Post by Persephone Touzoko on Oct 7, 2010 17:41:39 GMT -5
Persephone sat in her normal spot atop a broken roller coaster, clearly in deep thought. She just seemed to have too much on her mind lately. The letter from Nana and the encounter with creepy-psycho-puppet-master-child were enough to begin with, especially when added onto her old uncertainties. And for the first time, Persephone was starting to feel the slighest bit in over her head (although she'd never admit to that).
She didn't like feeling unable to handle things. Honestly, it was somewhat of a foreign feeling- for Persephone had always assumed she indestructable... immortal even. She had no sense of life or death (at least when it applied to herself) and really didn't care to develope one. She really needed to get a handle on things again before she got more frustrated. Because then Persephone would soon blow up and nearly kill someone. She wasn't quite ready to go to jail for murder yet. If she lived that long. There was no telling what Hana would try to pull on her, or anyone else for that matter. The girl was a killer...
Persephone sighed from her place atop the roller coaster, closing her eyes to the midday sun. After a moment she reached into her pocket and pulled out the a heavily creased sheet of paper, one that had appeared to have been folded and unfolded time and time again. Persephone opened, reading the hastily scribbled sentence with the smallest of scowls.
Remember: Flowers bloom best in spring.
Beneath it was a neat pen-and-ink sketch of something Persephone (due to her mother's obession with flowers) had immediatly recognized as a dahlia. Persephone huffed, crumpling the letter into a ball and throwing it in a random direction. Hopefully it hit someone. Hard.
She didn't like feeling unable to handle things. Honestly, it was somewhat of a foreign feeling- for Persephone had always assumed she indestructable... immortal even. She had no sense of life or death (at least when it applied to herself) and really didn't care to develope one. She really needed to get a handle on things again before she got more frustrated. Because then Persephone would soon blow up and nearly kill someone. She wasn't quite ready to go to jail for murder yet. If she lived that long. There was no telling what Hana would try to pull on her, or anyone else for that matter. The girl was a killer...
Persephone sighed from her place atop the roller coaster, closing her eyes to the midday sun. After a moment she reached into her pocket and pulled out the a heavily creased sheet of paper, one that had appeared to have been folded and unfolded time and time again. Persephone opened, reading the hastily scribbled sentence with the smallest of scowls.
Remember: Flowers bloom best in spring.
Beneath it was a neat pen-and-ink sketch of something Persephone (due to her mother's obession with flowers) had immediatly recognized as a dahlia. Persephone huffed, crumpling the letter into a ball and throwing it in a random direction. Hopefully it hit someone. Hard.
