<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9WrbjrZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokokawa, Akimi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Girl's bathroom ~ Stairs (en-route to the bathroom)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Akimi finished her lunch and began packing up her dirty utensils. Lunch was almost over and she wanted to get cleaned up before classes began. The clock was at 12:55, just five minutes until classes. Just enough time to go and wash her hands before the bell rang for classes to begin. Akimi tucked her bag under her desk and made for the hallway.<br/><br/>Once in the bathroom the quickly made a check no one was in there before adjusting her padding. Not that she'd much care if a rumor started going around that she padded her bra, but she didn't want the rumor to get out of hand and ruin her entire chance at a fresh start. With that out of the way she turned the water on and began to wash her hands...<br/><br/>That was when the whispers started. Her heart raced as she looked around. Who was talking? It sounded like they were just over her shoulder whispering into her ear. The first thought that came to her mind was that the bathroom was haunted and a ghost was talking to her. Her knees were trembling. Should she run?<br/><br/>The thought didn't last long. She put her hands against the sink as everything went black.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When she opened her eyes, there was a momentary disorientation.That feeling like you woke up and can't remember where you are. Her eyes looked around, expecting to see the bathroom walls but instead... the stairwell? How had she gotten into the stairwell? Had someone carried her out here when she passed out?<br/><br/>And why was her face pressed into her knees? Her cheeks felt wet, too. Something was off. Something was far from right.<br/><br/>Akimi straightened herself out and stood up. The first thing she noticed, for the first time, was the fact she was wearing glasses. Not that wearing glasses was strange to her, she wore them all the time at home, but that was the problem. She's not at home. Normally she had her contacts in. So much confusion.<br/><br/>Bathroom. She needed to get to the bathroom and splash some water on her face. Maybe that would clear her mind and, hopefully, help her remember the last few minutes of her life and figure out why her memories weren't matching up to what she remembered.