AI, Hiroko

[hiroko]

-- Hiroko Ai. eightteen. senior. model.

Rare was it that Hiroko would leave the dorm for anything but classes. She was a recluse, with no friends to see, no family to visit, no need to shop or anything. Some weekends she would leave for the entire day to go shopping, clothing, food, whatever. She had her own fridge and microwave in her room so she did not have to disturb the men in the dorm or the other girl that occupied the room with them. She was basically self-sufficient, and the internet, her classmates, provided her with hours of entertainment as they bitched and whined about their problems all over the school chat. It was adorable how they expected all the others to care about them, and the sad thing was, the others jumped through those hoops.

Just like the other night, how one girl who was obviously a friend of her roommates Cory and Trent, had threatened to kill herself over some boy or whatever. Hiroko had only been half paying attention as she had been dozing in and out of sleep, but Trent had gotten pissed at the poor stupid girl and some random guy had to tell Trent to take a chill pill since he had exploded at the idiotic suicide watch girl. This had woken Hiroko up and she had watched with delight as the words filled up the skin, a temporary tragedy on the internet, one of thousands probably taking place at that time, within only their state.

It was always entertaining when others tried to end their lives just because some person wouldn't be with them as their boyfriend or girlfriend. Hiroko had no sympathy for those people, they were idiots for thinking that they were meant to be with those people. If that person did not want to be with you, could you not figure out that they were not meant for you? Find someone else that could tolerate your idiocy. But then again, Hiroko had sympathy for few to no people at all, maybe she had a soft spot for children but she was rarely around children at all, the idea left a strange feeling in her.

But none of that was mattering at the moment, now was the present, the past meant nothing to her, but it meant everything to everyone else, she wanted to know everyone's past. Why? Because everyone let their past affect their present, and Hiroko loved to mess with people in the present with their past. It was entertaining to reopen old emotional wounds and watch as they squirmed as the emotions flooded out like the life force that was their blood. It was amazing how much emotion meant to people, how much being cared about, to be valued meant to people. People were social animals after all, they needed to be valued or else they were nothing at all.

But yes, the present, that was where Hiroko was, occupying the well worn leather chair that had come from her father's old office which was now located in front of a cheap looking desk with a large computer monitor on top and a large computer tower underneath. When Hiroko wasn't busy messing with people, she enjoyed playing computer games, online games were the best, mixing her social skills with the entertainment that it was real people faking themselves through life.

At the moment she sat curled up into herself wearing a black tank top and a pair of dark purple sweatpants, clothing no one had ever seen her wear. She was a very small girl, only 5'4" in height and extremely light, barely reaching 100lbs on days that she ate a full meal, which she rarely did. She slowly uncoiled herself from how she was sitting and stood up slowly, her joints were aching and she knew it was time to take her medicine. She reached over and slapped the button on top of her computer monitor to turn it off. That simple act hurt her entire arm. She took the bottle of pills out of her drawer, shaking it. It was full.

She then slowly walked over to the mini-fridge and opened it and looked inside. There was no water. She had forgotten to restock. Hiroko silently cursed herself and glanced over at her door. She did not believe anyone was home at the present time so she figured it was okay to venture out to the sink. She approached the door and leaned on it slightly as she opened it. Hiroko half-stumbled out the door, her knee joints were refusing to bend properly. She grimaced in pain as she looked up at the kitchen area and was genuinely surprised when she saw Trent there.

For a second she was caught off guard, for the first time in a long time, Hiroko had no control over herself, but quickly a gate shut down and her face went to it's normal unemotional look. "Ah, Trent, I did not think you were home," She spoke to him, trying to keep her voice monotone but finding her dry throat betraying her, causing her voice to crack slightly as she stood in the door, bracing herself on the door frame. She decided to jab him for no other reason then seeing her like this. "Would you like some sake? It's a traditional Japanese alcoholic beverage, I would gladly share with my dorm mate," Her voice cracked again and she mentally cursed herself again.

Helen. twenty. central time.