![Lost. [Open - Character Plot] Empty](https://2img.net/i/empty.gif)
Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap...
The same action at the same rythm. Sitting on a crate could be seen a girl of average height, a rapier in her lap. She was obviously not in a good mood, for when she looked up, her eyes were... empty. A few hours had passed since she had arrived and sat on the crate, yet she had not moved an inch. She had not moved to push away the locks of soft pink hair falling on her face. She had not moved an inch to push her rapier away, although she had cut herself accidentally a few times with it. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to even exist.
Burying her head in her hands, Antonia let out an exhausted sight, closing her eyes, her petite body shaking slightly as the tears attempted to make their way out, slide down on her face and taint her eyes in horrid red, although Antonia didn't allow that. Holding back the tears was a horrid feeling; yet something she was used to doing already. Looking up at the sky, there, where the Sabertooth Guildhall was, Antonia sniffed slightly, her cat ears twitching slightly, eyes empty. She was tired of being alone.
Getting up, the Half-cat put her hands up, stretching slightly, for sitting in the same place for hours had left her stiff. Cracking her neck, Antonia took the rapier and slid it inside its sheath, attached to her belt, as always, rubbing her eyes. Looking up, she stared at where the Sabertooth Guildhall was, emotionless, her blue eyes colder than ever. So much time she had spent in that guild, yet she knew so many people. Almost no friends, she doubted anyone in there knew her enough to consider her a friend, or even an acquaintance. And this had to change, now. If nothing changed, if she was still left out, unnoticed by anyone, and alone, then it meant one thing; that she didn't belong to Sabertooth. That her place wasn't in the guild, and perhaps it wasn't even in Fiore.
Stepping on the teleportation lacrima that led her to the Guildhall, Antonia sighed, her hand immediately reaching for her rapier, grip tightening around its handle. How could she make people notice her? It was a task easy for many people, but that resulted difficult for her. She wasn't a person who called attention easily; yet that didn't mean she had to be left out. So, simply put, she walked towards the door, the grip around her rapier tightening to the point her knuckles became white, her tail barely moving an inch due to the tension, and opened the door, without hesitating, without wondering if it was or was not a good idea.
The same action at the same rythm. Sitting on a crate could be seen a girl of average height, a rapier in her lap. She was obviously not in a good mood, for when she looked up, her eyes were... empty. A few hours had passed since she had arrived and sat on the crate, yet she had not moved an inch. She had not moved to push away the locks of soft pink hair falling on her face. She had not moved an inch to push her rapier away, although she had cut herself accidentally a few times with it. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to even exist.
Burying her head in her hands, Antonia let out an exhausted sight, closing her eyes, her petite body shaking slightly as the tears attempted to make their way out, slide down on her face and taint her eyes in horrid red, although Antonia didn't allow that. Holding back the tears was a horrid feeling; yet something she was used to doing already. Looking up at the sky, there, where the Sabertooth Guildhall was, Antonia sniffed slightly, her cat ears twitching slightly, eyes empty. She was tired of being alone.
Getting up, the Half-cat put her hands up, stretching slightly, for sitting in the same place for hours had left her stiff. Cracking her neck, Antonia took the rapier and slid it inside its sheath, attached to her belt, as always, rubbing her eyes. Looking up, she stared at where the Sabertooth Guildhall was, emotionless, her blue eyes colder than ever. So much time she had spent in that guild, yet she knew so many people. Almost no friends, she doubted anyone in there knew her enough to consider her a friend, or even an acquaintance. And this had to change, now. If nothing changed, if she was still left out, unnoticed by anyone, and alone, then it meant one thing; that she didn't belong to Sabertooth. That her place wasn't in the guild, and perhaps it wasn't even in Fiore.
Stepping on the teleportation lacrima that led her to the Guildhall, Antonia sighed, her hand immediately reaching for her rapier, grip tightening around its handle. How could she make people notice her? It was a task easy for many people, but that resulted difficult for her. She wasn't a person who called attention easily; yet that didn't mean she had to be left out. So, simply put, she walked towards the door, the grip around her rapier tightening to the point her knuckles became white, her tail barely moving an inch due to the tension, and opened the door, without hesitating, without wondering if it was or was not a good idea.
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