[Shoka didn't often dream, and when she did, they weren't exactly... happy. She had tended to live her life in a vague melancholy for the longest time, and it started from sunrise to sundown as she lived four years of the same old same old, day after day, doing her job and wishing for something to spice things up in her life.
Which it certainly recently had, but that's neither here nor there.
The point is, it had been a long long time since she woke up feeling good, but it's not long before the sadness crashes over her like a wave, causing her shoulders to slump and her head to hang down, bangs obscuring her face.
Shoka didn't really want to go back to sleep, she decides.
Donning her cat eared hoodie and drawing the hood over her head, she trots her way down to the lobby of the inn, sitting down by the fire and drawing her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she listened to the crackling sounds of the flames. It was weird... being here. In this unfamiliar place, when she'd already made peace with dying. What was she supposed to do now? Things were so boring. They didn't even have the internet here!
She heaves a sigh, though her ears perk when she hears the creaking of floorboards that indicated the approach of another, even at this late hour. Frowning, she turns her head to look, rather displeased at being disturbed.]
What?
[Or maybe she doesn't hear you at all. Go ahead, startle her, see what happens.]
A Cold Reception;
[hu·bris /ˈ(h)yo͞obrəs/ noun excessive pride or self-confidence.
This was the word of the hour as Shoka made her way outside, overly confident in her ability to handle herself despite the wraiths that prowled the outdoors. Psshh, surely she could make it to the building across the way just fine! And if anything happened, she had her psychs to protect her. So tip toe along did she go, a series of cute little kitty cat paw prints imprinted in the shoe marks in the snow behind her. She was nothing if not committed to her aesthetic, thank you.
...But she barely has time to react before one inflicts her with its curse, having snuck up behind her through the gust of cold winter air, and the deep-seated freeze burrows into her heart and worms its way through her veins like some sort of coursing illness. She grasps at her chest and gasps out a shaky breath, nearly falling to her knees as the pain throbbed within her.]
Shit.
[Okay, okay. Don't panic. Uh. Just gotta keep moving...]
Shoka Sakurane | NEO: The World Ends With You | Testing.... 2!
[Shoka didn't often dream, and when she did, they weren't exactly... happy. She had tended to live her life in a vague melancholy for the longest time, and it started from sunrise to sundown as she lived four years of the same old same old, day after day, doing her job and wishing for something to spice things up in her life.
Which it certainly recently had, but that's neither here nor there.
The point is, it had been a long long time since she woke up feeling good, but it's not long before the sadness crashes over her like a wave, causing her shoulders to slump and her head to hang down, bangs obscuring her face.
Shoka didn't really want to go back to sleep, she decides.
Donning her cat eared hoodie and drawing the hood over her head, she trots her way down to the lobby of the inn, sitting down by the fire and drawing her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she listened to the crackling sounds of the flames. It was weird... being here. In this unfamiliar place, when she'd already made peace with dying. What was she supposed to do now? Things were so boring. They didn't even have the internet here!
She heaves a sigh, though her ears perk when she hears the creaking of floorboards that indicated the approach of another, even at this late hour. Frowning, she turns her head to look, rather displeased at being disturbed.]
What?
[Or maybe she doesn't hear you at all. Go ahead, startle her, see what happens.]
A Cold Reception;
[hu·bris
/ˈ(h)yo͞obrəs/
noun
excessive pride or self-confidence.
This was the word of the hour as Shoka made her way outside, overly confident in her ability to handle herself despite the wraiths that prowled the outdoors. Psshh, surely she could make it to the building across the way just fine! And if anything happened, she had her psychs to protect her. So tip toe along did she go, a series of cute little kitty cat paw prints imprinted in the shoe marks in the snow behind her. She was nothing if not committed to her aesthetic, thank you.
...But she barely has time to react before one inflicts her with its curse, having snuck up behind her through the gust of cold winter air, and the deep-seated freeze burrows into her heart and worms its way through her veins like some sort of coursing illness. She grasps at her chest and gasps out a shaky breath, nearly falling to her knees as the pain throbbed within her.]
Shit.
[Okay, okay. Don't panic. Uh. Just gotta keep moving...]