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fandomhighdorms2006-07-14 01:29 am
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Puffin Living Room; Late Thursday Night.
The moment that Sakurazaki thought of taking flight after leaving Ranma-chan, there were no other thoughts about it. Because she'd decided that she would. The pain didn't even touch her as she pulled her wings out; they shot from her back so quickly that there was probably bleeding. That didn't matter, either. The second they were ready, she sprung from the ground. They beat furiously against the air, against her back. She closed her eyes against the wind as she launched herself toward the sky. Her destination was well past Puffin cabin. It was well past the island. Her destination was simply as far as her feathered appendages would allow her to go.
By the time she had returned, it was already dark, stars peeking from the few spots among the heavy clouds like thoughts of unblinking, judging eyes. Sakurazaki had accomplished nothing more than exhausting herself. She had no answers, no sense of closure, no feel of acceptance. She couldn't accept this; she just couldn't! Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to happen now?
Needless to say, when she entered the cabin, rather mindless of her wings so they banged against the doorframe, disturbed the curtain to her alcove more than necissary, she made a small ruckus. It was hard not to just want to throw things at the wall, scream out her frustration, now that she was back on land and the distraction of flying was gone. But she was looking for something in particular. Her camcorder. She had footage she needed to delete. There was no sense in keeping blackmail footage if the person she was going to jokingly blackmail wasn't going to exist anymore...
Camera in hand, Sakurazaki storms to the living room. The room may be big enough to hold a host of people, but her wings were still cramped by the low ceiling. Still, her back was so sore from her reckless use of them that it would be far too painful to put them away right now. The only way for her to manage comfortably was to perch herself on the back of the couch, her wings working as excellent balances, and set about deleting the footage.
It was slightly thereputic. But having to look at it only made her want to cry. She still needed more distraction. Carefully, she creeps up to the television, quickly managing the right cords to hook the video camera up to the television. What remained was her footage of birds. Especially those crows. She kept going back to the crows. Perched back on the couch, arms wrapped around herself, hair dangling over her shoulders limply (she's lost her ponytail holder somewhere, a particularly strong gust of wind) and wings twitching as the soft glow of the television washed her pale skin out exceptionally well, the footage couldn't help to stop her from crying. But at least it was just the tears sliding mindlessly down her cheeks instead of the curl-up-in-the-corner bawling she felt she could accomplish quite well at the moment.
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kitty__fetish, although it would make sense if any other fellow Puffin-ers were woken by all the ruckus she makes]]
By the time she had returned, it was already dark, stars peeking from the few spots among the heavy clouds like thoughts of unblinking, judging eyes. Sakurazaki had accomplished nothing more than exhausting herself. She had no answers, no sense of closure, no feel of acceptance. She couldn't accept this; she just couldn't! Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to happen now?
Needless to say, when she entered the cabin, rather mindless of her wings so they banged against the doorframe, disturbed the curtain to her alcove more than necissary, she made a small ruckus. It was hard not to just want to throw things at the wall, scream out her frustration, now that she was back on land and the distraction of flying was gone. But she was looking for something in particular. Her camcorder. She had footage she needed to delete. There was no sense in keeping blackmail footage if the person she was going to jokingly blackmail wasn't going to exist anymore...
Camera in hand, Sakurazaki storms to the living room. The room may be big enough to hold a host of people, but her wings were still cramped by the low ceiling. Still, her back was so sore from her reckless use of them that it would be far too painful to put them away right now. The only way for her to manage comfortably was to perch herself on the back of the couch, her wings working as excellent balances, and set about deleting the footage.
It was slightly thereputic. But having to look at it only made her want to cry. She still needed more distraction. Carefully, she creeps up to the television, quickly managing the right cords to hook the video camera up to the television. What remained was her footage of birds. Especially those crows. She kept going back to the crows. Perched back on the couch, arms wrapped around herself, hair dangling over her shoulders limply (she's lost her ponytail holder somewhere, a particularly strong gust of wind) and wings twitching as the soft glow of the television washed her pale skin out exceptionally well, the footage couldn't help to stop her from crying. But at least it was just the tears sliding mindlessly down her cheeks instead of the curl-up-in-the-corner bawling she felt she could accomplish quite well at the moment.
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kitty__fetish, although it would make sense if any other fellow Puffin-ers were woken by all the ruckus she makes]]