Sheena Fujibayashi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
corrinesbell) wrote2011-10-20 10:33 am
corrinesbell) wrote2011-10-20 10:33 am
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[Thursday morning, Sheena gets up.
It doesn't take long to make the decision to go to the tea shop, carrying the journal in her right hand, even though it's sort of early. But early is the point, isn't it? It's a pretty dark morning, with low and heavy gray clouds. Maybe it's going to rain.
Minutes after she arrives at the tea shop, there will be a sign on the Welcome Center door.
Tea Shop Closed Today
She stays inside for a while, making some attempt at cleaning and organizing the back room. It's a terrible attempt; she's not even there for an hour before leaving, headed back to the house.
The empty house.
Her empty left hand touches the doorknob, jerks away as though shocked, and drops back to her side. The rest of the morning, she spends sitting on her front steps, doodling and writing words, then scratching the words out, on the journal pages. There is one word that is written more than once, filling in spaces between the rough images]
real?
[It's after lunch when she decides enough is enough, snapping the journal closed. Sheena rises from the steps to turn and walk away, toward the barracks - and the thing that will take her to the beach.]
[[ooc: She'll respond to written replies (or voiced ones if you're mad about the shop closing!) and, of course, to actions~]]
It doesn't take long to make the decision to go to the tea shop, carrying the journal in her right hand, even though it's sort of early. But early is the point, isn't it? It's a pretty dark morning, with low and heavy gray clouds. Maybe it's going to rain.
Minutes after she arrives at the tea shop, there will be a sign on the Welcome Center door.
Tea Shop Closed Today
She stays inside for a while, making some attempt at cleaning and organizing the back room. It's a terrible attempt; she's not even there for an hour before leaving, headed back to the house.
The empty house.
Her empty left hand touches the doorknob, jerks away as though shocked, and drops back to her side. The rest of the morning, she spends sitting on her front steps, doodling and writing words, then scratching the words out, on the journal pages. There is one word that is written more than once, filling in spaces between the rough images]
real?
[It's after lunch when she decides enough is enough, snapping the journal closed. Sheena rises from the steps to turn and walk away, toward the barracks - and the thing that will take her to the beach.]
[[ooc: She'll respond to written replies (or voiced ones if you're mad about the shop closing!) and, of course, to actions~]]
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[her voice is just so very flat.]
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So what'd you mean?
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[he's been probably the most direct so far. It's kind of nice.]
Somebody left, okay?
[not going to lose it. Not.]
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...Must be someone pretty important.
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[I Do Not Want To Talk About It.]