[The ends of Anthy's red gown are caked in mud, the elaborate garment sitting heavy with rainwater on her small frame. Its loud display must make her stand out against this grey backdrop. There's only one possible purpose she could have here, only one possible weapon she could wield.
She can sense it when she touches her hand to her chest; a hollow thing where her heart should be, and it hums an ancient song to her and ensnares her in the same old shackles she thought she'd cut loose. This time she will be somebody else's Rose Bride, only this time she understands less. It's slipping out of her control. Anthy walks through the Courtyard and pays little thought to the rain, taking slow and shell-shocked steps with no destination in mind. Her long hair gathers water and curls into tendrils that lie flat on her back.
Everything she'd taken with her outside of Ohtori is gone, including Chu-Chu. She has a suitcase on her person, into which she's already placed the new items they've given her. They seem to be mocking her -- all she has now is everything she left behind and this bizarre new future.
She clutches the handle of her suitcase with a harder grip, drawing to a stop and bowing her head. Should she buy an umbrella? Should she go to her new room? Should she climb to the highest surface she can find and jump?]
[for Utena]
She can sense it when she touches her hand to her chest; a hollow thing where her heart should be, and it hums an ancient song to her and ensnares her in the same old shackles she thought she'd cut loose. This time she will be somebody else's Rose Bride, only this time she understands less. It's slipping out of her control. Anthy walks through the Courtyard and pays little thought to the rain, taking slow and shell-shocked steps with no destination in mind. Her long hair gathers water and curls into tendrils that lie flat on her back.
Everything she'd taken with her outside of Ohtori is gone, including Chu-Chu. She has a suitcase on her person, into which she's already placed the new items they've given her. They seem to be mocking her -- all she has now is everything she left behind and this bizarre new future.
She clutches the handle of her suitcase with a harder grip, drawing to a stop and bowing her head. Should she buy an umbrella? Should she go to her new room? Should she climb to the highest surface she can find and jump?]