revengeisalie: (Her brain works in odd ways.)
[Sometimes, the library gives you very odd things, and other times, very rarely, it gives you just what you need.

That's right, Rin is at the library. She's walking around, gaze darting to and fro with an almost nervous air. Whenever she meets a person, she backpedals just a little. Slung tightly into her arms is a bunch of books, and she's taking care to cover their titles with her limbs and clothing. Still, an attentive eye might maybe catch a glimpse -- but oh!

Now she seems to have found out where she wants to go. She's retreating into the desolate areas of the building, where no one else cares to sit. There is no table there, but a lone chair next to a window. Rin shoots a last look to the left and one to the right, then she turns the chair around so that it faces the window, sits down and puts the books down on the windowsill.

Revealed is the title of the book at the top, which reads: "Sex For The Clueless - An Illustrated Step-By-Step Guide On How To Please Your Partner". Make no mistake: Rin is doing research.]

(OOC: Awkward teen time is GO. Feel free to stumble upon her at the library.)
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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「浅野 凜」 Asano Rin

February 2016



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