[With the tossing waves, Ray soon learns not even to try to stand up. Still, it seems that she gets thrown around just when she thinks she's secured a good grip. She can almost feel the thunder laughing at her.
She frantically tucks a piece of paper into the waistband of her skirt to try and shield it from the driving rain. With that done, she clings to the edge of the boat with both hands and calls to the nearest person.]
Have you sailed before?!
[To be continued]
[Ray doesn't fancy herself to be particularly bad at telling tales, even if it's been a little while since she had someone to really talk to. After her ordeal back at school, she'd be fine just huddling by the fire, but as she relaxes into the talk, she finds herself piping up to offer her own story. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
She picks the first warm memory that comes to her, without thinking about where it leads.]
On a normal afternoon, a boy and a girl woke up to find themselves alone in their school, a typhoon raging outside. They ran outside, but the bridge was swept away. The two of them raced back into their classroom to hide away from the wind and the rain--
[Her breath catches in her throat as she thinks of Wei, how one minute he was alive and laughing in front of her, and the next...]
--he--they found some rations in an old school closet and weathered away the night telling stories just like this--
[She tries to punctuate her little tale with a smile, but it's extinguished as the fire gutters and dims dangerously low. She glances randomly around in something like panic--what's she supposed to do?]
Fang Ray Shin | Detention | will match format
[With the tossing waves, Ray soon learns not even to try to stand up. Still, it seems that she gets thrown around just when she thinks she's secured a good grip. She can almost feel the thunder laughing at her.
She frantically tucks a piece of paper into the waistband of her skirt to try and shield it from the driving rain. With that done, she clings to the edge of the boat with both hands and calls to the nearest person.]
Have you sailed before?!
[To be continued]
[Ray doesn't fancy herself to be particularly bad at telling tales, even if it's been a little while since she had someone to really talk to. After her ordeal back at school, she'd be fine just huddling by the fire, but as she relaxes into the talk, she finds herself piping up to offer her own story. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
She picks the first warm memory that comes to her, without thinking about where it leads.]
On a normal afternoon, a boy and a girl woke up to find themselves alone in their school, a typhoon raging outside. They ran outside, but the bridge was swept away. The two of them raced back into their classroom to hide away from the wind and the rain--
[Her breath catches in her throat as she thinks of Wei, how one minute he was alive and laughing in front of her, and the next...]
--he--they found some rations in an old school closet and weathered away the night telling stories just like this--
[She tries to punctuate her little tale with a smile, but it's extinguished as the fire gutters and dims dangerously low. She glances randomly around in something like panic--what's she supposed to do?]