06/30/2014, 06:09 AM #1492 Room 209A - Female Dormitory
Lynne blinked. She could feel the light, attempting to pierce through the window into her bedroom. But it was being repelled by the darkness of the room... darkness that was with Lynne ever since that day.
The light never reached her.
It is morning, a new day. Normally Lynne would continue her meaningless journey known as life like a zombie. But today was different. She was in Trinity Soul University, a place that gave new meaning of life to Lynne ever since day one. She met new friends: Trista Soul, a shy but otherwise caring girl who loved the moon, and Sha Yun, a peppy, athletic girl from China who can kick ass with both martial arts and magic. Friends... real friends that are not drawn on paper, coming to life by Trista's whim only to fade into nothingness soon after. No, these girls, and couple other students in the university, were real. They will not fade, they will not vanish.
Lynne stepped out of her dark room and faced the bright morning sun, the light piercing through the glass balcony door. The living room was empty, and so was the kitchen. No one was home.
"..." Lynne looked around the kitchen only to find Sha Yun's scribbled little note and two empty plates. It seems Sha Yun and Trista has already ate and left to their own business. Lynne had something to do as well today, so time to get ready.
After eating the omelet made by Sha Yun, Lynne took a shower, dried herself with a large towel, and looked at the mirror. Reflected across the alternate world of glass was a relatively short girl with black hair, naturally smoky eyes, and a demure, but not petite, figure. It has been almost five years since she last saw herself in a mirror. How grown, how mature she looked. No longer was she the helpless girl who wrapped herself in unfathomable darkness, but a student-magician with bright future ahead of her.
Lynne opened her closet to find what to wear. All of her clothes were black. Lynne just liked the color black, even before her parents met their fate. The color black gave her comfort and inspiration, as the only color that truly contrasted the white paper was black. She donned a black pleated miniskirt, black thigh highs, and black converse. On her torso she wore a black blouse. It may look like too much black, but to Lynne there was no such thing as 'too much black.' Confident of herself and curious as to what will happen today, Lynne grabbed her sketchpad and exited the room.Last edited by WriggleRid3r; 06/30/2014, 06:19 AM.