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If you haven't already, you should read Entry 1!
Raine didn’t know how long she sat there— how could she? Thoughts of Okaasan hid all others like fog. But, it was probably an hour at most. Maybe two.
When she heard footsteps approaching, her sobs cut off faster than lightning. Giving her nose a brief rub with her sleeve, she grabbed her facemask and slipped it back on, cringing at the dirt on it. She never liked letting others see her cry.
She could see a figure through the reflection of the river. The person, whom she could tell was a boy, stood only a few feet behind her. “What’s someone as young as you doing here alone?” he asked in a way that probably would come off as creepy to some.
Oh, another figure was there too— a girl. She swatted the boy’s arm. “You sound even awful-er when you say that,” she said harshly. She took a step closer, although Raine couldn’t tell how close.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” the girl asked. Her tone was that sickly sweet tone people often used on small children. Raine strongly disliked that type of voice.
The boy looked around, growing confused and concerned. His tone softened a little. Now it sounded more genuine. “Aren’t your parents nearby?”
Raine didn’t reply at first. Don’t talk to strangers, echoed in her mind, like the soft roll of thunder far away. But, she was too curious to stay still. She slowly spun around, still seated on the muddy ground.
The girl and boy looked younger than she first thought— the boy must’ve been around fourteen at most, while the girl looked no older than twelve. The girl’s head didn’t even reach the boy’s shoulder. Their faces were similar: they had the same dark brown eyes and pale skin. They were clearly siblings— Raine deduced that much.
The girl’s long hair was black, save for a single white streak, and was styled in a long braid. She wore a white suit coat over a black shirt, with a dark grey tie.
The boy’s hair, on the other hand, was dark grey and would’ve been perfectly combed if not for the cowlick sticking up. His suit was blood red, making his white tie stand out, although it already did against his grey collared shirt.
Their outfits definitely didn’t fit the muddy, leafy area… but then again, neither did Raine, with her white high-necked shirt, white tights, and black skirt. All of which were quite muddy.
The little girl stared at the two with puffy eyes. For once, she liked her facemask— it concealed her wet cheeks that had turned greyer than ash at the embarrassment of being caught crying (since her blood was black, her cheeks never turned red when she blushed).
“Is she crying?” the girl asked, a curious hint to her tone, like she had never seen a child cry before. “Twos, I think she’s crying!”
“For the love of cards, Fours, you’re such an idiot…” the boy pinched the bridge of his nose. “She obviously is!” he snapped.
Ah, the boy’s name was Twos, and the girl’s was… Fours? Odd names, but parents did seem to have the weirdest ideas when it came to naming their children.
The girl— Fours— rolled her eyes and turned back to Raine, putting that stupid, sickeningly sweet smile back onto her face. She seemed to genuinely believe Raine was oblivious to the conversation she just had with her brother.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked. There it was again—that overly sugary tone that was clearly fake. It also had a bit of condescension to it which made Raine think that the girl didn’t even consider her old enough to understand what she was saying. “Don’t worry, you can talk to us. We don’t bite.”
Raine’s eyes darted between the two. Childish innocence overran the don’t-talk-to-strangers rule. “Raine Omori,” she said quietly.
Raine didn’t know how long she sat there— how could she? Thoughts of Okaasan hid all others like fog. But, it was probably an hour at most. Maybe two.
When she heard footsteps approaching, her sobs cut off faster than lightning. Giving her nose a brief rub with her sleeve, she grabbed her facemask and slipped it back on, cringing at the dirt on it. She never liked letting others see her cry.
She could see a figure through the reflection of the river. The person, whom she could tell was a boy, stood only a few feet behind her. “What’s someone as young as you doing here alone?” he asked in a way that probably would come off as creepy to some.
Oh, another figure was there too— a girl. She swatted the boy’s arm. “You sound even awful-er when you say that,” she said harshly. She took a step closer, although Raine couldn’t tell how close.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” the girl asked. Her tone was that sickly sweet tone people often used on small children. Raine strongly disliked that type of voice.
The boy looked around, growing confused and concerned. His tone softened a little. Now it sounded more genuine. “Aren’t your parents nearby?”
Raine didn’t reply at first. Don’t talk to strangers, echoed in her mind, like the soft roll of thunder far away. But, she was too curious to stay still. She slowly spun around, still seated on the muddy ground.
The girl and boy looked younger than she first thought— the boy must’ve been around fourteen at most, while the girl looked no older than twelve. The girl’s head didn’t even reach the boy’s shoulder. Their faces were similar: they had the same dark brown eyes and pale skin. They were clearly siblings— Raine deduced that much.
The girl’s long hair was black, save for a single white streak, and was styled in a long braid. She wore a white suit coat over a black shirt, with a dark grey tie.
The boy’s hair, on the other hand, was dark grey and would’ve been perfectly combed if not for the cowlick sticking up. His suit was blood red, making his white tie stand out, although it already did against his grey collared shirt.
Their outfits definitely didn’t fit the muddy, leafy area… but then again, neither did Raine, with her white high-necked shirt, white tights, and black skirt. All of which were quite muddy.
The little girl stared at the two with puffy eyes. For once, she liked her facemask— it concealed her wet cheeks that had turned greyer than ash at the embarrassment of being caught crying (since her blood was black, her cheeks never turned red when she blushed).
“Is she crying?” the girl asked, a curious hint to her tone, like she had never seen a child cry before. “Twos, I think she’s crying!”
“For the love of cards, Fours, you’re such an idiot…” the boy pinched the bridge of his nose. “She obviously is!” he snapped.
Ah, the boy’s name was Twos, and the girl’s was… Fours? Odd names, but parents did seem to have the weirdest ideas when it came to naming their children.
The girl— Fours— rolled her eyes and turned back to Raine, putting that stupid, sickeningly sweet smile back onto her face. She seemed to genuinely believe Raine was oblivious to the conversation she just had with her brother.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked. There it was again—that overly sugary tone that was clearly fake. It also had a bit of condescension to it which made Raine think that the girl didn’t even consider her old enough to understand what she was saying. “Don’t worry, you can talk to us. We don’t bite.”
Raine’s eyes darted between the two. Childish innocence overran the don’t-talk-to-strangers rule. “Raine Omori,” she said quietly.
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