Still Alive

Once again, back to the start. There wasn't really any point in changing, or advancing, or moving forward. But hey, there was one ideal she had left in tact- live for yourself, because no one else matters in the end. It was true, wasn't it? Everyone else had been able to condemn her without a second thought, some just glad for the trial to be over so they could get back to their own lives. Maybe, fleetingly, she'd hoped that someone might mourn over her death, but she didn't blame them if they didn't. Hell, she wouldn't have mourned herself! Murderers don't deserve the courtesy, whether it's their fault or not.

Still, she remembers someone that had fought for her safety, and offered his own life in exchange for hers. It was funny, because he'd been the primary reason she'd been found guilty. Back during the moment, she'd thought him an idiot for trying to act in her stead, but now she almost felt... grateful. She didn't even know him, but he seemed to care. Still, she tried to convince herself that that was just plain stupid. That kind of kindness does nothing for anyone.

Kyouko was on one of her daily food trips, strolling out of the cafeteria and crunching an apple in hand. Her routine was all the same, and there wasn't a point in avoiding the cafeteria anymore. Sticking to the past would just be a waste of whatever time she had.

And here that guy was, speak of the devil. Kyouko couldn't really remember his name if she'd ever heard it at all, but either way she lowered her head, allowing her hair to sweep across her features. Her headstrong will was clashing with the rest of her.

Alright, so Kyouko so far has failed to make any true friends. It wasn’t like she wanted to make friends in the slightest, since being the lone wolf was what she had her mind set on. However, making enemies also seemed to be her specialty, and that proved to be quite taxing on her magic what with the constant getting into fights. Only now did she realize how careless she was being. Kyouko was propped up against a hallway wall, twiddling her one overly-used Grief Seed on her fingers.

Was a Witch gonna hatch out of the thing sometime? Shouldn’t it have by now? Or was it waiting to prey on the school until the right moment? Either way, it practically pulsated with despair, and there was no Kyubey to get rid of it. What should she do? Crush it under her boot? Could she do that? Hell, why hadn't she become a Witch and where were the new Soul Gems coming from? So many questions that would probably never have proper answers.

Well, if it wasn’t going to hatch yet, it wasn’t currently a problem. It’ll become a problem when it does, but for right now the redhead didn’t care about it one way or another. The Gem cleanser was once again tucked away into her pocket, acknowledging that flaunting magic was probably a rather harmful thing to do. Regardless, she still strolled past the dorms, an ice bar she’d managed to find jammed in her mouth. Even if conflict was even more troublesome now, she wasn't going to just bow down. If someone happened along her way, and it was someone she'd squared off with, then whatever, she'll fight then.

Oh look, here's one of those pests. Well, not squared off with. It was moreso a passive arguement that lasted a total of two or three tweets before she was bored. Even if she'd been humbled a little by the trial, there was a lot of personality that this modesty had yet to touch base with. Hey, why not continue that little conversation face to face?

"…"

☢Cheap Candy - What is the scariest thing you can think of?

You know those days, where everything is so melancholic without explanation? Well, maybe there's kind of an explanation, but it's beyond her right now. She's still really torn and behaving abnormally neurotic, but she's been doing better about avoiding people and scavenging food from wherever she could. She's not starving now, and she's at least trying to make attempts at feeding herself rather than lock herself away for a week. Guess where she's been recently? The Monobear Store. What did she get there? A shit ton of this off-brand Monocky. Yep, she still has the Monobear Coins from all the way back on that slaughterfest of a camping trip. It's crazy to think that that was months ago now. She'd been here for months, and she'd probably continue to be here. Nothing she could do about it.

So far, everything is safe. As long as she's not bothered, she can manage to block out the more gruesome spectrum of thoughts that had been following her since she'd revived for her third go at living. No one was approaching her directly, but sometimes interactions weren't stunted by a single possibility. Chance meetings were meant to happen sometimes.

Along her path through the dorm hall, on her way returning to room 217, this chick has the gall to just happen to be in the same place at the same time.

No, but this is different- this was someone she'd never except to end up trapped in Hell on Earth. She was the one with the ideals of justice that she'd come to despise, but also the one who'd lifted her up when there was nothing left for her. The one she'd betrayed, the one she had been avoiding like an ex you don't want to have to look in the face when you walk down the sidewalk. Someone she'd thought of as her senpai, as her sister, some time that felt so long ago she questioned if those events ever actually occurred.

They had to have. If they hadn't, she wouldn't react this way. Gaping at the newcomer before her, her hand froze, the box slipping away from her grasp and crashing onto the floor, scattering the treats. Fuck. The pocky currently between her fangs snapped under the pressure, and with a raspy and harsh tone, she muttered,

☢Silver - What is your current long term goal?

Kyouko takes a long, empty pause before she’s able to properly offer up an answer.