fandomhighdorms | Outside the Dorms; Early Saturday Morning (around 1 am)

Scissors flew in Sakurazaki's hand, slicing through the clean white paper in sharp, angry cuts. Her dolls would be particularlly angular tonight. She really couldn't help it; so many emotions fueled her as she knelt in the grass in the most secluded spot she could find. Anger, worry, heartbreak...fear. Fear was the most palpable. She knew coming here would be a bad idea.

The third doll finished, she sighed, taking a deep breath. No, she reminded herself. I can't lose my focus. This is too important!

Quickly, she scrawled names over the back of the papers; she set them before her in the grass, still slightly damp from the other night's drizzle. The paper slowly speckled dark. She pulled out her stones, set them all around the dolls, and began to chant, arms moving slowly, precicely with her movements. Then, she thrust her hand forward, two fingers up, the others folded, and clearly pronounced the word. "Om!"

Sakurazaki was, from that moment on, not using her body. Her brain and heart still worked toward what she was accomplishing to aid in something halfway across the world, her lips still moving with silent incantations, her brow still furrowed with her anger and fear. Yet, so still was she against the trunk of that tree, that no one would notice her, which was good. As if strange magical ceremonies in the middle of the night weren't reason enough to probably earn her instant ostricization, she didn't want anyone to know the fact that, while she was not technically there, her eyes still cried.

[[OOC: no interaction; just here to fill in a gap. I had intentions of posting this last night, but there were OMFG!Crisis!es at work and with a friend.]]