@kusuriuriya For A Killer Meeting~
She opens her eyes, quickly, suddenly. Body springs forward from her place of resting, bandaged hand coming to her face, a ringing pain across her entire being meeting her when the body rushed forward to place itself in a sitting position, forcing a rather prolonged moan out of half-destroyed lips. Sleepiness and slight disorientation in deep black eyes soon shifted into confusion, as she looked around herself. She felt her bones shift back into their position, she felt her flesh mending back together. Her clothes nearly ruined. Even some of the hair felt growing back to its appropriate length. She couldn't remember the previous day. Come to think of it, she couldn't quite remember the past week.
A quick look at her hands proved an abundance of blood on both. She wasn't sure if it was hers or someone else. She heard a final crack, as the breeze no longer touched her exposed flesh, covered in newly recovered skin. The woman moves her hand, snapping her jaw back in its place, before moving it slightly. She should be dead. She WANTS to be dead. This amount of pain and injury. So much misery she had forgotten. She'd only gotten to feel the scraps. How sad! She wanted to feel it! She wanted to remember! Why won't she remember!
"Hm?" Her disappointed grimace is visible when she turns to the source of the sound she heard. She finally noticed that she wasn't quite alone. Her face now, again, covered by thick white hair, as only one eye is shown to the observer. The grimace quickly relaxes, switching to a friendly smile. "Good...day? What time is it?"
