Kanashii Katashiro stood as soon as the bell rang, her movements graceful and fluid, as if they had been programmed into her at birth.<br/>"Wednesday.... Sports Club meets on Wednesday. I don't like sports... I won't join their games." From afar, it could easily be assumed that Kanashii was simply thinking aloud, or perhaps reciting something from memory. But if one should take a closer look, they would find that she actually was speaking in hushed tones to a small porcelain doll tucked underneath her left arm.<br/>After brushing a lock of ebony hair away from tickling her cheek, Kanashii sighed, what else was there to do on a Wednesday aside from homework? She could wander... Sometimes wandering helped her clear her mind of thoughts she'd prefer not to dwell on, other times it simply made her feel worse.<br/>But today felt like a good day, if any, to wander.<br/>Kanashii then slung her bag over her shoulder and made her way towards the exit of the classroom, nodding a polite thought slightly curt farewell to her Sensei and stepping out into the hallway.<br/>That of course was when choices came into play.<br/>Kanashii was bad with choices.<br/>"Where to wander..." she murmured, clutching the small doll beneath her arm closer to her, in a half hug.<br/>Kanashii was a second year transfer student, and obviously didn't know the area well enough to go anywhere on purpose. If she had a specific direction, she'd ask for help, but today, today was not for destinations. Today was for journeys.<br/><em>West.</em><br/>Kanashii nodded to herself, agreeing in silence with what she'd felt was internal instincts, that oddly came in the voice of a small childrens doll.<br/>And so, with no due hesitation, Kanashii began wandering west, taking twists and turns as she felt necessary, drinking in the scenery of the campus, growing accustomed to it bit by bit.<br/>Somehow along the way, she found herself outside the Kendo Practice Rooms.<br/>Keno was a sports club, she reminded herself. Sport.... with all it's violence and brutality.<br/>But perhaps she could allow herself to be a spectator for this sport? Watching and not participating?<br/>With a menial shrug, Kanashii moved forward and into the practice rooms, her eyes dancing across the space, looking for a good place to sit and become invisible for a while.<br/>