revengeisalie: (Highway to hell.)
[The recording flickers on with a bit of static and goes on to show Rin's face. She's silent for a moment, fingers flitting irregularly over the screen. It zooms in for a close-up, enough to see tiny, faint scars marring her slightly tanned face. There's a hint of a smirk on her lips.]

Time for me to shine.

Okay. [The picture zooms out again, and she clears her throat, staring directly into the camera with a challenging look.]

Anyone out there got unfinished business with me? Go on, come out of the woodwork. Wouldn't want to keep you waiting any longer. And if this bitch has been bothering you... well, no better time to say it.

(OOC: IN THE AFTERNOON, Rin has been scrubbing the kitchen sink, and the result is her reflection pulling her into Shadow City and installing her glorious self in the kirin stall apartment. This Rin is a good deal more selfish than the one we know, and has a very definite ruthless side to her. She doesn't mind stepping on toes or destroying lives to satisfy her own needs -- she's that side of Rin which swore revenge two three years ago, amplified a lot.)
revengeisalie: (I did it.)
[A small cell with a signifantly smaller window which only lets in spare light. Huddled in a showdy corner beneath said window is Rin, breathing heavily and irregularly, eyes diluted.]

... hnngh. I get it.

[Her voice is quiet and a little shaky at the beginning, but then becomes steady as her breathing calms down.]

You won't let me out of here, right? Not before I do what you want, before I say the words you want, before...

Well. I plead guilty, I do. I can say that. There's... [She has her eyes downcast.]

... there's blood on my hands, no denying that.

However. Half those cases turned out to be something of self-defense, and Renzō...

If Renzō wants to judge me for what I did, that's his due right. I'll grant that to him... and him only.

I am not going to give up myself or my freedom to anyone else for this.

[Now, she's looking directly at the camera. There's a flicker in her eyes that says she's noticed that it's recording.]

Because there are things that are more important to me.

(OOC: Been psychologically bombarded with an ever-rewinding replay of Anotsu telling her he's doing it all for grandpa, with the occasional memory of mommy dearest thrown in for good measure. \o/ Will escape later on today.)

三十八

May. 13th, 2009 07:04 pm
revengeisalie: (At the crossroad.)
So Adrastus went back to his mother. Hmmm.

I know I've been absent the last days. I've been thinking. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the best of times. Stupid. Had I been more diligent, I could've seen more of Adrastus' messages. What little I've grasped sort of makes sense in conjunction with the appearance of his mother: "the womb is quick", "hear the beat", "it weeps", "her teeth". What's the "beat", though? If it were to be the ticking... there's a piece missing there, or several. But that would have been absurdly easy.

I'll just keep it in mind and see if it's information that will be useful someday. As long as the situation has returned to what goes for "normal" here, things are quite alright after all.

In the meantime, a conclusion at least: I won't be leading a half-assed life here any longer. If I'm here to stay, that would not be a good way to live. I won't be as brash as I've been just recently, that was - that was just reckless.

Maybe "living my life fully" also means realizing this - where my boundaries are. That's what it all comes back to - boundaries. Things that can be done and things that can't, and those it would make sense to strive toward. Or those places where you have to say: it's enough. Here is where it stops.

... a day in honor of mothers. I like that.

(OOC: Rin has been slinking about the City being not terribly subtle, looking for some clues, but will not talk about it unless asked.)
revengeisalie: (Still protect my vow.)
[A deep intake of breath.]

Since... since this morning - since I woke up, in fact -

I couldn't stop thinking about this. And I feel - I feel that I have to talk about it. I don't know what else to do. It's some kind of urge, something that tells me it will get better if I just talk about it. As if that would ever help. Make things right. Hah. A strange feeling, because I thought, that... maybe, I was finally starting to get over it. Starting to deal. I'm sure it wasn't hurting this much anymore.

So, fellow citizens of the City, I'm sorry to bore you with this old story, but -- anyway.

You see, what I'm talking about is this:

On my fourteenth birthday, in the evening, my father didn't come home early - he'd promised to, you see, because it was my birthday, and he'd sworn to have free time for his daughter who was growing up - and when he did come, he... he was bleeding. He told my mother and me to run, but we were too confused, and we wouldn't leave him behind. That's when they came; twenty men, swordsmen, from the Ittō-ryū sword school more a gang really under the leadership of Anotsu Kagehisa.

... hnnn. [Sniffles a little, then takes another breath.]

Well. To make a long story short, they killed my father, and... did something horrible to my mother, whom I never saw again.

Today I know that she's dead as well.

And to this day, I still don't get it. Did they really have to pay with their lives?

Father simply ran a sword school and led an otherwise peaceful life. With us. His family. Mother and me.

...

Mother, Father...

(OOC: Yes. This is just the curse for Rin. Extreme onslaught of mourning is extreme. EDIT: And I just realized I posted this at early morning time in Poly. Uhm. Pretend it wasn't quite so early? :D;;)

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