43rd ♫ | one more time, one hundred more tries

[eudemonics]

THE MEMORY SHARE MEME
(i want every single person here to appreciate how hard it was to find a gif that adequately conveyed the idea of this meme)

HOW IT WORKS:
⍟ Post your character's toplevel with their name, canon and anything you might need to warn for in their memories.
⍟ Post a handful of memories from your character's past -- you can write them up or just links to clips and scenes, DO IT HOWEVER YOU LIKE.
⍟ SURPRISE, EVERYONE CAN SEE EACH OTHER'S MEMORIES so tag around as you like
⍟ GET EMOTIONALLY TERRORIZED FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Comments

i - for i must die for what i've done

[serrata]

[ the handy dandy imgur link version

The memory seems to start in medias res, almost. It's a snippet only there as if to give context for what happens later. It starts with Kurumi scrambling away from the door of a classroom -- an elementary school classroom, by the looks of things so clearly not Megurigaoka. It's not entirely clear what has her so panicked to start with until you get a good look at the classroom door. There's a barricade of desks set up there, keeping anyone from getting in or out and a sea of tiny, grasping, rotting hands are all reaching out and grabbing at whoever's unfortunate to get too close.

Kurumi leaps to her feet and turns to the rest of the girls there. Miki, Yuki... and Yuuri. This is a dead end, Kurumi insists, and they have to go back. Yuuri cries out in protest -- can't they hear it? Can't they hear her in there? But her pleas fall on deaf ears and Miki and Kurumi just stare at her in concern. Yuki, at least, seems to indulge her and calls out for any survivors to try and make their presence known if they can. Eventually though, she just shakes her head sadly. There's no one in there. And for now, Yuuri is forced to concede.

They stay only long enough for Yuki to put the stuffed bear she's been carrying next to the classroom door Kurumi had scrambled away from and the memory fades into something else as the girls start to walk away...

It's a cold, dark night. The kind of black-as-pitch sky you only get in the very earliest hours of the morning, before the sun's started to rise. There's a biting wind drifting through the streets and it's bringing with it unsettling noises. Shuffling, the sound of hungry moans in the distance. This place is very clearly not safe.

And Yuuri, reasonably enough, looks terrified. She's standing before what looks like a school building that's only just managing to stand the test of time with shattered windows and battered outer walls. Yuuri's shaking and it's difficult to tell if it's cold or fear contributing to it. ]

She's there... she's in there, I heard her, didn't I? [ she's muttering softly to herself to try and keep her bravado going. ] So why did everyone else say they couldn't?

[ She swallows hard and squares her shoulders to properly steel herself. ]

Just wait for me, okay? Onee-chan's coming to find you.

[ Gripping a flashlight tight in her hands, Yuuri steps over the threshold of the school entrance and something... changes. Things start to blur together at the edges and bleed into themselves and even the image of Yuuri inside her own memory becomes a little indistinct and hard to focus on. Like even Yuuri herself has difficulty keeping this night straight in her head.

'Rii-nee?' a tiny voice calls from somewhere in the upper levels of the school and Yuuri whips around. ]

Ruu-chan...!

[ It doesn't look like bravado's an issue anymore. Yuuri goes tearing up stairs, staggering and tripping but never losing her footing.

Her desperation is so palpable it's almost sad. Only when she's on the second floor does she finally slow down, panting for breath. It's so quiet here that the silence is oppressive almost, broken up only by Yuuri's soft gasps for breath. She makes her way down the hall, hugging herself for comfort and, unusually for her, paying no mind to the stuffed bear sat on the floor that she passes on her way to one of the classroom doors.

If you listen -- and listen hard -- you can hear something behind it. Shuffling, scratching and hungry groans that sound more animal than human. But it's coming through like a channel on a badly tuned radio, fuzzy, distant and distorted.

Yuuri stares at the door for a long, long moment and it almost seems like she's going to turn tail and head back downstairs. But she swallows hard and steels herself and finally reaches out a trembling hand to slowly ease the classroom door open.

And then with no warning, the memory cuts to black there. ]