BLACK SWAN ● hanako's plotter

Nakahara Hanako, the fourteen-year-old magical girl who wields throwing knives into battle and has the ability to see – albeit sometimes limited – any part of the future she so chooses. Resentful of always being in the shadow of an over-achieving twin, Hana wished for herself to be “less useless”, and considers a life of battle a fair trade-off for becoming less of a failure. Three years in the magi business, and the middle school-goer has yet to realize the connection between magi and witch. She is a strong believer in set territories – though may wondering out of her own if she's desperate enough – and aiming only for witches. However, she has a non-violence policy toward other magical children; while she'll spit all the verbal poison in her arsenal, most of her encounters don't end in bloodshed. She's quiet, reserved, bitter, and envious; good luck with this little ball of hate.



There's lights that line these walls that beckon us to stay. A glimmer in the distance that gathers all the strays. And when I need it most, it breaks into a song that runs through all my veins and helps me to hold on. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. It was a long night: we ran along into the spotlight, you sang a song that made the children cry and all the people knew my name. It was a bright light. These lands combine into a great big mass, we sang along until the very last, and, oh, the jury stole my fame. And then we grabbed the sun and it shined into these eyes – believe me! Cover up, rain down, we wept on the edge of this town. It's all I want, it's all we want tonight. I feel it! Cover up, rain down, we wept on the edge of this town. It's all I want, it's all we want tonight.



You've got me feelin' like a pantomime, that's why I only love you part-time. It's just a matter of “oh, don't touch me, don't you, don't you touch me no more.” You've got my feelin' like a paradigm; your friends all want me in the meantime. It's just a matter of “oh, don't touch me, don't you, don't you touch me no more.” Hey, you've got all the money, honey, your eyes are lookin' runny and red. Hey, you think all your friends are funny, but all your friends are way overfed. If you've gotta go, I won't stop you. You'll hear me singin': glory, glory, hallelujah, you've made it easy for the both of us. If he's got a chest and some arms, you'll hear me singin': glory, glory, hallelujah, you've made it easy for the bother of us.



Emma stood in front of me tellin' me what I'm s'posed to be. Jackie loves to run and hide – give her love and she will die. Calling me, oh my, oh my, cross my heart and hope to die. Bourbon streets and bicycles, holdin' you in carnivals. Baby, is my love too old for you? Baby, is my love too old for you? 'Cause, Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you. Dinner bells and loaded gun, innocence is bound to run. Enemies are playin' fun, but don't you touch that golden sun. Innocence and sentiment is owned by hope, it's where your at, and baby, is my love to old for you? 'Cause Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you. Hell and silence, I can fight it, I can fight it. Hell and silence, I can fight it, I can fight it. Hell and silence, I can fight it, I can fight it. Hell and silence! Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you. Emma, I'm for you, you, you, you. Emma, I'm for you, you, you, you. Emma, I'm for you.

IT'S ONLY THERE TO TERRIFY MY MIND - A BLACK SWAN KEEPS HAUNTING ME