It had been a long time since the spirit of the girl known as Sachiko Shinozaki had felt this much rage. She had gotten used to the idea that she wasn't able to return to her little paradise within the death-laden halls of her school. What she could not get used to was all the vibrant life around her. People would pass by her without even knowing she was there, without knowing that a hate-filled, envious spirit was glaring at them in with eyes filled with anger. The fact that so many people seemed to be living so many different happy lives was so infuriating to her that she could hardly contain it.
The phantom girl was invisible atop the roof of a building, looking down with eyes filled with annoyance. "Look at them all. Like stupid little bugs, just waiting to be stepped on." A giggle escapes her lips, one that could easily be confused as the laughter of an innocent child if one did not know the nature of the ghostly girl.She holds one of her hands in front of her face, making a circle with one finger and thumb, and peers through it. "If I had a giant magnifying glass, I'd just burn them all like the ants they are. Whooosh! No more annoying people!" It sounds like something a mean spirited child might say without any conviction, but Sachiko actually meant it. The lives of those people meant absolutely nothing to her. They were mere toys to play with, break, and then replace.
But regardless of how much she meant it, she did not have the same power in this world that she had back home. There was no inescapable school to drag people into, she had to pick and choose her toys a lot more carefully. And that was what she was doing now. She had picked this building because it let her watch large amounts of people at once, to find someone particularly loathsome to torment.
And finally, she saw her. A girl who was just breaking away from her group of friends to return home. That girl had everything Sachiko was never allowed to have. She had friends, and was probably returning to a loving family. Those were the only reasons she needed to torment the girl. She didn't know her name at all. She just knew that she hated her. "Aren't you just the cutest thing? So adorable I can't help but want to mess you up." A mocking laugh escapes her as she suddenly vanishes from her rooftop perch.
Keeping herself concealed from sight, she lands a short distance from the girl, hiding behind a bush. She had no intention of concealing herself for long, though. She let out a pained sounding moan, audible to her intended victim, before stumbling into sight. It was all a show, of course. In her experience, this type of person was rarely smart enough to be afraid of her. Not until it was too late at least. She puts on her best pathetic, sad expression as she approaches. When she speaks, her voice lacks the sinister, mocking tone she had used when speaking to herself. Instead she sounds like a scared, confused child. It was a role she had a lot of practice in.
"..M...miss?" She looks up at the girl, the poor girl who has no idea what sort of spirit she was dealing with. "..S...something happened.....I don't know where I am...." She sniffles, a hand coming to her face to rub at tears that just aren't there. "...I can't find mommy and daddy and....and I don't feel so well..." While on the outside she was playing the role of the helpless child, it was difficult for her to hold back her smirk. She didn't intend to make this quick. She would not be satisfied with giving this girl a bit of a scare and some bruises. No, she intended to see her ruined. "...You...you'll help me, won't you?" If she was smart the girl would say no. But they were rarely smart. Not when they saw a 'child' in trouble. Trembling visibly, she waited for an answer, outwardly scared but inwardly plotting. No matter what answer Sachiko was given, she had no intention of leaving the girl alone. All that would change was the way she was tormented.
Re: Revision
The phantom girl was invisible atop the roof of a building, looking down with eyes filled with annoyance. "Look at them all. Like stupid little bugs, just waiting to be stepped on." A giggle escapes her lips, one that could easily be confused as the laughter of an innocent child if one did not know the nature of the ghostly girl.She holds one of her hands in front of her face, making a circle with one finger and thumb, and peers through it. "If I had a giant magnifying glass, I'd just burn them all like the ants they are. Whooosh! No more annoying people!" It sounds like something a mean spirited child might say without any conviction, but Sachiko actually meant it. The lives of those people meant absolutely nothing to her. They were mere toys to play with, break, and then replace.
But regardless of how much she meant it, she did not have the same power in this world that she had back home. There was no inescapable school to drag people into, she had to pick and choose her toys a lot more carefully. And that was what she was doing now. She had picked this building because it let her watch large amounts of people at once, to find someone particularly loathsome to torment.
And finally, she saw her. A girl who was just breaking away from her group of friends to return home. That girl had everything Sachiko was never allowed to have. She had friends, and was probably returning to a loving family. Those were the only reasons she needed to torment the girl. She didn't know her name at all. She just knew that she hated her. "Aren't you just the cutest thing? So adorable I can't help but want to mess you up." A mocking laugh escapes her as she suddenly vanishes from her rooftop perch.
Keeping herself concealed from sight, she lands a short distance from the girl, hiding behind a bush. She had no intention of concealing herself for long, though. She let out a pained sounding moan, audible to her intended victim, before stumbling into sight. It was all a show, of course. In her experience, this type of person was rarely smart enough to be afraid of her. Not until it was too late at least. She puts on her best pathetic, sad expression as she approaches. When she speaks, her voice lacks the sinister, mocking tone she had used when speaking to herself. Instead she sounds like a scared, confused child. It was a role she had a lot of practice in.
"..M...miss?" She looks up at the girl, the poor girl who has no idea what sort of spirit she was dealing with. "..S...something happened.....I don't know where I am...." She sniffles, a hand coming to her face to rub at tears that just aren't there. "...I can't find mommy and daddy and....and I don't feel so well..." While on the outside she was playing the role of the helpless child, it was difficult for her to hold back her smirk. She didn't intend to make this quick. She would not be satisfied with giving this girl a bit of a scare and some bruises. No, she intended to see her ruined. "...You...you'll help me, won't you?" If she was smart the girl would say no. But they were rarely smart. Not when they saw a 'child' in trouble. Trembling visibly, she waited for an answer, outwardly scared but inwardly plotting. No matter what answer Sachiko was given, she had no intention of leaving the girl alone. All that would change was the way she was tormented.