Michiru Kaioh (![]() ![]() @ 2008-08-09 08:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 10, michiru kaioh, sailor neptune, tyler johnson |
♦Who: Michiru and Tyler
♦When: Day 10, morning
♦What: Annoyances
♦Where: The Restaurant
♦Rating: PG-13 to be safe
♦Status: Complete
Michiru hadn't slept for more than maybe two hours, and then it had only been out of sheer exhaustion. Finally she'd gotten a shower and dressed, figuring she might as well. The storm was still raging outside, which didn't help her mood any. She tried to read a little. The Planet had been very helpful in providing a nice selection of books, but she felt to restless to really get into any of them. She'd tried sketching, but the only things she could seem to draw were things that reminded her of Haruka. Finally in frustration she tossed the sketchbook and pencils in a conveniently provided waterproof bag and found the umbrella she's acquired yesterday. It was this room. It was too perfect an imitation of home. Everything brought back memories, but she still didn't have the heart to change anything.
She was going out. If she remembered correctly, the restaurant wasn't that far from her room. She could get a light breakfast and maybe chase away the memories for a bit. She carefully made her way down to the main doors, and carefully surveyed the storm. Like most things, the storm had its ebbs and flows, so she waited until a slightly calmer patch before dashing out into the rain. She felt the water splash around her ankles and tried to ignore the water worming its way down the back of her dress.
Finally she made it, and slipped inside the other building with relief. There didn't seem to be too many other people, which was a blessing. The last thing she really wanted right now was to have to deal with any of her strange fellow residents. She found a seat by the window and ordered a pot of green tea from one of the ever present golems. She took out her sketchbook to try to draw some more, but she found herself staring out the window instead. The rain and wind beat an almost hypnotic pattern of sound that managed to soothe and irritate her at the same time. It was so easy to just get lost in the sound.