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thecapitol2015-08-26 11:28 pm
alittleknightmusic) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-26 11:28 pm
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The Distraction of an Everyday Routine (OPEN)
Who| Sayaka Miki and YOU!
What| Bludgeoning Innocent Training Dummies / Wandering Around
Where| Training Centre / The Concert Hall
When| Wednesday Afternoon
Warnings/Notes| None that I can think of!
A. The Gymnasium
Thunk.
The sword slams into the dummy with a weird kind of finesse, driven by determination rather than any sort of skill. Sayaka teeters off-balance for a moment, then rights herself and swings again.
Thunk.
She's been at this pretty much since she woke up and found out what she was here for. Even after her hosts had politely come in at lunchtime and told her that refreshments could be found in her suite and she really ought to take a break, Sayaka had kept swinging away determinedly. They'd told her she had free run of the city, but she couldn't think of anything she'd enjoy doing - not here, in a city she'd never even heard of before, alone. She had to admit that the thought of the music hall had tugged at her heartstrings a little, but there was no point upsetting herself.
Thunk.
A crescendo began to build in her heart. 'This world doesn't need me,' that's what she'd said. Maybe it really didn't. Her grip on the sword tightened. Un-needed in her own world, unwilling to participate in this one. She really was useless.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
This time, when she teetered off-balance, Sayaka doesn't manage to pull herself back up again. The sword clatters to the ground with an embarrassing clatter. She leaves it laying there and just stares at the dummy, her eyes hollow, her chest heaving.
"I'm really no good at this." She mumbles between breaths, and then, a little louder: "What am I even doing here?"
B. Outside the Concert Hall
She really was a fool. Had her feet led her this way all by themselves, or had her foolish head directed them? Either way, here she was, stood seething outside the Capitol Concert Hall.
She should go, Sayaka thinks, looking around for some escape, but then the orchestra starts up, and the music is so beautiful, and so unfamiliar, that she can't help but listen. Even through the walls of the concert hall, she can make out the melody. She sits herself down on a nearby bench, closes her eyes, and listens to the opening notes.
She can't help it - she wonders what Kyousuke would think of all this, and soon her eyes are welling up with tears. She wipes them away on the sleeve of her shirt, and tries her best not to draw the attention of the milling crowds.
She didn't want to cry, but she'd been doing a lot of things she didn't really want to lately.
What| Bludgeoning Innocent Training Dummies / Wandering Around
Where| Training Centre / The Concert Hall
When| Wednesday Afternoon
Warnings/Notes| None that I can think of!
A. The Gymnasium
Thunk.
The sword slams into the dummy with a weird kind of finesse, driven by determination rather than any sort of skill. Sayaka teeters off-balance for a moment, then rights herself and swings again.
Thunk.
She's been at this pretty much since she woke up and found out what she was here for. Even after her hosts had politely come in at lunchtime and told her that refreshments could be found in her suite and she really ought to take a break, Sayaka had kept swinging away determinedly. They'd told her she had free run of the city, but she couldn't think of anything she'd enjoy doing - not here, in a city she'd never even heard of before, alone. She had to admit that the thought of the music hall had tugged at her heartstrings a little, but there was no point upsetting herself.
Thunk.
A crescendo began to build in her heart. 'This world doesn't need me,' that's what she'd said. Maybe it really didn't. Her grip on the sword tightened. Un-needed in her own world, unwilling to participate in this one. She really was useless.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
This time, when she teetered off-balance, Sayaka doesn't manage to pull herself back up again. The sword clatters to the ground with an embarrassing clatter. She leaves it laying there and just stares at the dummy, her eyes hollow, her chest heaving.
"I'm really no good at this." She mumbles between breaths, and then, a little louder: "What am I even doing here?"
B. Outside the Concert Hall
She really was a fool. Had her feet led her this way all by themselves, or had her foolish head directed them? Either way, here she was, stood seething outside the Capitol Concert Hall.
She should go, Sayaka thinks, looking around for some escape, but then the orchestra starts up, and the music is so beautiful, and so unfamiliar, that she can't help but listen. Even through the walls of the concert hall, she can make out the melody. She sits herself down on a nearby bench, closes her eyes, and listens to the opening notes.
She can't help it - she wonders what Kyousuke would think of all this, and soon her eyes are welling up with tears. She wipes them away on the sleeve of her shirt, and tries her best not to draw the attention of the milling crowds.
She didn't want to cry, but she'd been doing a lot of things she didn't really want to lately.
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She stands, rummaging around in the pile of training swords before holding one out to the other girl. "Use this one. It's lighter than the one you were practising with, so you'll be able to be more agile with it."
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She took the sword with a mumbled "Thanks." It does seem a lot lighter than the cutlass she'd initially picked out, but it's not at all familiar. Sayaka moves her hand into the same position as earlier, and tries a few practice swings.
"Is this...right?" It doesn't feel right. Sayaka tries to imagine this reedy sword slicing through a witch's armour, and comes up short. Maybe there's something she's missing.
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