Post by Koxio on May 24, 2015 17:39:29 GMT -5
Who: Jaxan and whomever
Where: Fourth floor hallways
When: 2 days after Kura's Execution
What: I can't bother to explain
[[ also, I'm honestly really out of shape when it comes to writing atm so forgive me if this sounds like it came from a 2 year olds' imagination ]]
What even was alive on this boat, anymore? Love? No, that was gone ages ago. Humans? Well, yeah - but the thing is, most of the students still walking on the boat were dreading the fact of being alive. Not that anybody could blame them, given the situation.
Oh. That's right. There was actually one thing that was still on the boat, beside all of the students, and ruling them all. No, not the piano, not the empty dorm rooms...
The feeling of guilt and despair was upon them, because they were alive and everybody who was dead, was, were, dead.
And that was exactly how, my friends, Jaxan Tokyo was feeling at the moment. Sitting in one of the fourth floor hallways of this goddamned boat, feeling quite awful and, well, shitty.
The girl glanced up at the blank hallway before her, dully noting the color of the walls. It had been such a long time since she had talked to anybody. It had been such a long time since she'd woken up on the boat. It had been such a long time since she'd done anything, really. In fact, if she remembered correctly in her rather jumbled up brain, it had been around one day since she'd move from her spot in the hallway. The girl let out a choked laugh at that, her laugh sounding choked up. Try as she might, the actress wouldn't even be able to do what she had been doing her whole life - she wouldn't even be able to act a laugh.
The girl sighed, looking at the ground again, as if she was too tired to keep eye level with the wall anymore.
"Man..." she said faintly, noting how her voice had certainly dropped from it's original, cheerful tone. From cheerful to dull and lifeless.
Oh, the pure, raw, irony. Just like everybody at the beginning. They were all cheerful. And then - bam. Some people died. Dull and lifeless. Just like her - although she was alive, but embracing death.
She blinked, realizing how much she'd changed over her utter delightful "vacation" on this brilliant cruise ship sailing who-the-hell-knows-where. Her skin had gotten at least one tone paler, the highlights in her hair were almost gone completely, and there were shadows under her eyes.
Another faked, forced laugh escaped her dry lips. "...I almost seem like I'm acting, don't I? ...Funny, huh? All this time I've been acting that I've been happy, I think. I'm not sure myself. There...there was always a voice at the back of my head, saying, this isn't an act. This is reality. And...right now I'm not acting." she sighed, shaking her head.
"There I go again, talking to myself..." The girl bit her lip and fell silent.
Where: Fourth floor hallways
When: 2 days after Kura's Execution
What: I can't bother to explain
[[ also, I'm honestly really out of shape when it comes to writing atm so forgive me if this sounds like it came from a 2 year olds' imagination ]]
What even was alive on this boat, anymore? Love? No, that was gone ages ago. Humans? Well, yeah - but the thing is, most of the students still walking on the boat were dreading the fact of being alive. Not that anybody could blame them, given the situation.
Oh. That's right. There was actually one thing that was still on the boat, beside all of the students, and ruling them all. No, not the piano, not the empty dorm rooms...
The feeling of guilt and despair was upon them, because they were alive and everybody who was dead, was, were, dead.
And that was exactly how, my friends, Jaxan Tokyo was feeling at the moment. Sitting in one of the fourth floor hallways of this goddamned boat, feeling quite awful and, well, shitty.
The girl glanced up at the blank hallway before her, dully noting the color of the walls. It had been such a long time since she had talked to anybody. It had been such a long time since she'd woken up on the boat. It had been such a long time since she'd done anything, really. In fact, if she remembered correctly in her rather jumbled up brain, it had been around one day since she'd move from her spot in the hallway. The girl let out a choked laugh at that, her laugh sounding choked up. Try as she might, the actress wouldn't even be able to do what she had been doing her whole life - she wouldn't even be able to act a laugh.
The girl sighed, looking at the ground again, as if she was too tired to keep eye level with the wall anymore.
"Man..." she said faintly, noting how her voice had certainly dropped from it's original, cheerful tone. From cheerful to dull and lifeless.
Oh, the pure, raw, irony. Just like everybody at the beginning. They were all cheerful. And then - bam. Some people died. Dull and lifeless. Just like her - although she was alive, but embracing death.
She blinked, realizing how much she'd changed over her utter delightful "vacation" on this brilliant cruise ship sailing who-the-hell-knows-where. Her skin had gotten at least one tone paler, the highlights in her hair were almost gone completely, and there were shadows under her eyes.
Another faked, forced laugh escaped her dry lips. "...I almost seem like I'm acting, don't I? ...Funny, huh? All this time I've been acting that I've been happy, I think. I'm not sure myself. There...there was always a voice at the back of my head, saying, this isn't an act. This is reality. And...right now I'm not acting." she sighed, shaking her head.
"There I go again, talking to myself..." The girl bit her lip and fell silent.