[At first? It's not as bad as one may think. Playing old tunes over the loud speakers? It's fine, even if after a while the volume may be a little louder than she would like personally.
She will look to the person across from her with a smile on her face.]
A little loud, isn't it? Though I have to say they are playing some rather old hits.
002.
[Forty-eight hours. Just one day of not sleeping was nothing in comparison to fourty-eight full hours without a moment of sleeping. Every single time she thinks that she may find some sweet relief from her sleepless being, I want it that way, begins blasting again. No, she doesn't want it that way. And she has certainly stopped believing in any sort of God right now after hearing this particular song approximately twenty-seven times, or... so she thinks. She has lost count.
Her reaction times are a lot slower, and her already bubbling anxiety about the station in general is worsened by her lack of shut eye.
Though she doesn't want to bother anyone about this, it will be very apparent that something is very off with Haru. Her normal bubbly attitude has taken a turn for the unpredictable. One minute she could be on the verge of tears, the next she could be feeling a little hostile towards the environment.
Anyone approaching her will have luck of the draw there.]
003.
[And just when she believe that it couldn't possibly take a turn more downhill than it already has? It does.
It starts after she eats breakfast, praise be that the replicators are producing something at least more edible than they were before. She's happy for that much, but she sure isn't happy about anything else.
The Haru who was unpredictable just days before is even more unpredictable now. She is unfortunately hyper aware of this fact too. Paranoid of what could happen if she ran into one of her friends. Those who are familiar to Haru will find themselves being avoided, no calls...no texts. Radio silence. Those who are unfamiliar? In passing she will give them a face that exudes both exhaustion and anger. It's best not to approach, but who knows how the other people (also exhausted) may react to that.
And for those brave enough to approach her?] Don't get any closer, I will have to advise against that.
004.
[The music is over? The music... is over, finally. There are those who will try their best to make it back to their rooms. There are those, like Haru, who will drop right where they are. Pillows, broken friendships, and bad first impressions be damned.
Haru can be found sleeping on the floor of the observation deck; unmoving.
Someone should probably move her because god knows she isn't going to wake up easily.]
WILDCARD.
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haru okumura (ota)
[At first? It's not as bad as one may think. Playing old tunes over the loud speakers? It's fine, even if after a while the volume may be a little louder than she would like personally.
She will look to the person across from her with a smile on her face.]
A little loud, isn't it? Though I have to say they are playing some rather old hits.
002.
[Forty-eight hours. Just one day of not sleeping was nothing in comparison to fourty-eight full hours without a moment of sleeping. Every single time she thinks that she may find some sweet relief from her sleepless being, I want it that way, begins blasting again. No, she doesn't want it that way. And she has certainly stopped believing in any sort of God right now after hearing this particular song approximately twenty-seven times, or... so she thinks. She has lost count.
Her reaction times are a lot slower, and her already bubbling anxiety about the station in general is worsened by her lack of shut eye.
Though she doesn't want to bother anyone about this, it will be very apparent that something is very off with Haru. Her normal bubbly attitude has taken a turn for the unpredictable. One minute she could be on the verge of tears, the next she could be feeling a little hostile towards the environment.
Anyone approaching her will have luck of the draw there.]
003.
[And just when she believe that it couldn't possibly take a turn more downhill than it already has? It does.
It starts after she eats breakfast, praise be that the replicators are producing something at least more edible than they were before. She's happy for that much, but she sure isn't happy about anything else.
The Haru who was unpredictable just days before is even more unpredictable now. She is unfortunately hyper aware of this fact too. Paranoid of what could happen if she ran into one of her friends. Those who are familiar to Haru will find themselves being avoided, no calls...no texts. Radio silence. Those who are unfamiliar? In passing she will give them a face that exudes both exhaustion and anger. It's best not to approach, but who knows how the other people (also exhausted) may react to that.
And for those brave enough to approach her?] Don't get any closer, I will have to advise against that.
004.
[The music is over? The music... is over, finally. There are those who will try their best to make it back to their rooms. There are those, like Haru, who will drop right where they are. Pillows, broken friendships, and bad first impressions be damned.
Haru can be found sleeping on the floor of the observation deck; unmoving.
Someone should probably move her because god knows she isn't going to wake up easily.]
WILDCARD.
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