The world is a happy blur for Mitsuru, her lids half closed glazed red. Her walk is a bit more like loping along than usual, lips upturned into a content smile. Everything about the Mall seems so wonderful right now, like that shade of red or the brightly decorated Gelato stall, a Jack Frost staring giddily past the array of flavours at her.

It's ( Read more... )

It's late afternoon when Mitsuru arrives home to a napping cat at the doorway, and she lets Chester dash into the room ahead of her. He's quick to whine for food while winding between her legs, so she checks on Shura napping in her pram before feeding the growing cat his meal. Shura's just recently been fed, diaper changed and walked through the ( Read more... )

It's early in the morning when Mitsuru finally feels the comfortable wrappings of her dorm room bed envelope her shivering form, and she rolls into them instinctively for warmth. Her communication methods are still crooked and confusing as per usual when she's in this state, but on at least some levels she shows signs of recognition already.

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Mitsuru Kirijo is a nobody.

Perhaps, at one time, she was somebody. When Father was alive, when Mother was alive. Even when Grandfather was alive, she had been somebody or something. A test subject, a failure, a temporary success- she had been all of those things to him. The people here firmly believe she is nothing though, scum as common as a ( Read more... )

She's reaching for heaven with ragged, bone thin fingers.

( Scratch and Sniff )

( meme )

[Brief explanation: The logs posted throughout this journal will (for now) detail parts of Mitsuru's time returned to her world. OOC commenting is welcome, obviously IC  commenting wouldn't make any sense. Any RPing until the end of the logs should be considered to take place before her canon return.]

( Welcoming Party )

Mitsuru's been passing by her door lately, like an adult past an old childhood home.

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She shivers, goosebumps sharp on her skin and and scraping the unyielding, blinding white beneath her. One of her uncontrollably shaking fingers brushes the grout of the tiles as she scrambles to her hands, only to find the world skipping- like a scratched disc, reversing, and her finger still scraping against the grout ( Read more... )

Give me a character or two with a one word prompt, and I'll write you exactly one sentence OR a drabble inspired by that word starring that character/those characters that you request.

I'd rather keep to SMTDR characters, but I don't really care as long as it's P3 or P4 characters. And uh yeah, this is shamelessly stolen from everyone.