Call Me Ishmael {Doc}
Posted: 03 Feb 2016, 12:00
She did not have a name, unlike Kamikaze and Shizuka. She was nowhere as psychotic as Kamikaze, though she was not as passive as Shizuka. Never having come to full attention, except for a brief encounter with Charles, though Kamikaze and Shizuka had more face time with the man. Spending most of the time within the back of the mind proved to be counterproductive to what she wished to do, though every now and then, when both Kamikaze and Shizuka were 'asleep', she would take over, and wander the city, keeping out of sight as best she could. Her favorite haunt so far was the maze made out of a cornfield, since she always liked to just lose herself and see about alternative paths to the exits.
Currently, the woman was sitting outside of the maze, watching the nocturnal denizens wander the streets or drive, going onward with their lives. She looked around, her mind wandering. All of these people had names. Real names. Shizuka had a name, Kamikaze had a title, but she, herself, was only labelled with a number. Three. She was the third personality, and kept in the back burner of the mind, which she felt was slightly unfair, though she didn't mind, especially when she mainly focused on making sure that Kamikaze did not do anything to endanger them. She was the personality that kept Shizuka from trying to contact family out of worry. She felt she deserved a name.
Tomiko. The name seemed familiar to the personality. If memory served, it was the name of a soul that no longer inhabited the Shadow Realm. It was a sensitive soul, one that truly did not belong there, one that finally had found their peace. The third personality felt drawn to the name. She repeated it over and over, whispering it, thinking it. It felt natural to say, as if it was her own. Was this her own? She coudl not say, nor could she say. This was a big decision ahead of her, if she was about to name herself. It had meaning and it was something easy to say.
It looked as if her mind was made up on the issue, then. She nodded, then stood up, as she felt she had lingered outside far too long, though she could tell the other personalities were still dead to the world. She had time. Time... Time to do what exactly? She was not sure. Usually, with the time, Shizuka usually wrote in the journals for the spirits, and Kamikaze was forging weapons. Perhaps she would find something of her own to do. She knew that they had talked with the therapist only once, and she wished she had more time... Perhaps.. Maybe..
Pulling the phone out, Tomiko began to write an email to Charles.
Subject: Greetings
Body: Good evening, doctor. I believe you know this email address. We have not had much time to talk, as Shizuka and Kamikaze were too busy trying to speak. Perhaps, if you are interested, we could have a chat. Maybe somewhere more public than your apartment or even the junkyard, mm? I propose a meeting at one of the clubs, if you are interested in talking somewhere with people around. If not, I am sure we could find a more private location to catch up. You have not spoken with me much, perhaps a sentence or two, I cannot be quite certain. The host was chaotic at the time.
Sincerely, Tomiko.
Sending the email, the woman smiled, then wandered over to a bench, and relaxed on it. She found her name. It felt right to have one. She just needed to be more than a name, now, and a voice in the back of the mind. She needed to be her own person.
Currently, the woman was sitting outside of the maze, watching the nocturnal denizens wander the streets or drive, going onward with their lives. She looked around, her mind wandering. All of these people had names. Real names. Shizuka had a name, Kamikaze had a title, but she, herself, was only labelled with a number. Three. She was the third personality, and kept in the back burner of the mind, which she felt was slightly unfair, though she didn't mind, especially when she mainly focused on making sure that Kamikaze did not do anything to endanger them. She was the personality that kept Shizuka from trying to contact family out of worry. She felt she deserved a name.
Tomiko. The name seemed familiar to the personality. If memory served, it was the name of a soul that no longer inhabited the Shadow Realm. It was a sensitive soul, one that truly did not belong there, one that finally had found their peace. The third personality felt drawn to the name. She repeated it over and over, whispering it, thinking it. It felt natural to say, as if it was her own. Was this her own? She coudl not say, nor could she say. This was a big decision ahead of her, if she was about to name herself. It had meaning and it was something easy to say.
It looked as if her mind was made up on the issue, then. She nodded, then stood up, as she felt she had lingered outside far too long, though she could tell the other personalities were still dead to the world. She had time. Time... Time to do what exactly? She was not sure. Usually, with the time, Shizuka usually wrote in the journals for the spirits, and Kamikaze was forging weapons. Perhaps she would find something of her own to do. She knew that they had talked with the therapist only once, and she wished she had more time... Perhaps.. Maybe..
Pulling the phone out, Tomiko began to write an email to Charles.
Subject: Greetings
Body: Good evening, doctor. I believe you know this email address. We have not had much time to talk, as Shizuka and Kamikaze were too busy trying to speak. Perhaps, if you are interested, we could have a chat. Maybe somewhere more public than your apartment or even the junkyard, mm? I propose a meeting at one of the clubs, if you are interested in talking somewhere with people around. If not, I am sure we could find a more private location to catch up. You have not spoken with me much, perhaps a sentence or two, I cannot be quite certain. The host was chaotic at the time.
Sincerely, Tomiko.
Sending the email, the woman smiled, then wandered over to a bench, and relaxed on it. She found her name. It felt right to have one. She just needed to be more than a name, now, and a voice in the back of the mind. She needed to be her own person.