21 Apr 2021, 16:59
Voiceless
The treads of Suzuki’s boots acquaint themselves with the clammy cement. Over and over again. The odour of mildew and wetness seem to rise from the ground, making their way slowly towards the ceiling, and then bouncing back.@Blanche Anderson
The cycle of the fumes.
Back and forth.
She had been traversing the many hallways of the castle (staying away from that horrible staircase) when she found the abandoned toilets. Being her normal half-curious self, Suzuki entered.
What she found was what she had expected of something called ‘abandoned’.
The place reminded her of the musty alleyways of London. Dark. Wet. Echoey. It wasn’t a particularly reassuring thought or a reassuring thought at all. Suzuki didn’t like London that much. She preferred Japan to any other European city.
Although, Hogwarts was an improvement. The view rivalled that of the Japanese countryside.
It was swell.
Just swell.
Another enhancement to the swellness (of the bathrooms) was that it was completely devoid of any life. Apart from Suzuki, of course. It was a perfect place to hide from any tell-offers, though Suzuki wasn’t actually hiding, and she doubted anyone would tell her off for doing nothing.
The abandoned bathrooms were a quiet place, and a quiet place was what she needed.
A bit doubtful about the sources of all this dampness, Suzuki poked around and found a relatively dry spot. She sat down. A voiceless human. The shuffle of limbs on concrete. The rustle as pages turned.
Pulling a small iPod and a pair of AirPods pros out from her pocket, Suzuki immersed herself in the book, listening to the music.
The music.
Her ears held the notes, and the words were fed into her mind.
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viva la vida
25 Apr 2021, 09:07
Voiceless
Blanche visited the castle, curious to know every corners. Despite her young age, the little girl could be described as cunning and rather mature. The abandoned toilet was the ideal place to start her visit, not because it was a dirty and dilapidated place but because Blanche was convinced that it contained more secrecy than in appearance.
Who knows what she might find there? Strange as it may have been, the girl looked carefully at the taps, toilet cubicles and even the bowls of the toilets The unbearable sound of water drops falling from the sink atted his curiosity. As she scrutinized the details of the sink, she heard a thud. Looks like someone was interrupting her visit.
Without further ado, she found refuge in a cabin near a wall, she did not go out and hoped that the unknown retrace his steps. She dared to hope that her footsteps had not been heard. She leaned slightly to see the stranger who was now sitting by a sink. Blanche sighed and was about to leave her cabin until a spider went down along her strand of hair, which made her scream in fear.
« In the name of Merlin, go away from my hair ! » She said.
Once she managed to get rid of it, she turned to the seated girl, a cold and frosty look.
« What are you doing here looking at me? »
Who knows what she might find there? Strange as it may have been, the girl looked carefully at the taps, toilet cubicles and even the bowls of the toilets The unbearable sound of water drops falling from the sink atted his curiosity. As she scrutinized the details of the sink, she heard a thud. Looks like someone was interrupting her visit.
Without further ado, she found refuge in a cabin near a wall, she did not go out and hoped that the unknown retrace his steps. She dared to hope that her footsteps had not been heard. She leaned slightly to see the stranger who was now sitting by a sink. Blanche sighed and was about to leave her cabin until a spider went down along her strand of hair, which made her scream in fear.
« In the name of Merlin, go away from my hair ! » She said.
Once she managed to get rid of it, she turned to the seated girl, a cold and frosty look.
« What are you doing here looking at me? »
Reducio
@Kage Suzuki A little late, I'm sorry !
Blanche Anderson | Color : #403F3F
25 Apr 2021, 14:54
Voiceless
Just as she saw the footsteps (dusty, grey, the colour of dilapidated houses with fraying paint), Suzuki slipped her Airpods into their case and slipped the case into the pocket of her robes.@Blanche Anderson
A black-haired girl came in view (Suzuki decided that the footsteps were hers- after all, who's else could they be?). Uninteresting. Suzuki returned to her book.
It was then that she heard a piercing shriek. Something about Merlin's beard and a spider. Spiders weren't particularly scarey- they were just beings with eight legs. That was it- but then again, annelids were just slimy creatures, so Suzuki didn't have much she could say about arachnids. Each to their own fears.
She looked up as the girl glared at her- rather icily, Suzuki thought.
"What are you doing here looking at me?"
Suzuki looked on, unimpressed. "Speak for yourself."
To be honest, though, how could you not look at someone who had started a racket in the abandoned toilets, of all places? It'd take someone with extreme undistractedness and self-control not to.
Turning back to the page full of diagrams of American warplanes, Suzuki rehearsed the list of engines in her mind. Ader Eole, Ader Avion, Ader 2v, Ader 4v, Adams Farwell Varients...
She went on like that, creating a lengthy list of aircraft engines in her mind.
viva la vida
20 May 2021, 17:09
Voiceless
Blanche was outraged at the girl's response. She was probably not used to being held up. She, who hoped to show an air of superiority, had just been turned away by a stranger. Although she did not like this temperament from another person, she did not deny that she was almost curious to learn more about her comrade. She approached her with a smile on her face.
« Well, well, well...very interesting.» She said.
She continued to take a few steps watching the girl who listened to her music. She soon took the floor again to ask the final question.
« Hey you, what is your name ? Maybe I can introduce myself...I'm Blanche, Blanche Anderson. Obviously, we are in the same house. You count on ignore me ? It's not disturb me but...you are not like the each others, I admit it. » She asked.
The presentation was undoubtedly too fast but Blanche loved challenges and she wanted to know who she was dealing with. The young girl was very curious. What the stranger was so indifferent. She seemed so insensive. In a way, it was disturbing. Blanche put her strand of hair behind her ears, waiting the answer of the person she was speaking with. However, Blanche didn't want appear like a weak girl. This is why, she had a straight posture, her look didn't divert and her arms was cross.
Sorry, I'm late !
« Well, well, well...very interesting.» She said.
She continued to take a few steps watching the girl who listened to her music. She soon took the floor again to ask the final question.
« Hey you, what is your name ? Maybe I can introduce myself...I'm Blanche, Blanche Anderson. Obviously, we are in the same house. You count on ignore me ? It's not disturb me but...you are not like the each others, I admit it. » She asked.
The presentation was undoubtedly too fast but Blanche loved challenges and she wanted to know who she was dealing with. The young girl was very curious. What the stranger was so indifferent. She seemed so insensive. In a way, it was disturbing. Blanche put her strand of hair behind her ears, waiting the answer of the person she was speaking with. However, Blanche didn't want appear like a weak girl. This is why, she had a straight posture, her look didn't divert and her arms was cross.
Sorry, I'm late !
Blanche Anderson | Color : #403F3F