1 The Worst Day Ever [Maigo/NoKill] Tue May 19, 2015 12:07 am
Sachiko
D-rank
Tick … Tick … … Tick.
The irregular sounds of the clock sitting on the wall seems to deliberately pick at her nerves, the uneven beat making her cringe in irritation as the moments passed by. Sachiko found herself glaring at the inanimate object - willing it to just function normally - as she waited idly for something, anything to happen. It had only been about thirty minutes since she woke up, yet it felt like hours, especially with the broken clock still hanging on to a single thread of life, disrupting the proper flow of time. She wasn't necessarily a control freak, or one that studied details obsessively, but without a doubt, the girl was just about ready to help rid the place of a clock if it didn't stop completely or fix itself.
The worst was yet to come, she knew that much. She had had such a peaceful sleep, but she had woken up before her alarm. No doubt the broken clock being the reason behind the delay. So for now she just laid in bed, staring down the small analog clock as it's minute hand slowly neared the set alarm. It was only in the next minute that the alarm could go off. The trepidation was beginning to overwhelm her. Stupid analog clocks, she grumbled in her mind, if Shingen would just let me get a digital one this would never happen. Still, the offbeat ticking continued, her eyes narrowing as if to make it just stop completely. That would be better than hearing it ring off the wall.
No matter, she still had no mental powers to stop the flow of time or even disrupt the functionality of her half-working clock. But as if to mock her, the clock's minute hand finally budged and the alarm rang.
TING-TING-TING-A-LING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DINNNGGGG--SMASH
Her hand sprang into action the moment it started ringing, the sound a pull on her delicate nervous system that acted as a hair trigger for her arm to reach out and grab the devilish device. With a fluid movement of her wrist the clock went flying across the room. It soared for one second before slamming against the wall. The clock cracked and pieces fell, but the entire thing still managed to stay together as it fell and bounced against the tatami mats.
With that out of the way, she got dressed and ready for the day. She had been awake after all, just was a bit angry with her broken clock, which she had just broken even further. It didn't even tick anymore. She sighed with the knowledge that she would have to go out and buy a new one. Yet this would be her chance to finally get a new one, maybe even a digital one. And with Shingen away on a mission, she could pick whichever one she wanted... and could afford.
Her ryo was a little low, but still something. Lunch would have to be handmade if she intended to buy a clock though. Oh, the trivialities of life. With everything ready for the day, she headed out into the village. Her job: find a working clock.
Sachiko had gotten herself into quite the situation. A brand new digital clock was what she wanted, but she had never paid any attention as to where a clock shop could be found. Shingen had always had that clock, so there was never a time where he had needed to take her shopping for clocks. This was a big issue for her as a clock was the only thing she needed. But where to go?
There were deli shops, gift shops, book shops, craft shops, clothing stores, candy vendors, hair salons and parlors, bars and restaurants. No clock shops. At least not in sight. She was having a very troubling time when all of a sudden things got even worse.
PFFFFFFFF-GERRRRREEEEEEE-UUURRRRRRRWWWWWWW-UGGGGGGHHHHH
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, realizing what had just happened, her words coming out loud when she thought she was just screaming in her head at the tragedy befalling her.
Explosive Diarrhea.
Only a few people that were closest to her had turned around to see what was the matter, but her scream was the real cause for everyone's heads turned in her direction. The entire street was soon to understand the very issue arising from her rectum. Of all the places for this to happen, it had to happen in public. She seemed to have the worst luck today.
Frantic and in a panic, she clinched her legs tight but that did nothing. She tried covering her behind with her hands but already some fits of laughter were spewing here and there. It was like watching dominoes fall, except instead of the tinking of hard plaster hitting plaster, it was laughs of all snickers and giggles coming at her like a barrage of emotional kunai. Oh, the horror!
Tears were soon to follow, she could feel them building up in her eyes. Only a matter of time before the dam would break and her embarrassment would be complete. It was a pathetic sight to be seen like this, and she could feel herself collapsing from the weight of humiliation. Why did I break that stupid clock? It's all the clock's fault!
The irregular sounds of the clock sitting on the wall seems to deliberately pick at her nerves, the uneven beat making her cringe in irritation as the moments passed by. Sachiko found herself glaring at the inanimate object - willing it to just function normally - as she waited idly for something, anything to happen. It had only been about thirty minutes since she woke up, yet it felt like hours, especially with the broken clock still hanging on to a single thread of life, disrupting the proper flow of time. She wasn't necessarily a control freak, or one that studied details obsessively, but without a doubt, the girl was just about ready to help rid the place of a clock if it didn't stop completely or fix itself.
The worst was yet to come, she knew that much. She had had such a peaceful sleep, but she had woken up before her alarm. No doubt the broken clock being the reason behind the delay. So for now she just laid in bed, staring down the small analog clock as it's minute hand slowly neared the set alarm. It was only in the next minute that the alarm could go off. The trepidation was beginning to overwhelm her. Stupid analog clocks, she grumbled in her mind, if Shingen would just let me get a digital one this would never happen. Still, the offbeat ticking continued, her eyes narrowing as if to make it just stop completely. That would be better than hearing it ring off the wall.
No matter, she still had no mental powers to stop the flow of time or even disrupt the functionality of her half-working clock. But as if to mock her, the clock's minute hand finally budged and the alarm rang.
TING-TING-TING-A-LING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DINNNGGGG--SMASH
Her hand sprang into action the moment it started ringing, the sound a pull on her delicate nervous system that acted as a hair trigger for her arm to reach out and grab the devilish device. With a fluid movement of her wrist the clock went flying across the room. It soared for one second before slamming against the wall. The clock cracked and pieces fell, but the entire thing still managed to stay together as it fell and bounced against the tatami mats.
With that out of the way, she got dressed and ready for the day. She had been awake after all, just was a bit angry with her broken clock, which she had just broken even further. It didn't even tick anymore. She sighed with the knowledge that she would have to go out and buy a new one. Yet this would be her chance to finally get a new one, maybe even a digital one. And with Shingen away on a mission, she could pick whichever one she wanted... and could afford.
Her ryo was a little low, but still something. Lunch would have to be handmade if she intended to buy a clock though. Oh, the trivialities of life. With everything ready for the day, she headed out into the village. Her job: find a working clock.
Sachiko had gotten herself into quite the situation. A brand new digital clock was what she wanted, but she had never paid any attention as to where a clock shop could be found. Shingen had always had that clock, so there was never a time where he had needed to take her shopping for clocks. This was a big issue for her as a clock was the only thing she needed. But where to go?
There were deli shops, gift shops, book shops, craft shops, clothing stores, candy vendors, hair salons and parlors, bars and restaurants. No clock shops. At least not in sight. She was having a very troubling time when all of a sudden things got even worse.
PFFFFFFFF-GERRRRREEEEEEE-UUURRRRRRRWWWWWWW-UGGGGGGHHHHH
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, realizing what had just happened, her words coming out loud when she thought she was just screaming in her head at the tragedy befalling her.
Explosive Diarrhea.
Only a few people that were closest to her had turned around to see what was the matter, but her scream was the real cause for everyone's heads turned in her direction. The entire street was soon to understand the very issue arising from her rectum. Of all the places for this to happen, it had to happen in public. She seemed to have the worst luck today.
Frantic and in a panic, she clinched her legs tight but that did nothing. She tried covering her behind with her hands but already some fits of laughter were spewing here and there. It was like watching dominoes fall, except instead of the tinking of hard plaster hitting plaster, it was laughs of all snickers and giggles coming at her like a barrage of emotional kunai. Oh, the horror!
Tears were soon to follow, she could feel them building up in her eyes. Only a matter of time before the dam would break and her embarrassment would be complete. It was a pathetic sight to be seen like this, and she could feel herself collapsing from the weight of humiliation. Why did I break that stupid clock? It's all the clock's fault!