted out. She did not like this place, and did not have a good feeling about it. Where was her room? Where was her bed? WHERE WAS HER WORLD?
.... Because, this certainly wasn't it.
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