#krstarters

[shsl---seamstress]

Suki let out a yelp as the building began to shake, she had been on her way to the kitchen and was caught quite off guard by it, managing to loose her balance and fall right on her butt. When the shaking stopped she looked around a little, noticing that the nearby stairs were no longer blocked, did that mean...? She knew she really go wandering off where she didn't belong but her curiosity got the best of her and the ascent was made to the now open third floor.

She looked around when she got to the top, looking around before deciding to just open one of the nearer ones, she really hoped that she wasn't prohibited from doing so but she just had to know what was going on.

It was a giant closet.

She looked around in awe at all the clothes in there, no expense seemed to have been spared in furnishing it. It was beautiful.

[laepeoarchive]

Quietus; it's gon' be th' best 'f us.

The very words she had written, and rapped, coming back to haunt her. Here she was; her corpse inflicted upon a state of eternal rest. The rapper felt awful--seeing as dying is never really a happy thing--but she felt like a crook; a criminal. She caused the death of one of her friends, even though he had done the same to her.

She had tried to proffer him some sort of informal apology, but he was nowhere to be found. Mikazuki had tried her hardest, but sometimes your hardest simply isn't enough. With a sigh, her posture weakened as she slid down the music room wall--the very room that reminded her of when she was alive--knees pressed against her visage.

There's still somethin' worth fightin' for.

If she was remembering correctly, all students were granted a period of free time to converse with each other; that time being that very moment. She...had 'friends' to interact with, if she even had any that were okay with being called that.

Translucent brown flicked past porcelain every few seconds as Mikazuki hovered; no specific destination in mind. Was there any where to go? If all else failed, she knew that she'd go and lie in his bed for a while, one thing that genuinely cheered her up.

[laepeoarchive]

An evidently distressed Mikazuki can be found; cheeks stained with tears and her figure curled into a ball. It's an odd sight--a vulgar, narcissistic rapper crying in the middle of the of the music room--but she has other things to care about.