I will not be RPing because I no longer have a computer and I despise RPing on mobile. I am sad that I won’t get to RP anymore for a very long time here on tumblr. I hope I can be back by October 13, my birthday, or Christmas which are the days I’ll be most likely to get a new one.
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As the woman request, she didn’t see a problem to sat at her side, so she did it. In fact the floor was so cold, but she was too tired to think how cool could be the floor. She take off her lack of blonde fringe out of her heavenly blue orbs, and gave her a kindly. “Yes. All I know about myself is my father dies before I was born, and my mom died on the day of give birth, since then I was raised inside of orphanage. Which means, I don’t have a family. Also I don’t know anything of my biological family. And one day, I was feeling so lonely, and then – I’ve found God, because he make me feel safe. Well that’s it.” The young nun hates to talk about herself. She doesn’t have anything interesting to say in her life. It was lonely, empty and sad.
“ There isn’t any catholics in your country? What’s the name of your religion?” She was curious, her mind was working, of imagining the beautiful cherry blossoms, and a beautiful picture of what it’s look like seeing close. She loves nature, and animals, and when she have time enjoy to watch birds. But she was right, God’ll forgive her, hopefully. She’s so scared of going to the hell.
“Do you like candies?”
“There probably isn’t many. Japan was closed off from the world, I suppose you could say, from 1633 to 1853. I believe, anyway. That was referred to as Sakoku which translates literally to “locked country”. Most people there are either Shinto or Buddhists. I was raised Shinto.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” she responded, clasping her hands in her lap. “I’m glad that you’ve found something that made you feel safe and all that good stuff. And why yes, I do. Who doesn’t, really?”
To make the nun feel better, she figured she’d shed a little light onto her past. “I grew up in the stereotypical abusive household like most serial killers do. My father was an alcoholic and so was my mother. To be honest, there really isn’t anything different that sets me off from most serial killers. History wise, anyway. A few things happened to me in my adulthood and I went coo-coo—-” She made a circular motion at the side of her head with an index finger. “—-and I killed ten men.”
It was impossible for the youngest nun from Briarcliff hides she was sleeping or taking a break, she’s never taking a break, and again, she find a good mood to please the patients there, a lot of nuns aren’t always in good mood as Mary Eunice. No, she was the nun kindest of open hearted there. As soon as she get inside of her cell again, she let a wide smile spread on her rosy lips, and her own cheeks flushed of how shy is she. “Good morning Haruna.”
She put the tray on her table, wiped her sweaty from her forehead, her breath hitched, and she was getting even more tired as the days goes by. She sat on that cold floor, knowing she have a break of 30 minutes it wasn’t enough, but if she walks till the room it’ll be the time to get back to work. “Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?”
She hopes she didn’t bother the patient, honestly. And she didn’t think Haruna was insane as people claims her to be. “God, will be mad at me.. I didn’t have time to pray.” She looked at her own cross hanging in her neck, playing with it with her longs fingers. The blonde sneezed, she’s obviously was getting flu. But she never gave up of work even if she’s sick.
“How’s your country?” She asked curious to pick a subject with the woman.
“No, not at all.” Upon watching her sit on the floor, the woman pulled her legs up to her chest to allow the woman to sit on her bed instead of the freezing floor. “Please, sit on the bed. The floor much be freezing.”
Although she was more comfortable around women, she wouldn’t hesitate to slit their throats. Just them being a woman resulted in a lesser chance of being killed by her. Besides, she doubted such a pure, innocent nun would ever give her a reason to kill her. But if she ever needed to kill her for whatever reason, she wouldn’t hesitate to do so.
“I was raised Shinto, though I haven’t prayed din over ten years, so I don’t know much about your religion, but isn’t he supposed to be forgiving? I think He can forgive you missing it. Bless you.”
A small sigh escaped her ivory lips upon the question. It had been quite a long time since she had thought about her homeland. “I don’t remember much about it. We moved to America when I was seven. By what I can recall, it was absolutely BEAUTIFUL, especially when the cherry blossoms bloomed. Were you raised here in America, Sister?”
