5 // Action; Phone

[willbeurprincess]

**Now with more options for creepiness**

A.

[ACTION]

[Handwaving an encounter with the angels, you might find Koharu running down the street at full tilt, scared witless from MOVING STATUES. Sure none had tried to grab her or kill her and she's not entirely...sure they moved, maybe she was imagining it, but fight or flight definitely kicked in]

[She probably ran into you or bumped into you with just a quick muttered apology. MUST GET HOME.]

B.

[PHONE]

Isn't it a little early for allergies? [rubs her eyes, it feels stupid to talk about statues moving in the safety of her home] Maybe I just got something in my eye...

C.

[It's later that day, she's stumbling through the town, catching sight of her arms and legs in windows and having small freakouts at what she sees. She can't stop rubbing her eyes, it feels like sand, so much sand and it won't stop. She curls up in a nook between two shops, crying and whimpering at how she can't move, she's stone, just stone. That is, until she dies. Now she's just a little dead girl stuck between two shops]

D.

[PHONE: THE NEXT DAY]

D-d-did...a-anyone else die...[She has all of her curtains closed because that will help really. Her voice trembles and occasionally breaks off into sobs. She's never died before.] What are those things?

Comments

B

[bestwishes]

Oh, I wouldn't worry about it...

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

You don't think so? Maybe I'm getting a little sick.

[bestwishes]

Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to worry. I don't exactly have a lot to worry about right now, y'know... being dead and all.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

...W-What?

[bestwishes]

Not much fun, it's not like it's the first time I've died though... Anyway, I'd probably be pretty concerned if I was you right now.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

You--what? You're joking, you can't be dead and speaking to me--wait why?

[bestwishes]

Well, I guess you're kinda right about that... I mean, I'm not really talking to you at all. They are.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

...Who is talking to me?

[bestwishes]

The Angels of course.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

The angels? What angels?...Do you mean the statues? [weak laugh] They can't talk...they're just statues...

[bestwishes]

Oh, they're more than just statues, much more. Although it's true that they can't talk. It's why they killed me, they wanted my voice.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

...You're just joking right?

[bestwishes]

Sorry Koharu, no such luck on that one...

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Omigoshomigosh, it knew her name]

[SLAMS DOWN THE PHONE

and curls under her covers for a while, sobbing]

B

[v8-interceptor.livejournal.com]

[Max sounds vaguely concerned. This is progress.]

You alright?

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

I--um I'm fine. [nervous] Just...confused I suppose. My eyes feel funny that's all no matter how much I try to get whatever this out.

[And she's really very very scared]

[v8-interceptor.livejournal.com]

...Dunno how to help ya there. Quit rubbin' it, it'll make it worse.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

Right...I should do that. Hurts--Um. I'm sorry, I should stop bothering you

[v8-interceptor.livejournal.com]

[Goddamn it, kid, you're making him feel bad for you. This is weird!]

Nah...Jus' making sure you're gonna be alright.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

I think I'll be fine. T-Thank you.

[v8-interceptor.livejournal.com]

If y' say so. [He turns to leave, then stops, his back to her.] If it gets any worse, tell me.