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Post by naki on Oct 18, 2012 11:36:54 GMT -8
 NAKIeighteen | female | player | reliability | kisa nakabayashi The Character
Kisa had scarcely opened the door to her home flat, but already she knew what kind of evening it would be. She could not quite say how. Perhaps the routine was just so ingrained that she could pick out the minute differences? Like how animals could tell the weather, or whatever? In any case, despite the post-work fatigue (or perhaps due to it) she knew she had the place to herself even before she stepped inside.
Indeed, the apartment was abnormally quiet. Her mother was hardly a noisy woman, but that stillness in the atmosphere was as unmistakable as it was unusual. After sliding off her shoes she listlessly wandered across the hardwood floor, pausing when she spied the notepad laid out upon the table. She picked it up with no great haste, holding it just long enough to read the familiar script. Confirming what her instincts had already made clear, the note simply announced that her mother was gone and would not be home until tomorrow afternoon. With a noncommittal sigh she dropped the pad back to its surface and let the autopilot kick in.
She had reached that zombie-like state where one surrenders all higher thought, simply piggy-backing in her own body as it went through the motions of settling in. The act of removing her suit jacket, and subsequently draping it across the back of the couch to be dealt with later, was as reflexive as blinking. Her hose shared a similar fate, and with about as much consideration. The ensuing actions of flipping on the television, setting the laptop to boot, and then wandering off to microwave something from the fridge were so hazy in her mind that they might as well have been concurrent.
It wasn’t that Kisa was experiencing some sort of ennui with her life. Indeed, all things considered she was rather comfortable with the way things were. Even if she had no higher education. And no future with her career. And no home of her own. Okay, so obviously she wasn’t completely content with the situation, but she wasn’t depressed about it or anything. It was more like everything was just....slow. There was no color, no variance. Now and then she would go out for a drink with her co-workers, but other than that her social life had been firmly crippled since graduation. How many years had it been since Kisa had even spoken with her former classmates? To the people she had called friends? The guy she had crushed on in her third year?
The young woman gave a little hop when the microwave went off. She involuntarily ran a hand through her hair, as though trying to sweep away the embarrassment, as she clicked the appliance open and removed her freshly warmed bowl. She really did want to enjoy herself! Especially if she had the night to herself. But, all things considered, that just seemed to make it all the more difficult.
Kisa brought the snack with her back to the table when something caught her eye. Quirking a brow, she stopped for a moment and stared at the alert that had opened on her laptop. Slowly, her lips folded into a gentle smile. It seemed that a certain someone was online as usual. Maybe this evening wasn’t so unsalvageable after all. After setting the bowl aside she took her seat and began typing out her greeting to Piri-Piri.
The RPername crow
face claim the world ends with you, shiki misaki
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