Vingt-Et-Un † myself in the reflection that i must not meet
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[1. Mayfield High - Hallways. It started after lunchtime. It's still during break while she's making her way to the faculty office, when she starts hearing things that should not be there. Eyes wide and suddenly stopping dead in her tracks, she promptly drops all the papers and folders that she was carrying in her arms. ...Well, it's more accurate to say that she just stopped holding them all of a sudden, her gaze now frozen on the floor. She's not moving, either. ...Did she just bump into someone too, or was that also just her imagination? Left like that, she'll eventually look back up after a few seconds, but her face will remain expressionless, as if paralyzed in incomprehensible shock.
2. Mayfield High - Faculty office. So she finally managed to shrug it off. ...Hah. This can't be possible, not here, not now. Despite knowing that something must be inherently wrong for her to have seen and heard what she thought she did, she still managed to recover, and decided to brush it off.
It's starting to prove to be a big mistake. A red ink pen in her right hand and clutching her head in her left, she's desperately trying to focus on correcting before--
snap
The pen breaks into two. The ink splatters all over the paper that she was looking over and stains in crimson the sleeve to her white blouse.]
--Ah...
[3. Church ; Evening. The inside is empty today. Actually, all lights from the building are completely out, like a store after closing hours despite the fact that it's not really late yet. More odd however would be the feel of a suddenly oppressive atmosphere that grows stronger the more one would decide to head towards the back, around the building from outside. It can't be explained, but it's unnerving. Not hostile, but heavy and uncomfortable enough that it should be able to convince most people to just directly turn back and go home. This is uptown Mayfield, not some abandoned mansion with a ghost story attached to it...! And really, what could possibly be there to investigate, especially when clearly something terribly wrong is infecting the whole town again?
4. Streets ; Night. It's not unusual for Ciel to be out at night, considering that it's part of her daily routine. In complete contrast to her patrols when she's clad in her habits and jumping roofs however, she's in white and walking quite slowly on ground level. Not wearing her glasses and being barefooted, she's dressed in a simple long-sleeved white night gown that reaches her ankle. It could easily be mistaken for sleepwalking, if one could overlook the sheer lifelessness of it - it's as if she's a trapped and lost ghost who couldn't move on. The cold didn't seem to bother her either, and she would occasionally stop in random intervals to look around. But after a few seconds, her head'll drop again and she'll continues to walk.]
((OOC: Trigger warning for tagging #3; might lead to blood, gore, and self-mutilation.))
[1. Mayfield High - Hallways. It started after lunchtime. It's still during break while she's making her way to the faculty office, when she starts hearing things that should not be there. Eyes wide and suddenly stopping dead in her tracks, she promptly drops all the papers and folders that she was carrying in her arms. ...Well, it's more accurate to say that she just stopped holding them all of a sudden, her gaze now frozen on the floor. She's not moving, either. ...Did she just bump into someone too, or was that also just her imagination? Left like that, she'll eventually look back up after a few seconds, but her face will remain expressionless, as if paralyzed in incomprehensible shock.
2. Mayfield High - Faculty office. So she finally managed to shrug it off. ...Hah. This can't be possible, not here, not now. Despite knowing that something must be inherently wrong for her to have seen and heard what she thought she did, she still managed to recover, and decided to brush it off.
It's starting to prove to be a big mistake. A red ink pen in her right hand and clutching her head in her left, she's desperately trying to focus on correcting before--
snap
The pen breaks into two. The ink splatters all over the paper that she was looking over and stains in crimson the sleeve to her white blouse.]
--Ah...
[3. Church ; Evening. The inside is empty today. Actually, all lights from the building are completely out, like a store after closing hours despite the fact that it's not really late yet. More odd however would be the feel of a suddenly oppressive atmosphere that grows stronger the more one would decide to head towards the back, around the building from outside. It can't be explained, but it's unnerving. Not hostile, but heavy and uncomfortable enough that it should be able to convince most people to just directly turn back and go home. This is uptown Mayfield, not some abandoned mansion with a ghost story attached to it...! And really, what could possibly be there to investigate, especially when clearly something terribly wrong is infecting the whole town again?
4. Streets ; Night. It's not unusual for Ciel to be out at night, considering that it's part of her daily routine. In complete contrast to her patrols when she's clad in her habits and jumping roofs however, she's in white and walking quite slowly on ground level. Not wearing her glasses and being barefooted, she's dressed in a simple long-sleeved white night gown that reaches her ankle. It could easily be mistaken for sleepwalking, if one could overlook the sheer lifelessness of it - it's as if she's a trapped and lost ghost who couldn't move on. The cold didn't seem to bother her either, and she would occasionally stop in random intervals to look around. But after a few seconds, her head'll drop again and she'll continues to walk.]
((OOC: Trigger warning for tagging #3; might lead to blood, gore, and self-mutilation.))