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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 27, 2017 1:02:25 GMT
People... were really dead. The detectives had told Hanayo as such, as Hanayo had been to scared to leave the doorway of the mansion at the time. After grabbing some rice to eat, she'd returned back to the guest house, dejected. The servants on this island had been so friendly and lively yesterday, and now... She teared up at the thought. "S-somebody... help me..." she choked out, using her sleeves to try to dry her eyes.
She let out an audible squeak as she noticed a person about her age near her. "I-I'm sorry! I-I thought I was alone... T-the deaths have just really gotten to me..." she stammered out. Oddly, she felt a craving for rice again.
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Post by Cry on Mar 30, 2017 15:59:32 GMT
Seiya had been walking around the guest house, the usually cheery boy having an expression of discomfort. He would have stayed at the scene with the others, but just... The smell... The smell of human flesh made him dizzy, unable to think. So, instead, the blond returned to the house, ironically going inside for more fresh air. This was where he found a small girl around his age, cowering and trembling.
His bright blue eyes studied the girl, but he didn't bother pasting on a smile. Instead, he tilted his head, asking, "Why would you want to be alone in a time like this?" He was blunt, not thinking about his words. However, he settled next to her, reaching out to gently pat her back. She was obviously really shaken up, but he didn't want to scare her even more. His expression turned worried as he gazed at her even longer, wondering how such an innocent girl would have to be subjected to seeing something like that...
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 30, 2017 18:02:26 GMT
"When... whenever I cry at school, people tell me to go cry by myself..." Hanayo finally managed to get out. "A-and I didn't want to bother... the detectives." She'd tried to grow stronger by trying not to cry in front of people, but with something like this, it was impossible to not be sad. There just was no way that Hanayo was not going to feel empathy for the people who had been killed. They'd probably had loved ones-and that thought brought more tears to her eyes.
"S-sorry, I'm crying again... aren't I?" Hanayo smiled weakly at the boy comforting her. In times like these, she'd try to think of a way to be like Pink Dark Boy, or more like the author, who seemed so cool. "Maybe we could have a sort of tribute to them by singing a song, like Chieri-chan's songs..."
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Post by Cry on Apr 3, 2017 15:28:08 GMT
Seiya's eyebrows knitted together in concern for the younger girl, the male pausing before he looked up thoughtfully. Then, he remembered something his ex-producer told him when his fish died.
"It's okay to remember those who've passed, but the flowers will bloom again," he said, then blinked. "Or, that's what Producer-san used to say. I don't really get it fully, but I think it means that time goes on, and we shouldn't be stuck on the fact that they're dead." With a hopeful smile, he really was trying her best to cheer her up. However, there was still the problem of a murderer on the loose.
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Apr 8, 2017 5:14:33 GMT
The flowers will bloom again. That thought really seemed to resonate with Hanayo, not simply because she was named after flowers, but it was a really pleasant way of looking at bad situation. She was particularly bad at that, but the boy's smile and kind words managed to make her feel a little better. "Th-thank you..." However, the word "producer" really stuck in her mind. "A-are you an idol?"
Hanayo's eyes now sparkled with excitement. "I'm a really big fan of idols! I try to follow a lot of news about idols! Are you in a group?" Even though her heart hurt from losing so many kind people, maybe it was fate that she'd met an idol who was nice to her.
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