Just a note before I start. The song that she sings is called Sweets Time that was originally sung in Japanese, a remix of 'U.N. Owen was her?'. The song is translated through this site:
http://touhou.wikia.com/wiki/Lyrics:_Sweets_TimeThe character I used as a template was Flandre Scarlet from the Touhou Project as well as the original song. (The non-remixed version.) All I was given a song and a face, so I made my character based off those concepts. So the personality, memory, and structure of the character are all on me.
The character Ami was used in an RP on this forum as a two part opening post. Has been slightly edited from the original, but can be found:
awakened-t13130.htmlNow that I have cover the basics, here I go with the post. Also, hooray for last minute posts! Hope you enjoy. ^_^
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♫♪
Apples and honey.
The jam in the tea is apricot.
I threw the silver
Teaspoon against the wall.
Hurry up, let's play.
Dolls never say anything.
They just try to sing
The one song they know.
The little bluebird
Escapes from its basket,
Gets beaten in the rain and
Gets its wings torn cleanly off.
Come on, I'll sing with you.
Teach me a new song.
Nobody answers me.
Nobody sings to me.
I'll give you a piece
Of sweet, melting chocolate.
Wasn't it delicious?
Come, let's sing again.
Apples and honey.
If I mix their red and gold,
Will it turn black,
The same color as the sky?
Hurry up, let's play.
The dolls still say nothing today.
I'll sprinkle some honey
On that red dress.
I'll shut you up alone again
In a castle built of toy blocks.
Come on, I want you to sing.
Let me hear you sing.
Here is some new tea,
This time with orange marmalade.
I threw the silver teaspoon
Against the wall.
♪♫
A little girl singing a song of tranquility to a barren room. The dolls remain motionless, they do not dance, they do not sing back. A white painted in a dried red. She entrances herself to the melody, watching the honey slip through her hands.
She was bored of this room, bored of this place, bored of the same song everyday. She used to be terrified of the outside room. The undiscovered areas, the unexplored terrain outside these white walls. What could be out there? What could be waiting for her? Was it full of dolls and red tea?
Ami stood up. Her ragged and blood soak dress hung damp, still fresh from her play. Her eyes were bright red, still active from drinking her tea. Her clothes stuck to her skin, a sticky kind of wetness. They dripped a crimson flow, echoing through the closed space. She thought she heard a familiar sound.
Clank, tiiiiiiiiitttttch, clack! Metal rubbing and hitting more metal.
She always heard it before a doll came to her. Dolls for her entertainment. For her enjoyment. Her play. But not today. Not now. She wanted out. She wanted to run free. She wanted to see it all.
Pat, pat, pat, pat, pat! Drrrrrrraaaaaaagggggggggg! Footsteps followed by the rubbing of the doll to the floor.
Never once had she tried to escape. Never had she been so eager and anxious of the creak of that door. It would be her starting mark. Her opening to the race. The crowd was ready. Cheering for her victory.
Her blood! Her blood raced, it grew so hot! This feeling was so addicting, just like before she made her dolls sing. The song of their oncoming silence. She couldn't hold still. Her feet pranced in the excitement. They made sticky patting as she hopped to and fro, a beat to the song of freedom. She could not control the adrenaline.
D-d-d-d-d-click! B-errrrnnnn...!That was it! The moment she was waiting for!
A burst of speed she slammed into the dolls, sending the standing black bird into the wall. It collapsed singing a song, red tea smeared on the wall. So bright, it was true! This world outside her walls! A smile of white ivory. She couldn't help it. She couldn't help it at all. She just laughed. A twisted screaming laugh. Her breath trying to keep up with her lungs pushing the air out.
Noises and voices. They sung similar tunes. More black birds. She ran at them, pushing through them, ripping, biting. Her laughter still going. Walls, doors, tea, honey, teaspoons! They were everywhere!
The outside, it enthralled her senses! New smells, new sights, new songs! How could she choose? She ran through corridors. Past birds and dolls. She kept running, leaving smears of tea with her feet and drippings of her red dress. These creatures were nothing to her, moving like slow little things. She just ran right through them.
Eventually she stopped. Her laughing done. Only sounds blaring in her ears. Lights flickering the halls, in a gold yellow. Where was she? Nothing was here. Everything caught up with her. The air was so crisp! It burned her lungs as they breathed in and out. She started feeling tired, the adrenaline slowing down. She looked herself over, red tea everywhere. Dripping... dripping.
She was lost. It all looked the same, corridors of extended rooms. She became frightened. The outside world... it... it was so big. Where could she go? What could she do? She huddled herself, like someone who was cold and wet. She started to shiver. She... she missed her room already. She did not want to go back. No too late. She... she was just lost now. And scared. She only started to walk. Moving slowly down the endless tunnels and tubes.
Ami walked solo down the hallways. Her arms clenched in shivering. The environment was not cold, no, it could be said being warmer than her room. But she was having a bad reaction to the open space. Her feet dragged on the floor, an annoyance by itself. Was the floor sticky? Or were her feet?
Scllicth,
scllicth,
scllicth.Was this the outside world? The world outside her white room? More open white rooms? And orange lights flashing and spilling across the background? Why? Their songs... their songs were all wrong...
She got angry, jumping up to the siren and light. She smashed the device with one mighty swing. But even after she did, the lights did not stop. Their song did not go silent. Too many. They stretch into infinity.
She held her head, pushing her hands into her forehead.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Please! Shut up!Her eyes began to water from sorrow. This place... scared her.
But then a familiar sound.
A song! A song she knew! One of the songs she had heard before. It was the song of a bird. They all had their only melody, their own chorus. But they all had one perfect song. The song before they became dolls...
Everything drowned out of her head. The lights, the imperfect song. The sticking of her feet. All she could think of was the sound of a bird. A huge grin on her face. She walked hastily in the direction that she heard it from. She no longer felt cold, her right hand was extending. She was clawing the wall as she walked, dragging the screech it made with her. Nails on a chalkboard.
Birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy, birdy! Birds birds, birds, little fluttering birds! They sing! Sing! Sing! Sing so beautifully! I... I want to rip off their wings!She couldn't hold it in anymore. She began cackling aloud. The joyous little laugh of hers.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"Her breath increased, her body readying for... for what she would do to the bird. She turned the corner seeing what she wanted. A little red bird, standing there near a door.
"Hello little cardinal. Will you sing for me?" She said happily.
She edged closer and closer. Savoring the moment.