Post by Becula on Jan 17, 2008 17:44:23 GMT -5
She only wanted to get away.
A young teenage girl stepped off of the train and looked around the station. Her ocean blue eyes soft and kind, glimmering with curiosity as she brushed a strand of pale white hair aside, only the very lightest shade of lavender keeping it from being pure white. She wore a silk purple dress with lace, reaching to her knees, her feet protected by black shoes and purple leg warmers that accompanied the dress. She also wore arm warmers of the same nature on her flawless skin, not really concerned of the dirt that could slightly tarnish her beauty.
Katrin Fairfield had only recently moved to Japan in her mother's attempt at a new life. New city, new people, and new ghosts. And so much more of them to haunt the slender girl. She had escaped into a train station to try to get away, only to run into, or more correctly through, the spirits of people who had died falling onto the tracks at such fatal times. But once train there seemed to be devoid of human ghosts, and life, and so Katrin had taken it, not caring much as to where she would go. All that mattered was that there were no more dead people to bother her. Oh how she hated this...curse, though many others would call it a gift.
But now her little trip was over, and the train was backing away, revealing the strangest engine, that almost seemed to have...a face? She dismissed it as some sort of gimmick, perhaps to freak out American tourists and such. It worked, especially when it seemed to talk.
"Good luck! And goodbye!"
Great. First Katrin talked to dead people. Now she was hearing voices from trains. "Yes, I am officially insane," she muttered to herself, before taking a look at her new surroundings. It seemed to be a strange train station devoid of life. As she walked further, she discovered an area that seemed as if it was decorated by a pyromaniac. Fire could be seen all over the place. It it wasn't so well put together rather then lying in chaotic ruins, she would have mistaken it for hell. Then again, hell would be much hotter.
"Hello? Anyone here?" She called. "Anyone...alive?"
A young teenage girl stepped off of the train and looked around the station. Her ocean blue eyes soft and kind, glimmering with curiosity as she brushed a strand of pale white hair aside, only the very lightest shade of lavender keeping it from being pure white. She wore a silk purple dress with lace, reaching to her knees, her feet protected by black shoes and purple leg warmers that accompanied the dress. She also wore arm warmers of the same nature on her flawless skin, not really concerned of the dirt that could slightly tarnish her beauty.
Katrin Fairfield had only recently moved to Japan in her mother's attempt at a new life. New city, new people, and new ghosts. And so much more of them to haunt the slender girl. She had escaped into a train station to try to get away, only to run into, or more correctly through, the spirits of people who had died falling onto the tracks at such fatal times. But once train there seemed to be devoid of human ghosts, and life, and so Katrin had taken it, not caring much as to where she would go. All that mattered was that there were no more dead people to bother her. Oh how she hated this...curse, though many others would call it a gift.
But now her little trip was over, and the train was backing away, revealing the strangest engine, that almost seemed to have...a face? She dismissed it as some sort of gimmick, perhaps to freak out American tourists and such. It worked, especially when it seemed to talk.
"Good luck! And goodbye!"
Great. First Katrin talked to dead people. Now she was hearing voices from trains. "Yes, I am officially insane," she muttered to herself, before taking a look at her new surroundings. It seemed to be a strange train station devoid of life. As she walked further, she discovered an area that seemed as if it was decorated by a pyromaniac. Fire could be seen all over the place. It it wasn't so well put together rather then lying in chaotic ruins, she would have mistaken it for hell. Then again, hell would be much hotter.
"Hello? Anyone here?" She called. "Anyone...alive?"
