I am not the hero you ordered [open]
Sept 27, 2010 20:18:40 GMT -5
Post by Emiko Nakajima on Sept 27, 2010 20:18:40 GMT -5
a strange place indeed
awaiting more instruction
shall prove difficult
awaiting more instruction
shall prove difficult
There was an aura that Hammel gave off, a sort of historical aura. Standing by its front gates, gazing at the brick buildings, and noting the finesse of the architecture, one couldn’t help but love the building. Even when it was pouring down rain, it had some dignity about it. The arches of the windows and the steeple towering over of the main entrance made any other school seem insignificant. The red brick of the building was nothing like the ivory panels and whitewashed concrete of Eisai. This building was not built into the side of a mountain overlooking terraced farmland and snowcapped peaks. But, even though it lacked a similar landscape akin to the building she called ‘home’, the Japanese woman looking up at it from under her gray umbrella still felt a sense of belonging coming from inside. It was beckoning her.
She walked slowly up the stairs, feeling almost like an exchange student of sorts. She had tried to dress up for the occasion, but she wasn’t sure what to wear- She had gone with an outfit she had simply pulled from her suitcase after arriving at her apartment, trying to remember something about white shoes and some strange day she wasn’t allowed to wear them after. All and all, she considered the brown obi, white skirt, and purple top to go very well together with her (safe) brown slip on shoes. She tried to avoid the puddles that the drizzle had created and made her way up the front steps, closing her umbrella after safely negotiating her way up the steps to the overhang that preceded the main doorway.
She felt tired, but it was to be expected- the flight out had been long and, even with her long nap on the fight from San Francisco to JFK, she was still lagging. It was nighttime in her home country, and her body wasn’t used to the change as of yet. She suspected she would have many sleepless nights for the next few weeks. She’d have to train her body fast. The car from the airport to her apartment that Eisai had set up for her had a Japanese driver, and it was nice to talk to him, but she had to remember all the English she had learned in school and in her training. Emiko was confident, but fearful- what if her fatigued brain could not keep up with what was being said? She tried her best to wake up before she came, as a result. She had taken a cold shower in an attempt to snap awake. So far, it had worked.
The Japanese woman was greeted by a stream of warmer air as she entered the main hall, looking around at the students who bustled to classes. Some of them looked to her, others passed her by. Each one of them, she could see fears. It was like an image looming over their heads. One was afraid of falling, another, snakes. A boy that brushed by her was terrified of being overweight. She made her way down the hall, the crowd of students parting for her ever so slightly.
Stepping into the main office, she already felt a little lost. Who was she supposed to see first? Was she even in the right place? Did she look a little too naïve? Maybe she shouldn’t have worn a skirt. Her old police attire would’ve suited her better. She looked much too girlish in this- in all honesty, it was one of the few skirts she owned. She cleared her throat and looked around aimlessly before clasping her hands behind her back and stepping up to the desk. Her first course of action? Calling out to anyone who could hear. “Hello? I am looking for a Romanov-san?” She bit her lip. “I was sent from Eisai Gakkou...” She hoped that would help clarify things.