1 Sometimes Thats Life... (Kenta Inuzuka, Invite Only) Wed Oct 31, 2012 5:50 pm
Ashii
D-rank
Ashi wasn't a procrastinator per say, but she had been putting off going and retrieving the rest of her things from her parents home. It'd been a while since she'd moved out, and she honestly had no interest in going back. But, she also didn't want to have to replace the clothing she had left behind, not when they were all in good condition.
She had walked, slowly, the entire way to her mothers. She couldn't work up the excitement to want to free run, and Akai seemed not to be in much of a rush either as the Ninken matched Ashi's pace. It took only minutes for her to reach the old house, but she took a rather long pause - standing on the porch and just staring at the door. 'Should I knock? Or just walk in?', she mentally mused. She had no idea, really. This felt more then awkward. She settled, however, on knocking.
After completing said knock she stood back and waited. She could hear footsteps inside, and grumbling, so someone was obviously home. No one bothered to answer the door, however. Her agitation was growing, rapidly. Her mother had to know it was her, and that was probably why she was refusing to answer the door. Two could play the rude game, then.
Without knocking again, or waiting any longer for the door to be opened that she figured never would for her again, she barged right in. Might've broken the door, might've not. She didn't even care. She headed straight for her old room, not bothering to say a single word to her mother as she breezed past her. She just wanted to grab her shit and get gone.
The yelling started almost at once. Anything from "Why are you in my house?!" to "GET OUT!!", but she ignored it all. If she responded they'd only get into a large fight, and she was pretty certain the entire street could hear her mother as it were already. No point adding fuel to the fire, right?
She opened the door to her bedroom, headed right over to her closet, and pulled out several duffel bags. She dragged one of them over to the dresser with herself, continuing to ignore the profanity being screamed at her as she began to stuff clothing into the bag. Stuff, stuff, stuff, pause... bag was full. She got up off of the floor, went over to where the pile of bags were, grabbed another and returned to her dresser. More stuffing ensued, the yelling got louder.
When she was satisfied that the dresser was empty she turned her attention to her closet, ignoring for the moment the books and other such items that were scattered on her dresser top like usual. She began to fill up the third duffel bag when the yelling from her mother stopped, the woman having stormed off into the kitchen. She took pause in her packing long enough to notice the sound of drawers being ripped open, the sound of metal on metal as utensils were hastily shoved aside, and then the sound of the drawer slamming shut again.
She shoved more of her things into the bag, emptying out the rest of her closet. With the last bag in hand she turned her attention to her bedside table. She didn bother doing this neatly, save for the lamp she simply swept her hand across the tables top, sweeping the contents off of the edge and right into the bag. Finished with that table she turned to her dresser, doing much the same several times over again until it, too, was completely cleaned off.
That was when the screaming started. She barely had had time to register Akai, who had been waiting out of sight, come flying through the air right next to her before she heard the thud, snarling, and screaming... Blood. Curdling. Screaming. She whirled around, mouth opening slightly as she took in the sight before her; Akai was standing over Ashi's mother with teeth bared and gums pulled back in the most vicious snarl she'd ever seen the dog pull off, all while Ashi's mother was laying, sprawled and pinned by the overly large dog, a sharpened kitchen knife lying a foot out of reach on the floor where it'd landed when Akai had attacked her.
Her mother continued with her blood curdling scream, and Ashi took pause long enough to wonder how long it'd take someone to come investigate. She couldn't move, herself... she was in shock maybe? That sure was a good way to put it. All she could do was stare as Akai remained standing over her mother, snarling, and obviously awaiting orders...
She had walked, slowly, the entire way to her mothers. She couldn't work up the excitement to want to free run, and Akai seemed not to be in much of a rush either as the Ninken matched Ashi's pace. It took only minutes for her to reach the old house, but she took a rather long pause - standing on the porch and just staring at the door. 'Should I knock? Or just walk in?', she mentally mused. She had no idea, really. This felt more then awkward. She settled, however, on knocking.
After completing said knock she stood back and waited. She could hear footsteps inside, and grumbling, so someone was obviously home. No one bothered to answer the door, however. Her agitation was growing, rapidly. Her mother had to know it was her, and that was probably why she was refusing to answer the door. Two could play the rude game, then.
Without knocking again, or waiting any longer for the door to be opened that she figured never would for her again, she barged right in. Might've broken the door, might've not. She didn't even care. She headed straight for her old room, not bothering to say a single word to her mother as she breezed past her. She just wanted to grab her shit and get gone.
The yelling started almost at once. Anything from "Why are you in my house?!" to "GET OUT!!", but she ignored it all. If she responded they'd only get into a large fight, and she was pretty certain the entire street could hear her mother as it were already. No point adding fuel to the fire, right?
She opened the door to her bedroom, headed right over to her closet, and pulled out several duffel bags. She dragged one of them over to the dresser with herself, continuing to ignore the profanity being screamed at her as she began to stuff clothing into the bag. Stuff, stuff, stuff, pause... bag was full. She got up off of the floor, went over to where the pile of bags were, grabbed another and returned to her dresser. More stuffing ensued, the yelling got louder.
When she was satisfied that the dresser was empty she turned her attention to her closet, ignoring for the moment the books and other such items that were scattered on her dresser top like usual. She began to fill up the third duffel bag when the yelling from her mother stopped, the woman having stormed off into the kitchen. She took pause in her packing long enough to notice the sound of drawers being ripped open, the sound of metal on metal as utensils were hastily shoved aside, and then the sound of the drawer slamming shut again.
She shoved more of her things into the bag, emptying out the rest of her closet. With the last bag in hand she turned her attention to her bedside table. She didn bother doing this neatly, save for the lamp she simply swept her hand across the tables top, sweeping the contents off of the edge and right into the bag. Finished with that table she turned to her dresser, doing much the same several times over again until it, too, was completely cleaned off.
That was when the screaming started. She barely had had time to register Akai, who had been waiting out of sight, come flying through the air right next to her before she heard the thud, snarling, and screaming... Blood. Curdling. Screaming. She whirled around, mouth opening slightly as she took in the sight before her; Akai was standing over Ashi's mother with teeth bared and gums pulled back in the most vicious snarl she'd ever seen the dog pull off, all while Ashi's mother was laying, sprawled and pinned by the overly large dog, a sharpened kitchen knife lying a foot out of reach on the floor where it'd landed when Akai had attacked her.
Her mother continued with her blood curdling scream, and Ashi took pause long enough to wonder how long it'd take someone to come investigate. She couldn't move, herself... she was in shock maybe? That sure was a good way to put it. All she could do was stare as Akai remained standing over her mother, snarling, and obviously awaiting orders...