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31_days2005-09-05 08:58 pm
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[September 5] [Perfect Girl Evolution] On A Very Ordinary Day You Just Usually Forget
Title: On A Very Ordinary Day You Just Usually Forget
Day/Theme: September 5 / A winter morning just like any other
Series: Perfect Girl Evolution
Character/Pairing: Takano, Sunako
Rating: G
090505 20:35
Nakahara Sunako, the wraith-like girl who loved watching big-boobed ditzes get chopped up by psychopaths and one-year old babies get chewed up by demon-possessed six-year-olds, was smiling. It was a real smile, not the grimace she assumed once she started getting a tad homicidal. Yuki (the supernatural one) reveled on the fulsome glow of it, glad and unsurprised. The others were ecstatic, of course, and rushed to engulf the little Hokkaido girl in a bear hug, forgetting about her ancestor, Yuki-onna. They were reminded just as soon as they hit the snow, frozen into icicles. Sunako was back to her dark reclusive self and was wordlessly thawing her three housemates.
Takano, meanwhile, glanced up at the expanse of blue above him. Clouds scuttled here and there, the voluptuous cumulus mixed with thin, whispery cirrus. The sun was partially hiding, and the glare bouncing off the white-carpeted ground was bearable.
Yep, it was an ordinary winter's day alright. Extremely cold. Extremely weird. Very ordinary in his book.
Of course, there were things he didn't bother admitting to remembering. His brain was wired that way, able to pass information straight from his senses and into his subconscious, especially information he wasn't equipped to handle yet, things that didn't concern eating or beating the crap out of people. There it would remain, a secret and overlooked memory.
What were those things?
One, Nakahara Sunako was a woman through and through. And two, it was actually summer that day in Hokkaido by the Yuki-onna's house.
~20:57
Day/Theme: September 5 / A winter morning just like any other
Series: Perfect Girl Evolution
Character/Pairing: Takano, Sunako
Rating: G
090505 20:35
Nakahara Sunako, the wraith-like girl who loved watching big-boobed ditzes get chopped up by psychopaths and one-year old babies get chewed up by demon-possessed six-year-olds, was smiling. It was a real smile, not the grimace she assumed once she started getting a tad homicidal. Yuki (the supernatural one) reveled on the fulsome glow of it, glad and unsurprised. The others were ecstatic, of course, and rushed to engulf the little Hokkaido girl in a bear hug, forgetting about her ancestor, Yuki-onna. They were reminded just as soon as they hit the snow, frozen into icicles. Sunako was back to her dark reclusive self and was wordlessly thawing her three housemates.
Takano, meanwhile, glanced up at the expanse of blue above him. Clouds scuttled here and there, the voluptuous cumulus mixed with thin, whispery cirrus. The sun was partially hiding, and the glare bouncing off the white-carpeted ground was bearable.
Yep, it was an ordinary winter's day alright. Extremely cold. Extremely weird. Very ordinary in his book.
Of course, there were things he didn't bother admitting to remembering. His brain was wired that way, able to pass information straight from his senses and into his subconscious, especially information he wasn't equipped to handle yet, things that didn't concern eating or beating the crap out of people. There it would remain, a secret and overlooked memory.
What were those things?
One, Nakahara Sunako was a woman through and through. And two, it was actually summer that day in Hokkaido by the Yuki-onna's house.
~20:57