Nawanaka Toshimi [輪中 福美] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thrown_to_winds) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} disappear_rpg,@ 2010-04-15 23:36:00 |
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| Entry tags: | renju, toshimi |
Who: Toshi, Renju
What: A conversation of some kind.
Where: Nanakamado Classroom 2-B
When: After plotdungeon.
Why: That question is meaningless.
After the way Toshimi had spent her summer, going back to school had been more of a relief than anything else. She'd quit her summer work, she'd quit trying to force herself to think about happy things, and she'd basically quit smiling---even when there was nothing particularly upsetting happening, since school started up again, she'd been letting herself scowl at her desk or at walls or occasionally even at other people (as long as they weren't looking, of course). It felt cleaner, somehow. For once, that pressure that she'd grown accustomed to was barely present.
But other than that, it was horrible. All the things she could usually focus on or think about had lately only been leading her to think in the kind of ways that the Shadow had thought in, or, not any better, what her friends back in Yutagoro would have to say about them.
At the end of the school day, after the classroom had been cleaned up, she found herself staring at where Sato Kei used to sit, and it started up again.
That's where you saw that corpse, when all of this started. However it started. Wouldn't things have been better off if none of this Paradise stuff ever happened?
But it happened and it's still happening. Could it have been prevented?
No, whatever's causing this is...who even knows?
Seiji-san knows. Oh, baseball practice is going to be so weird from now on. Maybe he won't show up--but then you won't have enough people in the outfield.
Listen to yourself. More concerned about your baseball game than anything else. Is that the kind of person you are?
"Ugh." She slumped over on her desk. If only she could go back to not thinking. But that had been a mistake. Maybe just a temporary distraction to break the cycle would be okay. She propped her head up with her hands, looking for one. The day's work had only just ended and most of the class was still around, including one Sonozaki Renju nearby--not exactly a fitting distraction from Paradise woes. Smiles or no smiles, though, Toshimi felt obligated to be polite at the very least. She waved a small wave and nodded, "Afternoon."
But other than that, it was horrible. All the things she could usually focus on or think about had lately only been leading her to think in the kind of ways that the Shadow had thought in, or, not any better, what her friends back in Yutagoro would have to say about them.
At the end of the school day, after the classroom had been cleaned up, she found herself staring at where Sato Kei used to sit, and it started up again.
That's where you saw that corpse, when all of this started. However it started. Wouldn't things have been better off if none of this Paradise stuff ever happened?
But it happened and it's still happening. Could it have been prevented?
No, whatever's causing this is...who even knows?
Seiji-san knows. Oh, baseball practice is going to be so weird from now on. Maybe he won't show up--but then you won't have enough people in the outfield.
Listen to yourself. More concerned about your baseball game than anything else. Is that the kind of person you are?
"Ugh." She slumped over on her desk. If only she could go back to not thinking. But that had been a mistake. Maybe just a temporary distraction to break the cycle would be okay. She propped her head up with her hands, looking for one. The day's work had only just ended and most of the class was still around, including one Sonozaki Renju nearby--not exactly a fitting distraction from Paradise woes. Smiles or no smiles, though, Toshimi felt obligated to be polite at the very least. She waved a small wave and nodded, "Afternoon."