1 The Sounds of Torment [Private/No Kill] Fri May 18, 2018 11:43 pm
Jun
D-rank
The thick mist made the difference between night and day almost negligible. During sunlight hours, rays barely pierced through them, leaving the surrounding areas looking dull and grey. During the night, neither the moon nor the stars were visible in the sky. Sitting on the frame of a window that had long since disappeared and keeping watch, Jun hugged one knee to her chest. There was little point in standing guard during the night. Not because nothing would attack, but rather because it was nearly impossible to see it coming. If she had had some form of Doujutsu, then maybe she could spot incoming attackers, but as it stood, she didn't. The young Kuroka turned to look at her new companion as he slept. Chigetsu was his name, right? She remembered her hag of a grandmother mentioning this kid over dinner, but she forgot what the context was. All she knew was that he was the older woman's student. Truthfully, he didn't look like much.
Jun's first impression was that the boy was clumsy. He said something about being separated from his team and frankly, Jun was far too tired to tell him to fuck off. She had spend the entire day covered in rotten guts after getting kidnapped by ghouls or ghosts or zombies or whatever the hell those had been. Maybe this way, they'd take this other kid instead of her if something similar were to happen. There was strength in numbers, after all, or at least that was what she had been told. Really, people had been little more than an inconvenience her entire life. Needless to say, she wasn't much for teamwork.
This entire trip was a mistake. She should have never listened to her grandmother. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. Next time Gin asked for a favor, Jun would tell her to go fuck herself and leave her alone. She tried to tell herself that, but knew it was a lie. One way or another, she always caved into her grandmother's demands. Be it through violence, gilt or even kindness, Gin always managed to convince her young granddaughter. In her heart, the young Kuroka knew that her grandmother meant well, that she only had Jun's best interest at heart, that she was helping the girl become stronger. Still, the white haired teenager somehow managed to occasionally resent her all the same. She supposed it was normal, given her age - rebelliousness and all that.
The girl stretched, shifting her gaze to the mist outside once again, knowing that it was pointless. If she saw anything, it would be because it wanted to be seen.
Bored as she was, she din't know whether she wanted to wake her companion up for some company and idle chatter or if she would rather stomach the silence than hear his life's story. After a few seconds of consideration, she opted for the former. In one of her rare displays of kindness, she unsealed a bottle of cool water, it's temperature kept intact by the atemporal characteristics of the seal. She would roughly kick the boy awake, though not hard enough for it to hurt him. "Here, have this," she would offer once he was awake. She would toss the bottle at him, none too gently. "I figured you would need it. You Hozuki members need to keep hydrated, right? You'll be useless to me if you suddenly dry up or something," she said, all the while avoiding eye contact. It was a good excuse as any, in her eyes.
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Jun's first impression was that the boy was clumsy. He said something about being separated from his team and frankly, Jun was far too tired to tell him to fuck off. She had spend the entire day covered in rotten guts after getting kidnapped by ghouls or ghosts or zombies or whatever the hell those had been. Maybe this way, they'd take this other kid instead of her if something similar were to happen. There was strength in numbers, after all, or at least that was what she had been told. Really, people had been little more than an inconvenience her entire life. Needless to say, she wasn't much for teamwork.
This entire trip was a mistake. She should have never listened to her grandmother. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. Next time Gin asked for a favor, Jun would tell her to go fuck herself and leave her alone. She tried to tell herself that, but knew it was a lie. One way or another, she always caved into her grandmother's demands. Be it through violence, gilt or even kindness, Gin always managed to convince her young granddaughter. In her heart, the young Kuroka knew that her grandmother meant well, that she only had Jun's best interest at heart, that she was helping the girl become stronger. Still, the white haired teenager somehow managed to occasionally resent her all the same. She supposed it was normal, given her age - rebelliousness and all that.
The girl stretched, shifting her gaze to the mist outside once again, knowing that it was pointless. If she saw anything, it would be because it wanted to be seen.
Bored as she was, she din't know whether she wanted to wake her companion up for some company and idle chatter or if she would rather stomach the silence than hear his life's story. After a few seconds of consideration, she opted for the former. In one of her rare displays of kindness, she unsealed a bottle of cool water, it's temperature kept intact by the atemporal characteristics of the seal. She would roughly kick the boy awake, though not hard enough for it to hurt him. "Here, have this," she would offer once he was awake. She would toss the bottle at him, none too gently. "I figured you would need it. You Hozuki members need to keep hydrated, right? You'll be useless to me if you suddenly dry up or something," she said, all the while avoiding eye contact. It was a good excuse as any, in her eyes.
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