✘ AWAKEN. [ While others are stirring (noisily so), this young Japanese woman remains still as death. With dust caked into her hair and along her face, most ordinary human beings would have been quick to shake it all off or sneeze whereas Shiki herself laid there. Partially out of the laziness she was prone to, but there were other reasons to as well. She could listen to conversations undisturbed and evaluate each of the others within earshot. Should she need to, she could use her eyes to see those beyond what her ears could pick up. That's fine and all provided no one bothered her while she remained sprawled out on the ground... but really, she looks nearly dead in her current condition. Someone's bound to check on her whether it's out of the goodness of their heart or out of interest of stealing the red leather jacket she wore. ]
✘ COLOSSEUM. [ Once Shiki is up for whatever reason, she'll actually focus in on her surroundings and take them in with a casual glance around the colosseum. Has she noticed that her laced up boots are missing? It may be difficult to tell once she starts walking against the bare ground undisturbed, living up to the stereotype her clothing may imply. Whatever impression someone may get from that at least. A blue yukata made of some of the finest silk in her country and a red leather jacket that looks out of place along with it.
While her clothing has mostly been sorted out appearance-wise, her thoughts are more of a mess than usual as she recalls the dream from before. That had something to do with this place, didn't it? Hell if she knows.
Hell is this place. There's no sulfur in the air, but being surrounded by strangers was the closest thing she could get to it. Not wholly surprising that a sinner would wound up here, but did this mean the others brought here against their will were also sinners? She'll remain guarded and dismissive towards any who approach her. ]
Shiki Ryougi | Kara no Kyoukai | OTA
[ While others are stirring (noisily so), this young Japanese woman remains still as death. With dust caked into her hair and along her face, most ordinary human beings would have been quick to shake it all off or sneeze whereas Shiki herself laid there. Partially out of the laziness she was prone to, but there were other reasons to as well. She could listen to conversations undisturbed and evaluate each of the others within earshot. Should she need to, she could use her eyes to see those beyond what her ears could pick up. That's fine and all provided no one bothered her while she remained sprawled out on the ground... but really, she looks nearly dead in her current condition. Someone's bound to check on her whether it's out of the goodness of their heart or out of interest of stealing the red leather jacket she wore. ]
✘ COLOSSEUM.
[ Once Shiki is up for whatever reason, she'll actually focus in on her surroundings and take them in with a casual glance around the colosseum. Has she noticed that her laced up boots are missing? It may be difficult to tell once she starts walking against the bare ground undisturbed, living up to the stereotype her clothing may imply. Whatever impression someone may get from that at least. A blue yukata made of some of the finest silk in her country and a red leather jacket that looks out of place along with it.
While her clothing has mostly been sorted out appearance-wise, her thoughts are more of a mess than usual as she recalls the dream from before. That had something to do with this place, didn't it? Hell if she knows.
Hell is this place. There's no sulfur in the air, but being surrounded by strangers was the closest thing she could get to it. Not wholly surprising that a sinner would wound up here, but did this mean the others brought here against their will were also sinners? She'll remain guarded and dismissive towards any who approach her. ]