Post by Shizu on Sept 4, 2015 7:19:18 GMT
Shizu definitely needed more practice when it came to interacting with others. It was unavoidable, as much as she wished she could just not talk to them, or ignore interaction, she could not survive in this world without doing so. Shizu was always unsure of her abilities, but her talking abilities are by far her worst quality, much to her dismay. Laying in a bed all day didn't do much to help one's ability to communicate her emotions to others, so this was entirely new. To most people who came into Elder Tale, it was a world very similar to their own, but for Shizu it was a brave new world. A whole new experience that she had to try and cope with. It was like a baby bird being thrown out of the nest before it can even eat for itself, or one alien being trapped in an entire civilization of humans the alien can't hope to understand.
Shizu thought about how exactly she could improve her ability to speak, she thought about what people did on TV and what she saw people do in Elder Tale. She decided she would do the best thing that she possibly could. She drew a picture of a person, or at least the best person she could draw, and taped the picture to the wall in front of her. Just finding the words to say to a drawing on the back of a shopping list was difficult for her. She didn't really know how to get her words to mean what she wanted them to mean. She tried to say just about everything to the picture in front of her, but it came off as slow and disjointed. The more that she tried to create cohesive sentences, the less sense that her words meant.
She heard somewhere that you can talk to people easier if you imagine them in their underwear, though sadly she didn't draw a body for the paper person. It was just a picture of a head, so there was no underwear to look at. She then decided that she needed another tactic. So she rumaged through her room, and eventually found some more pieces of paper. Using the paper she drew some more body parts for the disembodied head on her wall. After about 8 more pieces of paper, the head had a body that was proportionate to the original head she drew. As soon as she went to try and picture the body in its underwear, she remembered, what does male underwear look like? She the dropped the thought entirely and decided to try another method.
After some deliberation, she decided that she would try to talk to the person on the wall with her back turned, so she could not see them. Sadly this was worse for her, her mind raced at what the person behind her could do and what she wasn't she wasn't seeing. It felt like the power went out in a bank during a robbery. Where you know that bad things are happening close to you, you are just completely in the dark about what is exactly occurring. At this point, the person on the wall had a name, Reginald. Reginald was mocking her, he was mumbling about her inferiority and trying to egg a fight with her. He hated her, and relished in her confusion and weakness in this moment of training.
That was it, she couldn't take it anymore. Reginald was angering her, so she would remove him. She drew one of her swords and went straight at the papers on the wall. However she managed to stop herself before she seriously harmed Reginald. What if this world had some law enforcement. She couldn't be seen as a murderer, even if the victim made her attack him. That would tarnish the reputation she was trying to build by practicing her talking. This just what Reginald wanted. He was determined to see the hero become the villain. She remembered a quote she saw in one of her movies, "You either die a hero or you live long enjoy to see yourself become the villain." She visibly shuttered at the idea. This paper man was cruel, but she had to outsmart him.
She decided that she would have to beat Reginald in his own game, she would decieve him. The only problem was that she had no idea how. He was the embodiment of cunning, there was no way she could try and defeat him with words. He would just have some sort of elaborate plan that would bring anything Shizu tried crashing right on her head. She couldn't call the police, because thats just what he wants, to see her go crazy. She hated herself for even attempting to learn to speak better, she should have just went into town to get a cheesecake.
After three hours of making sure that Reginald didn't make his move, Shizu found herself trapped in the apartment with the lunatic. She felt like one of the wards at a mental asylum, trying to grasp at the straws and find the reason within Reginalds words. She wanted to grasp this, she needed to. All she wanted to do was just know. To understand why exactly this man operates the way he does, why he says what he does and what goes through his mind as he does. He was a complete crazy man, but he was also a genius, master with words and a pure sadist, enjoying each and every second of pain that Shizu was put through.
Shizu was starting to get hungry as she watched him, but luckily she had some water and food stockpiled up just in case she got stranded somewhere for the night. She never believed this would be her own room. And she never thought she would be locked up with a nutcase. With each passing second she felt her mind start to crumble with his deadly mumbling. She hated the mumbling. She could sense the anger, the hatred and the saddness in the mumbling, but not what it meant. It was like a radio with static. She knew there was music underneath it but the static graded her ears till it hurt. The radio was relentless, she debated breaking it. With one swipe the radio would be broken. But then it would be broken. She couldn't fix it, it would be broken and useless forever. Having to live out the rest of its life in a dump.
Shizu didn't want to break the radio but it didn't stop. Every second the noise bombarded her more, forcing her into the corner. She felt herself chained down by the force of its ideals. She couldn't believe what she was hearing but she knew that the static was right. The mindless sounds created by a faulty radio was right. Every second she knew more but understood less. She then decided it, she would stop the static. So she left, she left the radio, into the other room. But it was there, standing right in front of her. The radio that hated her now had her cornered and forced against the table. She felt her head slam as she grasped with the idea that the radio would consume her.
Shizu felt the blank noise around her. There was the music and there was the static, but it was dimmer. Almost somber in the way the radio spoke. It was in that moment that her eyes forced open, and before her stood him. It stood the radio, Reginald the paper man. She wanted to ring him in, end this madness, but her boss would be angry if she killed a patient. So she got out her clipboard and went into the room with Reginald. She saw the straight jacket keeping him contained, but he still had that sick smile on his face. "Been a long time, Sakura-chan." he said with his usual raspy yet deep voice.
Once she interview, she got straight into reviewing his file. Just the images of what he did to those children using only paper astounded the doctor. She doctor used her many years of experience to try and decipher what exactly this man's motivation could have been. Aside from crime, the only thing they knew about this man was that he lived in the outskirts of London and his name as a criminal, Sakura the Paper Girl."
Sakura struggled in the straightjacket as she remembered the many crimes she commited with tears her in her eyes. The doctor simply put on his signature smile as he got up to leave the interview room. She spent time with no one else but him since she entered this damned asylum, the "beloved" and highly experienced Dr Reginald.
Sakura awoke in her usual place, as merely some paper on the wall. A shy boy simply wanted to pratice his speaking, so he created her. She was fragile, able to break with a single touch, but she was smart. She knew things that the boy couldn't hope to understand. Sakura the Paper Girl could not but have her smile as she began to make fun of the little boy. Her fun was cut short when he did something surprising, he left.
And then she was alone in the darkness. A girl made of nothing now had no reason to live. She was just useless, an invalid. A insignifigant speck on the grand scheme of the universe. She remembered the cuts and bruises that were all of the boy from his adventures. The boy would go on to do great things. He was hero to all of the people of London. Reginald became an amazing doctor who would make mind blowing scientific discoveries, and she was his paper big sister who got osteogenesis imperfecta and hasn't been the same since. Reginald taunted her, he was a real boy and she was fake. She had no dreams, no resolve, no reason for being. She was baggage that he had to carry on the plane to America.
Sakura the Paper Girl died when she was 17 years old. The cause of death is unknown, except that she just finished buying a new MMO she wanted to play. She finally had a reason to be and it was taken away from her. Reginald, died when he was 90 and already had a full life completed. The two of them were there, before the gates of heaven. The days in the insane asylum haunted Sakura ever since she was a little girl. All she was able to hear from them was noise. Just the repeated and annoying noise of static. Sakura wanted nothing more than it to stop. For her to be real, not just paper hanging on the wall.
Shizu spent three days holed up in her room with the paper people. Stood directly before her was Reginald the Paper Man, the opposite of the Reginald that Sakura knew. Sakura the Paper Girl knew him as the rock she was placed on. The person who helped her stay alive, and not end up shredded at the hands of an oppressor. The Reginald that Shizu knew was a memory as thin as the paper he was drawn on. Both Reginalds talked. They spoke nothing but chatter to both Shizu and Sakura. To Sakura he spoke of how she was always much more than paper, and to Shizu about how she was nothing but paper.
Reginald the Paper person was on her wall, Sakura the Paper person was beyond the keyboard. Shizu wasn't real to Sakura, and Sakura wasn't real to Shizu. But Reginald was. Reginald was always a part of both of them. Reginald tried to help Sakura through her madness, and Reginald stalks Shizu with nothing but harm and pain on his mind. Shizu couldn't speak to Reginald, he was like herself. The paper Reginald was printed on is the very same paper that she was printed on. Reginald the Paper Man died on the third day of his life, and Shizu managed to recovery her sanity from the murder. And the radio played its last note.
Words: 2030
Notes: OMG this was the weirdest thing I ever written but it does answer questions about Shizu's backstory and how off her rocker she is.
Shizu thought about how exactly she could improve her ability to speak, she thought about what people did on TV and what she saw people do in Elder Tale. She decided she would do the best thing that she possibly could. She drew a picture of a person, or at least the best person she could draw, and taped the picture to the wall in front of her. Just finding the words to say to a drawing on the back of a shopping list was difficult for her. She didn't really know how to get her words to mean what she wanted them to mean. She tried to say just about everything to the picture in front of her, but it came off as slow and disjointed. The more that she tried to create cohesive sentences, the less sense that her words meant.
She heard somewhere that you can talk to people easier if you imagine them in their underwear, though sadly she didn't draw a body for the paper person. It was just a picture of a head, so there was no underwear to look at. She then decided that she needed another tactic. So she rumaged through her room, and eventually found some more pieces of paper. Using the paper she drew some more body parts for the disembodied head on her wall. After about 8 more pieces of paper, the head had a body that was proportionate to the original head she drew. As soon as she went to try and picture the body in its underwear, she remembered, what does male underwear look like? She the dropped the thought entirely and decided to try another method.
After some deliberation, she decided that she would try to talk to the person on the wall with her back turned, so she could not see them. Sadly this was worse for her, her mind raced at what the person behind her could do and what she wasn't she wasn't seeing. It felt like the power went out in a bank during a robbery. Where you know that bad things are happening close to you, you are just completely in the dark about what is exactly occurring. At this point, the person on the wall had a name, Reginald. Reginald was mocking her, he was mumbling about her inferiority and trying to egg a fight with her. He hated her, and relished in her confusion and weakness in this moment of training.
That was it, she couldn't take it anymore. Reginald was angering her, so she would remove him. She drew one of her swords and went straight at the papers on the wall. However she managed to stop herself before she seriously harmed Reginald. What if this world had some law enforcement. She couldn't be seen as a murderer, even if the victim made her attack him. That would tarnish the reputation she was trying to build by practicing her talking. This just what Reginald wanted. He was determined to see the hero become the villain. She remembered a quote she saw in one of her movies, "You either die a hero or you live long enjoy to see yourself become the villain." She visibly shuttered at the idea. This paper man was cruel, but she had to outsmart him.
She decided that she would have to beat Reginald in his own game, she would decieve him. The only problem was that she had no idea how. He was the embodiment of cunning, there was no way she could try and defeat him with words. He would just have some sort of elaborate plan that would bring anything Shizu tried crashing right on her head. She couldn't call the police, because thats just what he wants, to see her go crazy. She hated herself for even attempting to learn to speak better, she should have just went into town to get a cheesecake.
After three hours of making sure that Reginald didn't make his move, Shizu found herself trapped in the apartment with the lunatic. She felt like one of the wards at a mental asylum, trying to grasp at the straws and find the reason within Reginalds words. She wanted to grasp this, she needed to. All she wanted to do was just know. To understand why exactly this man operates the way he does, why he says what he does and what goes through his mind as he does. He was a complete crazy man, but he was also a genius, master with words and a pure sadist, enjoying each and every second of pain that Shizu was put through.
Shizu was starting to get hungry as she watched him, but luckily she had some water and food stockpiled up just in case she got stranded somewhere for the night. She never believed this would be her own room. And she never thought she would be locked up with a nutcase. With each passing second she felt her mind start to crumble with his deadly mumbling. She hated the mumbling. She could sense the anger, the hatred and the saddness in the mumbling, but not what it meant. It was like a radio with static. She knew there was music underneath it but the static graded her ears till it hurt. The radio was relentless, she debated breaking it. With one swipe the radio would be broken. But then it would be broken. She couldn't fix it, it would be broken and useless forever. Having to live out the rest of its life in a dump.
Shizu didn't want to break the radio but it didn't stop. Every second the noise bombarded her more, forcing her into the corner. She felt herself chained down by the force of its ideals. She couldn't believe what she was hearing but she knew that the static was right. The mindless sounds created by a faulty radio was right. Every second she knew more but understood less. She then decided it, she would stop the static. So she left, she left the radio, into the other room. But it was there, standing right in front of her. The radio that hated her now had her cornered and forced against the table. She felt her head slam as she grasped with the idea that the radio would consume her.
Shizu felt the blank noise around her. There was the music and there was the static, but it was dimmer. Almost somber in the way the radio spoke. It was in that moment that her eyes forced open, and before her stood him. It stood the radio, Reginald the paper man. She wanted to ring him in, end this madness, but her boss would be angry if she killed a patient. So she got out her clipboard and went into the room with Reginald. She saw the straight jacket keeping him contained, but he still had that sick smile on his face. "Been a long time, Sakura-chan." he said with his usual raspy yet deep voice.
Once she interview, she got straight into reviewing his file. Just the images of what he did to those children using only paper astounded the doctor. She doctor used her many years of experience to try and decipher what exactly this man's motivation could have been. Aside from crime, the only thing they knew about this man was that he lived in the outskirts of London and his name as a criminal, Sakura the Paper Girl."
Sakura struggled in the straightjacket as she remembered the many crimes she commited with tears her in her eyes. The doctor simply put on his signature smile as he got up to leave the interview room. She spent time with no one else but him since she entered this damned asylum, the "beloved" and highly experienced Dr Reginald.
Sakura awoke in her usual place, as merely some paper on the wall. A shy boy simply wanted to pratice his speaking, so he created her. She was fragile, able to break with a single touch, but she was smart. She knew things that the boy couldn't hope to understand. Sakura the Paper Girl could not but have her smile as she began to make fun of the little boy. Her fun was cut short when he did something surprising, he left.
And then she was alone in the darkness. A girl made of nothing now had no reason to live. She was just useless, an invalid. A insignifigant speck on the grand scheme of the universe. She remembered the cuts and bruises that were all of the boy from his adventures. The boy would go on to do great things. He was hero to all of the people of London. Reginald became an amazing doctor who would make mind blowing scientific discoveries, and she was his paper big sister who got osteogenesis imperfecta and hasn't been the same since. Reginald taunted her, he was a real boy and she was fake. She had no dreams, no resolve, no reason for being. She was baggage that he had to carry on the plane to America.
Sakura the Paper Girl died when she was 17 years old. The cause of death is unknown, except that she just finished buying a new MMO she wanted to play. She finally had a reason to be and it was taken away from her. Reginald, died when he was 90 and already had a full life completed. The two of them were there, before the gates of heaven. The days in the insane asylum haunted Sakura ever since she was a little girl. All she was able to hear from them was noise. Just the repeated and annoying noise of static. Sakura wanted nothing more than it to stop. For her to be real, not just paper hanging on the wall.
Shizu spent three days holed up in her room with the paper people. Stood directly before her was Reginald the Paper Man, the opposite of the Reginald that Sakura knew. Sakura the Paper Girl knew him as the rock she was placed on. The person who helped her stay alive, and not end up shredded at the hands of an oppressor. The Reginald that Shizu knew was a memory as thin as the paper he was drawn on. Both Reginalds talked. They spoke nothing but chatter to both Shizu and Sakura. To Sakura he spoke of how she was always much more than paper, and to Shizu about how she was nothing but paper.
Reginald the Paper person was on her wall, Sakura the Paper person was beyond the keyboard. Shizu wasn't real to Sakura, and Sakura wasn't real to Shizu. But Reginald was. Reginald was always a part of both of them. Reginald tried to help Sakura through her madness, and Reginald stalks Shizu with nothing but harm and pain on his mind. Shizu couldn't speak to Reginald, he was like herself. The paper Reginald was printed on is the very same paper that she was printed on. Reginald the Paper Man died on the third day of his life, and Shizu managed to recovery her sanity from the murder. And the radio played its last note.
Words: 2030
Notes: OMG this was the weirdest thing I ever written but it does answer questions about Shizu's backstory and how off her rocker she is.
