✿ Twelfth Bud [Action]

[seiriald]

[Who knew if anyone bothered to come by this part of the village so early in the morning, with the light of the sun only just bothering to peek over the horizon. If there was anyone though, and if they happened to come by the playground behind the school such a person would be able to spot a brunette teenager, sitting on one of the swings that was swaying ever so slightly with her journal discarded a few yards off. She's not sleeping, and there are no physical injuries to be seen, but the near-dead look on her gray face should say more than enough that if she tries to move, she won't be getting very far.

Not that she even intends to try, her fear and absolute sense of helplessness will keep her from doing anything on her own for some time.]



((ooc: tags in earnest later in the morning after some sleep!))