Day 51: Arts and Crafts [Second Shift]

[gald_digger]

They actually listened to some of the suggestions people put in that box? Anise thought the Head Doctor had to be joking when he said that, but she soon heard him mention something that she herself had suggested: sewing supplies. They were really going to get some? Anise could finally get a real needle, so she could make repairs to Tokunaga whenever she needed to. She swiped one of their blunt, plastic needles before, but using that just left big holes in the fabric. Using it on Tokunaga made her feel bad, like she was hurting the poor doll.

"Isn't that nice, Dolores?" The nurse must have caught Anise's hopeful look. "But remember, you'll need to be on your best behavior until then."

"I know, I..." Anise began with her usual dismissive reply, but quickly remembered that the intercom had said 'behavior and attitudes', and instantly changed her tune. "I'll do my very best! Hee hee!" She forced a smile for the old hag.

Unfortunately, the sewing supplies weren't here today, so Anise had to find something else to do for now. Stepping inside the Arts and Crafts room, she quickly found that several tables already had paper craft ('origami,' they called it?) supplies laid out for them, so she guessed she'd just occupy herself with that. The girl sat down at one of the tables, opened up one of the books, and started looking through it.

Cranes, frogs, horses, turtles... There were lots of familiar animals, and a few unfamiliar ones, too. The rabbits looked kind of cute.

[For Ilia!]

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"Well now," the nurse began, standing behind him as the intercom clicked off, "that sounds nice, doesn't it? You came just in time, Gerard; ah, you do like to sew, don't you? So"

and she went on, went on as he cleaned up the breakfast tray, went on as they walked through the Sun Room, went on as she ushered him through the door to the Arts and Crafts Room. Detaching himself from the garrulous wart, Uryuu moved to examine the sewing supplies they did have. They weren't promising. In fact, they didn't deserve to be called sewing supplies; they hardly qualified as for-toddler designed substitutes. Features pinched with displeasure -- as if, really, sewing was a priority! but, if forced to take part in insipid activities, might as well -- he sat himself at a table with origami supplies.

It had not only been a sewing club, back in Karakura. Uryuu had been the president of the Handicrafts club; origami didn't quite apply, but he still knew how to fold some shapes without looking. It had been a nice, quiet activity, relatively mess free, for a boy to do when silence was not only a virtue, but a commandment.

As he thought over the migraine inducing information given to him during breakfast, Uryuu's hands moved, as if on their own accord. When mind and fingers stilled for a brief interlude, he noticed that he'd folded a crane. Even the West knew, these days: 1000 cranes, and one's wish came true. With alterations as to what, exactly, the reward was. He didn't believe in wishes, in luck or chance or any of it. His lips twisted into a wry, skeptical mockery of a smile at the thought of it. People wasting time folding hundreds and hundreds of cranes, rather than working. But--

Surely, only because Inoue-san had also been a member of the Handicrafts Club. She'd wish for something ridiculous, like for every period to be lunch, or for it to rain jam and breadcrumbs (the smile, lingering, changed), or for Kuros. Uryuu resumed folding, a second crane materializing.

It wasn't a wish, of course. Merely his best behavior, should he still be trapped tomorrow. Orange and blue; he took and creased a green sheet.

[for kairi!]

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By the time Kairi entered the Arts and Crafts room there were already quite a few people - for one, she saw Sora speaking with Roxas. That made her smile ... to see him spending so much time with the other boy had her wondering what her Nobody was doing. She'd have to write her a message on the bulletin asking how she was doing.

However, within moments of looking around the room, Kairi's eyes fell upon a boy who appeared to be folding things out of paper ... making birds, it looked like.

Without thinking, the once princess moved towards him, a bright smile on her face as she tilted her head slightly so she could look down at the cranes the boy had just folded. "Wow! These are beautiful. I was never good at origami, so I pretty much made only flowers. Or ... attempted to," she looked from the cranes to the boy, giving him a smile instead. "My name is Kairi. May I sit with you?"

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Mostly, the other students never approached Uryuu: his personality made sure of it. Handicrafts Club was the single exception, when the students (mostly girls) would approach if they needed something mended. It was almost nostalgic more than surprising, then, to realize that a girl had stopped at him, and complimented his cranes.

If not for the stark reminder of her uniform, he might have forgotten. As often happened when praised for his needlework, Uryuu was taken aback by the compliment. In part because--

"They're very simple... unremarkable, really." Leaving the green half-finished, he pushed at his glasses, looking up at her through the shifting lenses. Nostalgia ended not only at the uniform, but with her request to join him. Intending to say no, her smile distracted his resolve, and he gestured at a seat instead.

"Ishida Uryuu. Last name, first. Did you go from a book? At times the illustrations aren't useful."

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Kairi smiled as the boy allowed her to sit, and she sat next to him. "Nice to meet you, Uryuu." It was a very different name - she liked it.

"Well," she began, reaching out to grasp onto one of the papers, "I did it in my art class as well, but I wasn't good at folding the folds perfectly. I tried to look through a book after the class was over, but it just made me even worse, so I gave up and just went back to writing instead," she said with a small laugh, looking up at the boy. "Oh well."

She began folding the paper this way and that, trying to remember how to make a flower. "Where are you from? I don't believe I've ever seen you around before. I hope you don't mind my asking, I just like to hear about the places others live."

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[ooc: a full month later?! please feel free to ignore this, i'm just neurotic and filled with guilt! lsdkfmds ;_;]

He could little fathom how, after the focus of a class and referring to a book, one could actually become worse at origami. In fact, at anything. Though, she spoke of writing; while a creative talent, possibly, it was a talent of a different kind. Uryuu did catch himself before making an allowing comment, such as, we all have our strengths, or something like it. Silence met her 'oh well', though his look was more speculative, softer than he'd have chosen.

There seemed little reason to lie, and given the number of languages he'd heard the night before, Uryuu couldn't deny a similar interest.

"Japan," he answered, secure in its generality. He considered, then added, "Earth", risking seeming properly insane for adding what should be obvious. Uryuu wasn't so sure that it was. She seemed the type to reply in kind without being prompted, so he waited, gauging her reaction while almost subconsciously looking at her fingers.

They appeared to be hoping for a flower. Once finishing his crane, he took another piece and made quick work of something similar, but not identical. A rose (http://www.bloom4ever.com/howto/fold_early_half_bloom/Images/standard_rose_flower_43.jpg).