[h2][center][color=steelblue]Katashi Todo[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XIFXbzb.png[/img][/center]
Consciousness, wholly unwanted and unwelcome, dawned upon Katashi whether he wished it to or not, a voice drifting into his ears amidst a steadily rising crash of classical music. The voice that carried a feminine lilt with a touch of urgency sounded to be that of Yoshida Shizune, the recent transfer student. Katashi was curious as to the reason he had been sleeping in the presence of Shizune, but judging by how he could hear the names and voices of others as well he would conclude that nothing untoward had occurred.  

Tactile sense flared in irritation as Katashi shakily rose to a seated position, his spine aching dully from being flat on a floor. There was something damp and viscous clinging to the back of his uniform that had his skin crawling from the cool sensation. He had yet to blink the restless sleep from his eyes, the tiny, reptilian part of his brain telling him not to, to exist in ignorance of the world as the dulcet tune of a violin threatened to plunge him back into the darkness.

[color=steelblue][i]No.[/i][/color]

Katashi blinked his eyes open, and took in the macabre world around him. Recollections of an earthquake that had thrown him to the floor in the first place may have explained the disarray of the rooms furniture as well as the scattered students in various forms of consciousness, but that didn't provide an answer for the state of disrepair that pervaded the space or the viscous ichor coating the floors. His gaze was drawn by an unearthly light filtering in through the windows behind him. It shouldn't have been possible, but what lay beyond the window was a boundless crimson sky holding aloft a cold pearl of polished obsidian. 

[color=steelblue][i]"This is..."[/i][/color] Words eluded him as what to say. Unreal? It certainly looked and felt real enough. Absently wiping his hands off on his pants he pulled himself away from the windows and towards the awakening group who were blessedly friendly faces at the very least. Shizune was attempting to rouse the fallen, three others beside them already awake and expressing there own confusion over their predicament. 

Though Anri and Tony did raise a concern that left him staring at the door warily. [color=steelblue] "Not to offend our school orchestra, but we don't have a violin prodigy. Whoever is playing isn't from our school."[/color]