Friday, April 10th, 11:37PM - Ishikawa Residence
A tentative step. The tree next to the window of her room was still as sturdy as ever.
Mitsuki balanced on her windowsill, pale blue pajamas hanging loose in the night air, small backpack strapped to her back. In the moonlight she looked rather like an oversized bat.
She stepped again and this time her weight went with it. She moved onto the tree branch. Step after step after step fifteen feet above the ground. When she reached the trunk of the tree she clung to it. It only took a few more moments of clambering and finding well-worn footholds in the bark-
There was a crack as her foot slipped and her leg impacted heavily against the tree trunk. She did not slip all the way. She did not fall. But she clung to the tree trunk, eyes wide, until she was sure that no one in her house had stirred.
Mitsuki hurriedly navigated the rest of the tree and dropped down to the pavement.
She grinned despite herself. One mishap. And it hardly mattered. This never got old. No ropes. No ladders. No evidence that she had snuck out. It was the perfect crime and the tree was the perfect accomplice. She gave it a little pat before removing her baggy pajamas to reveal her actual clothes underneath. Then she stuffed the pajamas in her backpack. Began to head off.
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At least he did not use the high-powered beam flashlights stored in the back room.
Mitsuki sobered quickly at Haruka's words. She had forgotten her facade. Quiet girl. Bookish girl. A girl who did not need attention. Not a girl who would be thrillseeking. Not a girl who would be smirking and laughing at a reflection or a spirit or a trespasser in the old building.
Or a splatter of red. Paint? Blood? Neither evaporated quite like the splatter had. There was something going on in there. She was sure of it now.
A chill ran down her spine. She was excited and a bit spooked and blushing at the mention of a secret crush all at the same time. But she had a facade to keep up.
"O-oh. Sorry. Really! I'm, uh, Mitsuki- I just thought you were someone else." She stuttered out that excuse as quiet as she could. Forced a smile and bowed awkwardly and excused herself.
If her words came out a bit fake it hardly mattered. She was sure she would never see Haruka again. Not in anything familiar enough to matter.
But she would be back for sure. Forget the coming rain. Forget the wished-for typhoon. Now it was the mysteries of the old building that weighed on her mind. When there was no one around to watch her, she would be back. The excitement could keep until then.
Mitsuki skipped all the way home. She only stopped when she almost ran into a truck.
Or a splatter of red. Paint? Blood? Neither evaporated quite like the splatter had. There was something going on in there. She was sure of it now.
A chill ran down her spine. She was excited and a bit spooked and blushing at the mention of a secret crush all at the same time. But she had a facade to keep up.
"O-oh. Sorry. Really! I'm, uh, Mitsuki- I just thought you were someone else." She stuttered out that excuse as quiet as she could. Forced a smile and bowed awkwardly and excused herself.
If her words came out a bit fake it hardly mattered. She was sure she would never see Haruka again. Not in anything familiar enough to matter.
But she would be back for sure. Forget the coming rain. Forget the wished-for typhoon. Now it was the mysteries of the old building that weighed on her mind. When there was no one around to watch her, she would be back. The excitement could keep until then.
Mitsuki skipped all the way home. She only stopped when she almost ran into a truck.
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It was the quiet before the storm.
A flash of tongue as Mitsuki Ishikawa licked her lips. The air was full of moisture. There was something anticipatory about it. Light rain was the prediction. She was hoping for a typhoon.
Everyone shuffled out of their classrooms and she was no exception. All her things had already been packed without fuss. But she did not go home with the press of the crowd and the laughs and conversation of her peers. She went up the stairwell instead. A thrill called her. The roof, the coming rain. But something unexpected stopped her. A girl standing there. One of the upperclassmen. Beyond her through smudged glass there was movement where there should have been none.
Mitsuki caught the girl's attention as best she could. She waggled her eyebrows. Social hierarchy was forgotten. There was a smirk on her face, a sparkle in her eyes.
Perhaps there was truth to the rumors.
A flash of tongue as Mitsuki Ishikawa licked her lips. The air was full of moisture. There was something anticipatory about it. Light rain was the prediction. She was hoping for a typhoon.
Everyone shuffled out of their classrooms and she was no exception. All her things had already been packed without fuss. But she did not go home with the press of the crowd and the laughs and conversation of her peers. She went up the stairwell instead. A thrill called her. The roof, the coming rain. But something unexpected stopped her. A girl standing there. One of the upperclassmen. Beyond her through smudged glass there was movement where there should have been none.
Mitsuki caught the girl's attention as best she could. She waggled her eyebrows. Social hierarchy was forgotten. There was a smirk on her face, a sparkle in her eyes.
Perhaps there was truth to the rumors.
CondorTalon said
Evidently 2-3 is best class
Making friends is as easy as:
1. 2-3
That is thoughtful of you. You may not need my appreciation, but you have it nevertheless.
Name: Ishikawa, Mitsuki
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Class: 1-2
Appearance:
Personality: She is quiet with those she does not know well. She is talkative with those she does know well. Mischievous. Can be insensitive. Flighty when it comes to friendship. Hates cats.
Biography: She has lived here in Kadoguchi for fifteen years. Her family moved once. That was before she was born. Her life has been fairly simple. Her first few years were full of crying and the occasional breaking of vases and dinner plates. Some were accidents. But not most. Getting others' attention was fun until she started school. Bad attention would shame her parents. So she grew craftier. Study, do good work. Let others have the attention. It is easier to amuse herself when everyone thinks she is doing what she is supposed to do.
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Class: 1-2
Appearance:
Personality: She is quiet with those she does not know well. She is talkative with those she does know well. Mischievous. Can be insensitive. Flighty when it comes to friendship. Hates cats.
Biography: She has lived here in Kadoguchi for fifteen years. Her family moved once. That was before she was born. Her life has been fairly simple. Her first few years were full of crying and the occasional breaking of vases and dinner plates. Some were accidents. But not most. Getting others' attention was fun until she started school. Bad attention would shame her parents. So she grew craftier. Study, do good work. Let others have the attention. It is easier to amuse herself when everyone thinks she is doing what she is supposed to do.
If it is not full, I am willing to join.
If it is full, I am willing to watch.
If it is full, I am willing to watch.
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