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fandomhighdorms2006-05-13 12:32 pm
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Outside the dorms, later Saturday morning (around 10 am)
The last night excursion had left Sakurazaki passed out in her nice little secluded spot behind the dorms from pure exhaustion. Her jaw hung open, so her mouth probably housed a few spider's eggs, if they hadn't been frightened away by the occational grinding snore. Arms and legs spread akimbo in the grass (thank God again for biker shorts), beside a collected pile of stones. The dolls were gone; Sakurazaki never forgot to dispose of a doll.
The sunlight on a cloudless day wouldn't be enough to wake her, so the sunlight today had no effect on her out-cold self. What did, however, was that wretched ringtone of her phone, repeating and getting louder with each refrain. Slowly, she opened one eye, staring at the treetop while she thought, Who the hell would be calling me...?
She remained prostrate while her hand shuffled through her sachel. She pushed the button; the vibrating contraption relaxed in her hand. "Mushi mushi?" she asked with a drawn out yawn.
One minute later, she was to her feet in red, livid anger. "Nani?" she shrieked, fists clenching. A whole slew of angry flows of bitter Japanese followed....and continued for quite some time. As she shouted into her phone, she moved around in little circles, as if that would help vent her feriocity more.
//"What do you mean, only a test?"// In her anger, her face also paled to that nearly translucent white that domininated her at times of the deepest tragedy. //"No, don't give me this test bullshit. Just tell me more about how it work; Ojou-sama is safe, right? RIGHT? That is all that matters!"//
She paused, listening impatiently to the other end of the phone. //"I can't believe you did this! Do you understand how frightened I was? How worried? And you were testing it? Testing me? No, forget this. You have to send me home, Elder, Negi-sensei. You have to. This was a bad idea, I can just tell. What is that wasn't a test? What if that were real? You can't tell me it would work then! You cannot simulate this sort of situation! Send me home! I cannot protect her from half way across the world!..."//
((OOC: It just kind of continues in kind from there. heh))
[[OOC: Open for interaction, if the super-angry shouts of Japanese don't scare you off the moment you're in the area. hehe]]
The sunlight on a cloudless day wouldn't be enough to wake her, so the sunlight today had no effect on her out-cold self. What did, however, was that wretched ringtone of her phone, repeating and getting louder with each refrain. Slowly, she opened one eye, staring at the treetop while she thought, Who the hell would be calling me...?
She remained prostrate while her hand shuffled through her sachel. She pushed the button; the vibrating contraption relaxed in her hand. "Mushi mushi?" she asked with a drawn out yawn.
One minute later, she was to her feet in red, livid anger. "Nani?" she shrieked, fists clenching. A whole slew of angry flows of bitter Japanese followed....and continued for quite some time. As she shouted into her phone, she moved around in little circles, as if that would help vent her feriocity more.
//"What do you mean, only a test?"// In her anger, her face also paled to that nearly translucent white that domininated her at times of the deepest tragedy. //"No, don't give me this test bullshit. Just tell me more about how it work; Ojou-sama is safe, right? RIGHT? That is all that matters!"//
She paused, listening impatiently to the other end of the phone. //"I can't believe you did this! Do you understand how frightened I was? How worried? And you were testing it? Testing me? No, forget this. You have to send me home, Elder, Negi-sensei. You have to. This was a bad idea, I can just tell. What is that wasn't a test? What if that were real? You can't tell me it would work then! You cannot simulate this sort of situation! Send me home! I cannot protect her from half way across the world!..."//
((OOC: It just kind of continues in kind from there. heh))
[[OOC: Open for interaction, if the super-angry shouts of Japanese don't scare you off the moment you're in the area. hehe]]