Wassup? Anya here. Saw Big Hero Six on the weekend. Aaaaaand so now I'm here. Enjoy. Title is subject to change.
The sun was finally out in the sky over New Yorea, and Kaori Shibata finally allows herself to turn away from her telescope and put away her star chart. Having been up on the roof of her family's house the entire night, the teen girl was spent, and couldn't wait to take a nap. Putting away her charts and pencils, she started the tedious task of collapsing her telescope and getting it back into her bedroom. Eventually, the task was completed and Kaori slumps onto the crisp sheets of her bed, no doubt replaced by one of the maids when she was out.
As it had been since her accident 5 years ago and the move from her hometown, the young girl's movements had been relatively restricted. She typically only hung out on her floor and on the roof, and could occasionally be seen roaming the gardens of the family estate. She had to make due with what she had since she was forbidden to leave the grounds.
After wasting a few precious seconds lying around, Kaori was on her feet in no time, pouring a fresh cup of coffee and pulling out her star charts, the astronomer placed the delicate pieces of paper into what could only be described at Kaori's third child.
The invention was one of her pride and joys, built from scratch after the accident. It allowed her to put any paper in the machine and have it actuarially projected without distortion. Pulling open one of the many drawers on her desk sharply, she removed a worn box from its depths. Popping the top, she was greeted by perfectly organized paints, ranging from the darkest black to the lightest blue.
"Akira, harness please." She calls out, the softness of her voice showed it was one rarely used.
"Yes, Mama." Silver plates set into the walls around the massive room that Kaori called home flashed to life, a head shot of a pretty girl appearing.
A black strap on harness descends from the ceiling, right above Kaori's bed. After filling her palette with her preferred colours, the black haired teen was rising toward her high ceiling.
"Akira, calibrate Star-bot to Orion and Ursa Minor." Kaori instructs, surveying the ceilings. Half-covered in stars tediously drawn by hand, the mural was undoubtedly beautiful.
The star chart aligned itself, and Kaori busied herself with painting.
Hours later, when Kaori descended with copious amounts of paint on her face and her arms, she found her father waiting by her desk.
"Father." Kaori greets simply, untying herself from the harness and packing up her paints, finished for now.
Her father, Ichiro Shibata, was a world renowned architect, and her only parent, her mother, Veronique Shibata, having died when Kaori was barely eight.
"I have come to a decision."
Kaori almost dropped her paints. For two years, she had been pestering and persuading her father to let her return to the outside world, to let her go back to being a normal kid, not trapped on a massive estate.
"You're right. You deserve the chamce to be a regular kid again. You can go to SFIT." The aging man sighs.
That time, Kaori did drop her paints. They spilled out, all over the spotless floor. But Kaori paid no mind. She was going back to San Fransokyo. She was going to the Institute of Technology.
Kaori couldn't help it, and launched herself at her father, who swayed a little bit when his daughter's body slammed into his. Kaori was at a loss for words, and could only hope the hug could convey everything she was feeling.
Richard laughs, and pats her head. "You better get ready, Kaori. You have a train to catch tomorrow."
Richard soon leaves, and Kaori tries to calm down, but the girlish excitement is too much. She claps her hands, and a holographic screen flickers to life on one of the walls that corners off her bed from where she kept her clothes.
"Akira, activate hand-bots Alpha, Beta, Eta and Omega." The four pairs of robotic arms wheel themselves into view, and stop dutifully next to Kaori.
"Closet inventory please. Implement packing protocol Alpha-Hyperion-Four." A complete list of every article of clothing the teen owns shows up on the screen, and one pair of robotic arms returns from the perfectly organized closet bearing two black suitcases.
Kaori was something of a neat-freak, and everything from her necklaces to her coloured pencils were organized in an almost OCD way.
By the time the sun had risen to the middle if the azure sky, Kaori had filled both suitcases with the help of her robots.
"Fantastique!" She chirps in French, having been taught by her Parisian mother, then studied formally after her death. Kaori was fluent in six languages now, having a penchant for them, right on top of her art and robotics talents.
She was going back to San Fransokyo.
So character outline yeah?
Name: Kaori Shibata
Age: about 18 or so
Parents: Richard Shibata (Architect, alive) and Veronique Shibata (Painter, deceased). Veronique is Latina, adopted into a French family. Richard is the son of an American and a Korean-Japanese.
siblings: None
- Has black hair and light blue eyes. Of athletic build, and tends to wear pants and long dresses or skirts. has an accident five years ago, and lost a couple of memories as a result.
So thats pretty much it for now. Please review, I don't even know if i should continue. :)
-Anya