[PS] Park

[Bra]

The princess? mind raced to make sense of the series of completely ridiculous events that had left her standing inside a grand hall which led to several facilities contained within the Dante?s Abyss tournament.

Apparently, according to several banners, she was currently in the pre-show stage of the tournament, where no actual combat would take place. A sigh of relief escaped Bra?s lips; she was in no mood to fight.

Her thoughts returned to Grimshaw as she wandered down a rounded, descending corridor, complete with automatically opening doors at regular intervals. The old man must have suffered greatly, trapped - as he was - between life and death. The hybrid knew there was nothing she could do about the situation, but still, it was painful to see a hero of such caliber doomed to such an egregious fate.

Bra continued her half-hearted trek, touching on memories of friends, new and old, and her family. A frown painted across her face as she began to realize that her memories had grown fuzzy, and distant. Some people dotted within her thoughts she could hardly place, as though she should have known them, but couldn?t.

The demi saiyan passed through another set of metal, sliding doors, and found herself within an expansive, man-made park. Bra paused, taking in the sight. It was gorgeous; lush trees stood tall over perfectly-cut grass, a lake filled with Japanese coy drained into a shallow creek, which lapped gently against the rocks as it rolled down a hill, and dozens of little stands had been set up at regular intervals along the footpaths.

A dauntingly large crowd had gathered here, causing the cyan haired girl to shy away from the main clearing of the environmental haven. Instead, Bra quietly slipped away, heading down one of the dozens of paths, disappearing behind a wall of foliage.

Soon, the girl found herself at a bridge over a far mightier river than the little creek she had seen before, and took a seat on the edge of the wooden suspension bridge, letting her feet dangle over the side. For a long time, she simply watched the water and listened to it?s rhythmic churning and roaring, letting herself finally relax and lean back, releasing some of the enormous tension building up within her.

Her long hair continually brushed against the wooden planks which had made up the bridge, and Bra found herself playing with a lock of it, twisting it around her index finger as she idly watched the river below.

Bra?s eyelids grew heavy, and so she lied down, her legs still hanging over the edge, but she refused to close her eyes. She wanted to be awake, so now she studied the clouds above. Had she paid more attention, she would have known they were artificial, but, to her, they were as real as they had to be.

OOC: Feel free to crash Bra's... uh... bridge.