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If we roleplay:
1. Don’t apologize for being late/slow with replies.
2. Take all of the time you need. Days, weeks, months, doesn’t matter. Don’t put yourself under stress because of such pointless things.
3. Your personal life out of character along with your health are the most important. If you drop a thread/conversation/whatever, it’s alright. Just stay safe and take care.
"Watch where you’re going." ( Get it? Get iiit? )
When her caretaker shoves her white cane in her hands and tells her to put it to good use, Sakura’s really got no choice. It’s been sitting in the corner of her room or in her backpack, but it’s been collecting dust either way and the older woman doesn’t like that. Not that she really cared about what her caretaker didn’t like, but she abides by the demand anyway because she’s genuinely a good girl(and not to mention the woman was kind of pissing her off right now). So with her usual backpack neatly strapped on her shoulders and her cane in hand, she walks out the door with a displeased grimace and an audible list of pre-ordered things from the grocery store. Sakura doesn’t like her cane—scratch that—she hates it. It’s a relatively bothersome thing to carry around everywhere: it was heavy, it took up too much space, and it literally defined who she was. It’s useful, in its own way—sure, but it gets her unwanted attention and garners her more than enough curious and judgemental looks her way. Plus, she has a strange tendency to knock against passing people’s ankles, so that alone was a validated reason to why she shouldn’t be swinging her stick around the streets. And there was always the fear that she’d accidentally smack someone in the head with the end of her cane(probably unlikely, but the possibility is still there). But like the way she didn’t care about what Chiharu thought, her caretaker didn’t either. It’s not long until she feels like she’s walked a considerable distance away from home, and there was no way her caretaker would be stalking after her, so she folds up her cane and sticks it back it its rightful place—her backpack. A few steps after she puts away her guide, she abruptly collides into something, or rather someone, and a split second thought rushes through her mind that maybe she should’ve at least kept the stick out until she reached the supermarket. There’s a string of words that come from the unfortunate person she crashed into and it sounds much harsher than it really should. She’s grown accustomed to hearing it at this point, but it still leaves a sour sting and an urge to cry(hell, she’s still a kid so she can cry all she wants). It shouldn’t mean a thing, but it does without reason and she can’t help but visibly shrink at the four, simple words. “A—Ah.” She doesn’t really know what to say that’ll possibly make her feel better about this whole situation right now, but she figures whatever stutter-y, superficial apology she comes up with will work(she’ll still probably reflect and mope about it home, though). “Sorry, I… uhm—I didn’t exactly see you.. uh—see.. you there.”
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August 7, 2014 - Thursday 12:32 PM Hello ヽ(* ‘ー’)ﾉ LINE’s AKB48 stamps are now on sale ♪ Everyone, have you checked them out？？ I was made into a stamp ( ﾟдﾟ) It feels really strange！ I’m really happy that I was made into stamps thanks to all of you ♥︎ I’d be happy if you used them a lot！ Sakura sake! [T.N. - Sakura, bloom] 7:27 PM Good evening! My grandma sent one of the LINE stamps to me and I got kind of embarrassed! But, I discovered something! Is the outfit that I’m wearing in the LINE stamp, the same outfit that I wore to that handshake event?? A white blouse with a blue-checked skirt and pink beach sandals, it must be this outfit! If that’s the case, then I’m happy that they reproduced it with such small details included ♥︎ Even though it’s an extremely depressing stamp *laughs* Sakura sake! 11:59 PM Something exciting is about to happen!!! Sakura sake!
Of course there’s no key. Why did she even think that was a possibility to begin with? There’s a sigh rolling off her tongue, a deep, helpless one; a sigh that indicates that she has absolutely no idea how to get out of this rather ridiculous and impossible situation.
If only she knew how they got into this in the first place.
“That’s unsettling…” Rina breathes and wiggles her hand a little bit, but it doesn’t do much help; the cuff is solid around her wrist, locked around it in a sure state and she taps her chin with a finger lightly. “I guess we should first look for a switch? So at least we could see something,” she suggests, waiting for a reply that either agrees with her or refuses the idea (something Rina assuredly believes the other won’t do).
“Do you have any recollection of what happened or why we woke up handcuffed?” Another senseless question leaving her lips, to which she already knows the answer by the time she asks and yet, the hope sparking up inside doesn’t allow her to avoid questioning anyway; maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason for this situation that the other knows about.
“Uhm, anyway…” Rina suddenly speaks up, her free head rising up to scratch at the nape of her neck. “I’m Rina, Kawaei Rina. Don’t worry I’m just a normal girl in case you’re wondering who the hell you’ve been tied to—like, I’m not some sort of criminal or something, as far as I know so that’s probably not the reason for the handcuffs.” A light, but awkward chuckle escapes her as she tries to lighten up the rather frustrated mood – something she obviously can’t blame –, hoping that it would help. Perhaps if they converse more that is at least helpful, no?
“How about you? Are you a criminal of some sorts?”
A lot of things run through Sakura's mind about now and she's lost track of what she was thinking about last: was it her dog or the possibly life-threatening matter she somehow got herself into? She doesn't bother with it anymore; there were more important things to think about. Like.. how was her dog doing?
Hell, she shouldn't even be caring about her dog right now.
"Okay." There's a certain reluctance in her words, but she ends up agreeing anyways because she obviously couldn't come up with anything better. "Let's do that." Not like finding a switch would benefit her in any way, but at this point, she kind of has to depend on the other girl(who, hopefully, was a normally sighted person) to at least have a chance to get out of the handcuffs. "No... uhm, sorry." Sakura tries her best not to break down crying or something childish like that, but there's a heavy shadow of dread that constantly presses down on her shoulders and she can't help but to let out a very small, but very audible whimper. This whole problem at hand seemed a whole lot more serious than it was before and for someone like her, who clearly is incapable of helping herself, it's terrifying. But... she's ought to suck it up and be mature about it(as much as she could for being a sixteen year old)—she wasn't the only one stuck like this with no explanation. "Kawaei," she repeats quietly, the name feeling funny on the tongue, but nonetheless making her feel a bit better. The girl—whose colour was now tacked as Kawaei Rina—didn't sound one bit dangerous, but literally anyone can seem like that at first(well, to her). There's a slither of hesitation as she wonders whether to return the favor or keep quiet(something she preferred to do at the moment), but she decides to screw it all in the end. If something bad was bound to happen, at least her name would be out there. Somewhere. "Sak—Sakura. My name is Sakura, and uh, I'm definitely not a—err... criminal." It's almost funny to her, this whole split second thought of her being a criminal—she'd have better a chance of accidentally killing herself rather than getting someone else on purpose anyway.
"Hurry! Run!"
A girl her age should never be out this late—she knows that well enough.It’s an established rule that she should be two feet in her house at promptly six in the afternoon; if she didn’t leave the house that day, then she was required to be in the dining room at exactly the same time. Rules like this were common in her household(back at her hometown and now) and she can’t necessarily disobey them when they were created for her own good in the first place. But it’s half past six and she’s still not home. Sakura’s not entirely sure who to blame for this: herself or the damned thing on her wrist? Her audible watch died a few days prior and she always forgets to tell her caretaker at breakfast because the conversation eventually drifts toward what bread she’d like to eat or which way she’d like her eggs done. And even if she knew the watch was dead, she’d still strap it on for whatever reason and go on with her day like normal until she feels like she’s been out for too long(she also stopped a little girl to ask for the time, but that didn’t matter right now). Technically, all of it leads up to her and she eventually drops the thought; there was no time to start wallowing in guilt—she needed to get home now to spare herself from a harsh ear-tugging and hour long lecture(not to mention her stomach was growling too so it must be time for dinner). A sudden call of frantic words stops her in her tracks and there’s an unusual jolt of panic that crackles down her spine. Maybe it was the urgency in the voice or maybe it was because something terrible was bound to happen to her(or in the presence of her), but her knees lock themselves in place and the only thing she can possibly think of at the moment was why the hell she didn’t stay home today. There, she wouldn’t be stuck in this situation and neither would she have to run—something she preferred not to do when there’s always a possibility she’d run straight into a wall or something else that would result in a broken nose and a few missing teeth. There’s a bit of reluctance at first, but then her legs start moving on their own and it turns out to be an awkward, two left legged jog instead of an actual sprint she was told to do(which was actually kind of really embarrassing). Well, at least she tried and if she were to end up in any trouble, it’s on her.
雨ニモマケズ 雨ん歩へ。
In the big book of The Most Awkward Situations Ever, there probably are quite a handful of scenarios in which Rina has happened to end up in before. (Not that there was really a book like that — then again, almost everything exists today so who knows, not to mention all those lists on the internet…) But it’s obvious that her current situation is something that she has never ever experienced before.
And she’s not sure whether that’s supposed to make her feel victorious or devastated.
“Uhm…” she murmurs the first thing — which, sadly, is really just a sound — that comes to her mind as she lifts up one of her hands, only to see an almost identical one do the same but probably the scariest thing is that the other hand is not hers yet it still does the same thing as hers; of course, all that proves to be logical when she realizes the handcuffs locked around both hands (the source of which she still can’t quite put a finger on).
“So what do you think we should do about this? I presume you don’t have a key?”
The moment Sakura's hand moves by itself(well, that's what she thinks) her spine immediately grows rigid and the only rational thought her mind can process is that this is really, really, really bad. She doesn't recall how exactly she ends up in this predicament and she stops herself before she can even think back to spare herself from an oncoming headache. There's something around her wrist though, she notices, and her other hand comes up to prod at the item which she soon identifies as handcuffs. Too many incomprehensible, panicky thoughts start to clutter her mind, but there was no time to register them when she realizes the strangest thing was not the fact that she was in handcuffs but that there was someone handcuffed to her.
That alone scared her the most. Unfortunately for her, she can't necessarily see who she was locked with and for all she knew, it could've been some escaped convict or at least somebody dangerous of that sort. There's a sudden flicker of crimson when she glances to the side and there are times when Sakura really hates herself for possessing such a bothersome ability—knowing whether someone was feeling down or content didn't exactly make it clear if they meant trouble or not anyway. Pushing away all thoughts about whatever person she was cuffed with, she ends up doing what every other sensible person would do: try to get out. The cuff feels loose around her wrist and she attempts to wriggle her hand out, but the handcuff is smaller than she thought and it gets caught at the joint of her thumb and then she promptly gives up after that(it was actually her only plan and she didn't have any other ideas). Her head cocks to the side as the other begins talking and to her surprise, it's a girl and not some gruff criminal she thought it was. It still doesn't reassure her though(pretty much anyone could be threatening), but she figures that she'd better cooperate if she wanted to get out of this whole ordeal faster. "No, I don't thin—" she cuts herself off once she feels a peculiar doubt gnawing at the back of her mind and she sticks her other hand in her pockets just to make sure. "No, no key."
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BUMP OF CHICKEN (バンプ・オブ・チキン) - You Were Here
