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Dorky OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Mon, 08/07/2024 02:19 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥"How about this." She smiled very sweetly. "You give me the candy... and I won't tell my daddy. Or, trust me, I could do even worse! Just give me it. Now." She reached for it with her PERFECTLY POLISHED, GLORIOUS, ALBEIT TINY HANDS. The candy would be HERS! 🌺Hyeon-jeong Yang's POV🍃They awoke to a slight rapping on the door, one that had long since grown familiar. One that always seemed hesitant, yet hopeful. One which they didn't care very much for. "Hyeon-jeong? Are... you awake?" "Yeah. I'm up," they replied unenthusiastically. It was always like this. Without fail, every single day. "I made breakfast. Kimchi Fried Rice. It's-" My favorite. I know, he thought before his father could even finish. He wasn't nearly as good at cooking as... Mom had been. But he tried. Although Hyeon-jeong didn't know if they particularly cared for his father's 'trying'. I mean, yeesh. This is sad. What does he want, The Father of the Year Award? Hyeon-jeong pushed their food around on his plate. They didn't find themself particularly hungry, but if it meant getting away from that... face, he almost wanted to. Jeez. He always looks like a ghost. "Could you... tell me about what happened at school yesterday?" Hyeon-jeong's eyes widened, and they immediately ate faster. "Nuffing hahppened," they told him flatly, while he was still chewing. "Hyeon-jeong, please. I know there's something you're not telling me." The pleading look on his face... it was almost like... Ugh. Shut up. SHUT UP! Stop pretending that you care. They hurriedly pushed the plate aside. "Oh, would you look at the time! Better go. Love you! Bye." Hyeon-jeong yanked their bag off the floor, "But... you haven't even finished-" They darted out the doors before another word could be spoken. Well. Glad that's over. And he wasn't even sure if he wanted them to. ~~ They sat down at their desk, doodling on the paper out of pure boredom. Eyeing their classmates, they pondered whether or not to hit one of them with a paper airplane... Ehhh. Nah. These idiots aren't worth it. [Read more] |
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Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Mon, 08/07/2024 02:17 (6 Months ago) |
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Gender: Male (He/Him) Age: 33 Years Old Birthday: February 29th Role: Adult, Teacher Personality: Pretty much the definition of a himbo. A very silly, goofy lad who rarely takes things seriously. He's overly optimistic and smiles a lot, and treats everyone like his best friend. He's a super loud, bright kind of person. Although... bright more so like sunny. He's kind of dumb and oblivious, especially socially speaking. But he always tries his best to make everyone around him smile! Unfortunately, the people he has to make smile are... middle school students. He is going to get eaten alive. Personality Type: ENFJ (Fe-Ni-Se-Ti) 9w1 so/sx 972 SCUAI EFLV Sanguine [Dominant] ESE Chaotic Good EF(N) Description: Here []Height: 6'0" []Weight: 176 lbs []Skin Tone: Olive []Hair Style: Medium-long length, messy and curly. []Hair Colour: Light Ginger. []Eye Colour: Amber []Clothes: Surprisingly normal, tends to come to class in button-up shirts/suits and ties. []Accessories: None of note, except for his obnoxiously pink glasses. []Other: He's so silly. He also has a magnificent mustache. History: TBD. Sexuality: I haven't decided yet. Voice Claim: TBD [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 07/07/2024 23:52 (6 Months ago) |
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Gender: Agender (They/He) Age: 11 Years Old Birthday: August 7th Role: Child Personality: A cold, callous individual who often makes snarky remarks. They think of themself as better than everybody else, and simply refuse to engage with most people because of such snobbery. He is more intelligent than most their age, at least when it comes to school, managing to skip a couple grades with hardly any need to try. They don't show it, but they actually really want other people to see them as cool. They're a more logical and calculating type of person who is not all that comfortable with emotional vulnerability. Often he covers up any true expressions of emotion with sarcasm and jokes. Personality Type: INTJ (Ni-Te-Fi-Se) 5w6 so/sp 538 RLOEI LVEF Melancholic-Choleric ILI Chaotic Neutral IN(T) Description: Picrew here []Height: 4'9" []Weight: 67 lbs []Skin Tone: Pale []Hair Style: Medium-ish length, with messy bangs. []Hair Colour: Black []Eye Colour: Brown []Clothes: Pretty much throws on whatever's comfortable. Pretends not to care. []Accessories: Four-pointed hair clip, black square eye patch (there's nothing wrong with their other eye, he just likes making up stories about losing it and freaking people out, and also thinks it looks cool), neat little bow around their neck []Other: Frequently wears earbuds or headphones to scream "introvert that doesn't like people" History: Their mother died when he was young, and they were raised mostly by a distant father who left to get the milk and rarely returned. After the loss of Hyeon-jeong's mother, his father was rather lax in his parenting out of grief. He was nice enough, but didn't seem to know how to reach Hyeon-jeong or to parent them properly. He led a rather isolated life thus far, where they weren't really friends with that many people. And the few relationships they did have didn't last long. Hyeong-jong Yang wound up becoming someone who didn't really care much for human companionship, and was rather lax about people as a whole. Sexuality: Not sure yet Voice Claim: Hiro Hamada from Big Hero 6? I think? I am not gonna regret this at all [Read more] |
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Dorky OFFLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Sun, 07/07/2024 22:18 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥"H-HEY! What was that for?!" She ignored the pathetic peasant's worthless protest, and turned her attention to what Loser Whale had said. Ohhh, so Harry was usually in the art room? SHE'D FIND THE LITTLE WORM, AND THEN SHE'D- "Could you... Say sorry. Please..." ... Wait a minute. She watched as some little squirt grabbed a large handful of peppermints... And gasped. "Hey, you!" She raised an index finger, pointing it accusingly at the scrawny teenager. "You are gonna share those. Right...?" Her eyes turned vaguely threatening at the figure. She couldn't care less about peppermints. But if this KID wanted them, SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE SOME TOO! [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 05/07/2024 01:23 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥Or... Rather she just rudely shoved them open. She stomped over to one of the kids, plastering a very false-looking smile upon her face. "Heyyy, YOU THERE! Do you know a kid named Harry?" she demanded. "We could be GREAT friends!" Her schemes of earlier were momentarily forgotten. All she wanted to know was where that little skunk was. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 03/07/2024 05:31 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥"Oh that sounds wonderful. I'm sure the other kids will love to have you. In fact, I know a kid who visits every Thursday and would be very glad to listen to your orders. His name is Harry and he doesn't think the rich should rule over the poors. Silly boy should really be taught a lesson huh?" She puffed out her chest with pride, hands on her hips. "Of course they'd love to have me! I am amazing, after all!" It somehow didn't occur to her that this was odd of Luther to say. She just had that big an ego. Wait... "His name is Harry and he doesn't think the rich should rule over the poors." "His name is Harry and he doesn't think the rich should rule over the poors." "HIS NAME IS HARRY AND HE DOESN'T THINK THE RICH SHOULD-" Her eye visibly twitched, her fingers slowly curling into fists. She started rapidly blinking. "HE SAID WHAT?! I SWEAR, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM, I'LL, I'LL!!" Sofia's mind rapidly put together a genius plan regarding stabbing the kid's dog in front of him, spilling paint all over his clothes, buzzing off all his hair, and breaking his glasses. If he had those. Or... Uh, a dog. She'd work out the details later. She incessantly tugged on Loser Whale's arm. "Take me there! NOW!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 03/07/2024 01:05 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥HEY, Buster! I heard that remark! "Awwww. You don't wanna finger-paint with me, Luthieee? I thought it might be one of the few things you're good at. Since you're a filthy commoner, you're prob'ly used to getting your hands dirty!" she exclaimed, in a bright, pleasant voice, as though she had uttered the hymns of a high-ranking angel. Still... it would be good to get on Mommy's good side. Maybe she'd stay home a little more... And stop making her spend time with this weirdo. Suddenly, she was struck with a momentous vision. Of pushing the bad, dumb other kids around, spraying paint all over them and pulling some dumb screaming girl's hair as Sofia jumped up and down with sadistic delight. Maybe I could burn the "comunitee centur" down... Hmm.. "Well... I guess that's not the worst idea. Maybe second-worst. Lead the way, Loser Whale!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 03/07/2024 00:33 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥Oh, please. Like Loser Waffles over here really didn’t mind. She narrowed her perfect, pristine eyes. Wait. Waffles were awesome… she really would have to come up with a better insult. “Thank you so much for your patience. Oh, would you look at the time! You and Arthur had better get going. Have fun!” Mrs. Arison practically shoved Sofia out the door, slamming it shut with a click. She was now left alone with her worst enemy. Curses. “Okayyy. Bye, I guess,” she half-muttered. ”How are you today, Sofia?” Oh, wowwww. “How are you today, Sofia?” she mimicked, in the lowest voice her underdeveloped vocal folds could muster. “Oh, just amazing! At least I was, before you came here.” She stared at her much-taller companion, contemplating deeply on a matter of UTMOST IMPORTANCE!!! Should I… kick him in his stupid butt? That sounds like fun. Should I… should I not… ”Do you have any plans? If you want, we could do some art today.” Her eyes widened. Wait. WAITWAITWAIT! That sounds perfect! Her mind was already concocting an ✨️elaborate scheme.✨️ She swished her magnificent pigtails, and beamed at him. “That sounds… kinda not-boring! I didn’t expect that of you, Loser Whale!” She clapped her hands together. “Can we doooooo… finger-painting?” Police Detective Abeni Madaki’s POVAutumn. A season where certain things come to an end, and others begin anew. The children, younger and older, would be making their way to school right about now. She momentarily wondered if they’d call her to the school for educational matters, as they sometimes did. Teenagers could be brutal. At times, they would do the craziest things. Some boy gets his hair set on fire, some girl beats another student for reasons she’s already forgotten. Drug dealings, lateness, the vandalizing of property, and in extreme cases… far, far worse. Hopefully, the middle and high schoolers of this generation wouldn’t have things too hard. It was never pleasant when something bad happened to somebody. Especially kids. Some young folks just didn’t know any better. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 02/07/2024 23:42 (6 Months ago) |
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥She giggled joyously as she did so, as though squashing ants was the most wonderful thing in the world. “YEEEes! Who’s your queen now?” she cackled. Only, to her dismay, it seemed that no more ants were wandering in. How terrible. Her mother, a thirty-five-year-old woman (who seemed to be making a conscious effort to appear twenty-five, made apparent by her bleach-blonde hair, numerous layers of makeup, and the absence of her glasses) clicked her tongue softly in dismay at the sight. “Dear, someone’s at the door! I think it’s your… babysitter,” she remarked, with barely hidden disdain. Sofia didn’t budge. Her nose, mouth, and eyes scrunched into a pout. “Hmmm, hmm, hm! Hmm, hmmm, hmmm!” she hummed to herself, drowning out the incessant noise. She sighed in reply, pinching at her forehead. “Honey. Please come out. Don’t make me get your father.” “I can’t hear youuuu! Lalalala!” Her mother groaned, barging into the room and yanking her upwards. “OOF! Let me gooo!” she whined, struggling uselessly. Her arms and legs flailed futilely, kicking at her mother’s thick, long skirt with all her might. Ugh… okay. Come on. There has to be a way out of this… “You’re going to have to see him eventually. Do you really hate your sitter that much?” Sofia blew a raspberry in response, scowling. “Yeah, duh! I don’t want a dumb sitter. He suuuucks! Why can’t I stay here?” She crossed her arms. “Because your father and I are going out. Now, be a good girl, and go greet Mr. Luther.” “Pleeeease? Do I have to?” She gave her mother… the eyes. Which, caused her mother to roll her own. “If you go see him… I’ll buy you something nice later. Do we have a deal?” SCORE! Wait, no. Gotta keep my cool… “Ughhhh. Fine.” Her mother put Sofia down and patted her on the head. “Good girl. Do you need me to walk you there?” “Excuse me, I’m EIGHT years old! Eight and a quarter! I’m a big kid, you know. I can handle myself.” She ducked away from her mother’s headpatting, and ran for the door. “Well… if you say so. At least she’s going…” Ugh. Grown-ups think they know everything. she thought with a roll of her eyes. Maybe next time, they won’t get so lucky! I’ll run away, I’ll run far, far away, and then they’ll be sorry! Sofia Elizabeth Arison (albeit reluctantly) made her way to the door. It always felt so tall, so very tall. So… final. It almost felt like she was taking a step towards something important. Something far bigger than herself. Though, I mean, come on, she was a big kid now. A whole eight and a quarter years old was SUPER big! Whatever happened next, she could handle it. For suresies. As she turned the handle and opened the door, she was met with… She squinted, and slowly, her irritated expression transformed into a delighted smirk. “Ohh, hi! It is I, the esteemed Sofia Elizabeth Arison. If it isn’t Mister Luther McLoserface. You here to ruin my life again?” Seemingly out of nowhere, her mother made an appearance. She clasped her hands together and bowed slightly. “Thank goodness you’re here, Luther. Thank you for coming. Please, take her away from here before she burns the house down.” Sofia frowned, immediately pouting again. “I’ll have you know I was only THINKING about doing that! Maybe!” Her mother let out an exasperated sigh. “See what I mean?” Police Detective Abeni Madaki’s POV“That dream again,” she murmured, slowly blinking her bedroom into view. Abeni Madaki got up from her bed, quickly and carefully as she always did, and snatched the clothes she had specially prepared the previous night to wear under her uniform. She wasn’t sure if it really meant anything. That dream she kept having, whenever she got enough sleep to dream… well, it was said that dreams always meant something. She knew that. Yet, how could they? They were mere concoctions of human thoughts. No facts to them, merely fantasy. There was no way it could speak to something of actual importance. There was no use dwelling on such things. She showered, brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, had her coffee and toast like she always did, straightened her hair, since it was growing out again, packed her things, and drove to the police station. Things had been rather uneventful lately. Which was good, but boring. Though she wasn’t sure if she should wish for a good case, given the suffering it often caused in the process. The last noteworthy thing she recalled… was from so very long ago, she wasn’t sure it counted. And she’d rather not think of that. It was… She carefully lit her cigarette, and looked over her paperwork. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary… For now. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 25/06/2024 19:53 (7 Months ago) |
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Name: Abeni Madaki Gender: Female Age: 35 years Birthday: December 8th Role: Adult Personality: A stern and cautious logical, aloof individual that is very methodical in everything she does. Abeni Madaki is best known for her intellect, as well as her capability at getting things done, as well as getting them done right. She's the kind of person to think that there is a rational explanation for everything, she simply needs to find it. She is rather cold, formal, and pragmatic, with a certain callousness to her politeness. Abeni is certainly interested in serving her community, she just doesn't particularly care for strong human connection in the process. She never truly lets her guard down, knowing that everyone is a potential suspect. Personality Type: ISTJ (Si-Te-Fi-Ne) 1w2 so/sp 153 LSI Lawful Good RCOAN Melancholic-Choleric LFVE IS(T) Description: [Picrew] [My traditional art of her with poor image quality] []Height: 5'9" (175.26 cm) []Weight: 165 lbs (~74.843 kg) []Skin Tone: Medium Brown (see Picrew.) []Hair Style: Well-groomed, elegant, long, straightened hair that goes slightly past her shoulders. Her ears are mostly covered by two long locks of her hair that cover part of her shoulders. She has sideswept bangs on either side of her face. []Hair Colour: Black []Eye Colour: Dark Brown []Clothes: Typically dressed rather formally. Tends to wear either suits, a trenchcoat, or button-up shirts with dress pants. She also wears boots, usually in darker colors. []Accessories: Her Police Detective badge. []Other: Always has bags under her eyes. Smokes cigarettes, and is rarely seen without a plain black cup of coffee. Has a few guns, a taser, a notepad, pens, a magnifying glass, a fingerprint duster, and various other equipment on her at all times. History: Abeni Madaki grew up with rather strict but distant parents. Every so often, they'd tell her how to behave, but most of the time, they hired trainers and personal tutors for her. They were so busy with their careers that they hardly got to know their daughter. Abeni, for most of her life, was left to her own devices. She did struggle at times, feeling like she could never rely on anyone but herself, but she managed. She remembered everything she had been taught, kept to herself for the most part, and always followed the rules. Even as a child, she was stiff, uniform, formal. Despite her very limited guidance in morality from others, she went on to become her own guide, seeing the injustices that many faced, and seeking to become a protector of the people. (Ahem, very vague, I know. Her backstory will be expanded upon in the story, don't worry.) Sexuality: Bisexual (& Demiromantic+Demisexual) Voice Claim: (I have no idea I'm sorry maybe she'll have one eventually) Name: Sofia Elizabeth Arison Gender: Female Age: 8 years Birthday: July 4th Role: Child Personality: The most infuriating, insufferable being imaginable. Sofia is a rude, loud, selfish, arrogant girl who will never accept when she's wrong about something. She goes out of her way to bully others and will never stop bragging about just how amazing she is. She is every secure, and already insecure person's worst nightmare. If she wants something, she'll stop at nothing to get it, and she doesn't care much if someone else wants it more. Is there anything good about her? Probably not. Personality Type: (She's a child so I'm not sure if this is accurate or not.) ESFP (Se-Fi-Te-Ni) 2w3 sp/sx 278 Chaotic Neutral/Evil(?) SEE SCUEN EFVL Sanguine-Choleric ES(F) Description: Here []Height: 4'2" []Weight: 49 lbs []Skin Tone: Pale Peach []Hair Style: Short with square bangs, is tied up in pigtails. []Hair Colour: Light Brown []Eye Colour: Dark Brown []Clothes: She wears what is shown in the Picrew with a skirt that matches the pattern. Also has plain black socks, and light red Mary Janes. []Accessories: As seen in the photo, two small black ribbons tie her pigtails. []Other: Her nose is adorned with freckles. History: Not much, given that she's a child. Sofia has been very spoiled thus far in her life, always getting what she wants whenever she wants it, and her parents have been relatively distant. They hire babysitters to attend to her most of the time. Unfortunately for Luther Waters, he is currently her babysitter. Send your thoughts and prayers. Sexuality: N/A. Voice Claim: Claire Francois from I'm In Love With The Villainess (Child voice, English Dub) [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 13/05/2024 03:07 (8 Months ago) |
💌Darcy Harper’s POV🦋He rubbed his aching head with a pained moan, the sharpness of his nails being slightly irritating as it pressed into his skin. “Am I… dead?” he whispered faintly, his voice cracking with the effort. His throat felt rough, and dry, although he spoke the words so quietly, so invisibly. No, this probably wasn’t what the afterlife was like. His eyes lifted slowly, squinting, straining to see, to hear… ah, there was someone else in here with him. It was… “Oh god, Darcy!” Oh, he knew that voice. Only faintly, and he didn’t have the most positive of memories to draw from it. Yet, still, it came as a relief. To see another person that he recognized down here. Out of all the things he could have thought about in that moment, somehow, only one ultimately made its way into words, floating through the foggy mess that was his skull. He remembered my name? He even… bothered? What was he doing here? “Kubo?” Darcy queried, stiffening. His shoulders hunched up slightly, his arms tightly at his sides. As though he wasn’t entirely sure how to react. “Is that really you?...” ”We thought you were dead! Holy sh*t, I can’t believe you…” Darcy stared blankly, blinking numerous times, like he was a machine that was attempting to process something. Then, he dusted himself off, putting his hands on his hips. “Well. You found me. Surprise, I’m not dead! Do you need me for something?” He almost felt a little guilty at how bluntly the words came out. But… honestly, all they could think was… Why does he care? Does he care? Does it really make a difference if I… ”We have to get you out of here.” Oh. Now that he thought about it… it seemed apparent just how worried Kubo was. Had… anyone else been worried too? He’s trying to change. We were all going to get out of here together, remember? Darcy bit his lip, pressing his nails into the crook of his arm. He let out a breathy sigh. “I… guess we do. Thanks. For coming to get me.” His eyes trailed to the floor. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Because Darcy Harper was just a stranger. He knew he was just a stranger, merely a name and a face. A stranger, a person that everyone barely knew. Everyone was a stranger to him as well. Everyone, except for a certain Sawyer Laurens, someone he’d never expected to see again. Someone he had to protect. But there were things… even he didn’t know about them… that he feared might be truly disturbing. And yet, he knew he had to stop thinking like that. They were all strangers to each other. But they had to band together, as allies, as friends to escape this hellhole, as cheesy as it all sounded. Now he looked into the face of Kubo Atsushi, and knew, no matter what, it was true. Everyone had to make it out of here… they had to. Kubo Atsushi, who he had tried to be kind to. They’d both never liked Miyako much. And maybe, just maybe, when the detective’s face was scribbled upon by her… He had felt something in himself ache. Something in him… clicked. Kubo Atsushi had lied. He’d lied to hide his talent from the others, he hid the secret weapon that he held. He hid behind the approachable façade of being a stammery, harmless kid. He was just doing what he needed to do to survive. And, sure, he was a total d*ck. The biggest d**chebag that ever walked this Earth, but… Darcy knew what it was like to fall. To fall, and have no one there to catch you. To the point you had to do things you never wanted to do. Things you never thought you’d find yourself capable of. Words you never knew you’d whisper into someone’s ear that would change everything. So he ran after him. He tried to help him wipe his face. Kubo had rudely brushed him off, of course. And Darcy still didn’t regret punching him in the face days later. He deserved it. Yet, if Kubo Atsushi could change… if even someone like Kubo Atsushi could do better… Maybe there was hope for him, too. “Is… everyone okay?” he asked breathlessly. ❄️lucian arbred’s pov🕊He didn’t know what was going on down there. He didn’t know if Darcy or Kubo were alright… Well, Kubo probably was. He knew that at least. Yet the therapist found himself perspiring, breathing heavily. There was this weight on his back, that he could feel pressing into his neck, that he could feel bubbling in his lungs. It weighed heavy on his heart, almost like the lid of a coffin pressing against him. Then Shi finally spoke, and the words didn’t entirely relax the tension that seized every fiber of his limbs. ”I don’t really know, but it probably wouldn’t matter if I did. I doubt this place cares about the laws of physics, y’know?” ”...right.” The ghost of a hopeful smile flickered across Lucian’s features, if only for a moment. It made sense, why would she have bothered? Hopefully that would mean Darcy was alright… 🍭SAWYER LAURENS’S POV📚I don’t remember… yet I can’t forget. Buncha desks, podiums, chairs. Lotsa loudness and shuffling. Loads of hushed whispers as a suited individual shouted for order and bashed some kind of hammer thingy into a desk overlooking it all. Super serious people. Doing super serious stuff. But no matter how many times they think about it, it just doesn’t click. None of it makes sense. Because how could– Darcy. They swear they recognize this name from somewhere. They swear it means… something. It was not long before— . . . It doesn’t make sense. Did they imagine them there? It– [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/05/2024 05:47 (8 Months ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 30/01/2024 22:02 (1 Year ago) |
❄lucian arbred's pov🕊Lucian suppressed a sigh of relief at Kubo's answer. Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay after all... but... he couldn't hope for that quite so easily. Darcy could be dead. He didn't want to think it, but... Lucian bit his lip, trying to shake the thought away. Just because Miyako was a shifty wildcard of a person, and often to blame for things going wrong, it didn't mean she had anything to do with this. But she and Shi had been the last people to see Darcy alive. That is, assuming he was even dead in the first place. He could worry about this later, what mattered right now was making sure Kubo was okay. And that they could discover if Darcy was dead or not, and... if maybe... he could be helped. He could be saved. Lucian nodded at Kubo, although he probably couldn't see it, which made him realize how pointless such a gesture was. He grimaced, reluctant to drop the makeshift rope further, but if Kubo was almost at the bottom, he’d probably be okay. ”Okay! I’m dropping it now!” How far did Darcy fall? Could it have been fatal? Lucian closed his eyes and attempted to recall all the deaths by falls he had witnessed. The thought made him a little queasy, as he could imagine Darcy dead on the floor all too clearly. A ghostly person materialized within his mind, who wasn't even here. Frosty white hair, ghostly pale skin, sharp milky blue eyes. Miyako... She’s been acting a little strange this whole time… But Miyako was shifty. Manipulative. A two-faced liar who never showed what she was truly thinking. It wasn’t my fault!! If I had known, I would have– . . . No… it was my fault. Of course it was. It couldn’t have been anyone else’s. I could have realized, I should have realized. It’s not fair to blame her. It’s always my fault. Death followed him wherever he went. Now was the opportunity to change that. It was his fault, he could have saved them, he should have saved them… Is that what Mei would have told you? Didn’t she tell you not to dwell so much on all those things you couldn’t change? …yes. Maybe that was right. Maybe he could still save everyone here. Maybe they all just needed to be helped. He just had to figure out how, and everyone would be alright… But he couldn’t ask Miyako how it went down. She wasn't even here. Blameless or not, she was a liar. A liar, liar, liar… like me. I haven’t told anyone. I’ve never told anyone. What reason would I have to? There’s no reason to think about it, there’s no reason to dwell on it. I… didn’t do anything wrong, right? But if that was the case… why have I never told anyone? He could deal with that later. It wasn’t something anyone would like to admit to. It changed your whole perspective on someone. And yet… was there really any reason to? All it would do is upset everyone. Maybe it was best for the truth to remain hidden. . . . All the same… Shi didn’t seem as two-faced and shifty as Miyako. Maybe it would be better to ask her. Additionally, she was the Ultimate Sprinter. Didn’t it seem more likely she might have answers? ”Shi… you and Miyako were there when it happened. When – Darcy fell, right? Do you have a rough idea of how long he fell for?” Maybe she didn’t bother to remember. But a sprinter would be most likely to recall that sort of thing. When it came to running, those athletes would often time themselves. The amount of time Darcy fell down for could help determine what level of injuries he might have, and how long he might still be alive. If… he was. He supposed they’d find out sooner or later anyway… 📚SAWYER LAURENS’S POV🍭Wasn’t there some kind of rule when it came to falling in fiction? That people usually didn’t die that way? That did apply here, right? Dying… dying didn’t make sense. It didn’t make any sense. What… I don’t understand… Darcy… Darcy… Darcy(?) The name paced through their head, ran over their fingers, their glass lenses. Sawyer tugged at their hair, and stared into the abyss. Unblinking. Prom?... A party?... Death… dying… death… dying(?) Dying? It was almost like there was something they had forgotten. Surely it wasn’t anything of any real importance. Surely it couldn’t be – ”I still don’t understand why she’d do it…” . . . ”It’s fine, though, really!! Maybe… we’ll keep in touch. It must be hard for them without their sister…” . . . Outer space was a truly mysterious thing. Drifting, drifting, drifting… you had no idea what to make of anything. The noises, the loud noises, the flashing lights… The whispers… the loud talk… All so impossible to understand… What were they trying to understand? "I don't remember... what happened that day. It must not be important." "Sawyer. We need you to remember. Don't you want to get better?" "I'm not sick! Not as far as I recall, anyway..." "It's not normal for you to not remember this. If you can't remember... you can't recover. You'll be a danger to those around you. We'll have no choice but to-" "N-NO! I- I mean... it's fiiine! I'll- I'll remember. I just... need some more time..." I don't even know what I'm supposed to remember. What does it all mean? "I'm no danger to anybody! You know that." "Sawyer... please. We're trying to be patient with you, but... if you can't remember, you can never return to your normal life. Well, if you can even call it that." Their face froze up. It was almost as though they had turned to stone, if only for a moment. "What? Never return to... my normal life?" The woman paused and adjusted her glasses. She tapped her pen against the desk, as though considering something. She let out a heavy sigh, and then spoke again. "Kid, grief manifests in strange ways. But we've never come across anything as strange as this." Sawyer opened their mouth, as if they were going to say something. But no sound came out. "I... don't know what you mean. OH, oh!! I got it!" Their eyes lit up. The woman looked slightly... hopeful? "Is this a Star Trek reference?! You know, that one episode where-" "...I don't even understand why this institution even tries with you anymore. Just... please, think on it, okay? We need you to understand what happened. We're trying to help you, kiddo, we really are." Sawyer's eyes shifted around incomprehensibly. They finally settled for staring at their navy blue sneakers. They were grossly untied, again. "...okay." [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 27/12/2023 23:53 (1 Year ago) |
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊Please... don't get hurt, okay? We'll figure this out together. Everything will be alright. Lucian felt a slight vibration, and noticed Sawyer too, was tightly clutching the rope. It seemed that they were at least somewhat aware of its importance. "thank you," he whispered. Sawyer either didn't hear him, or simply didn't respond. There was a strangely blank look upon their face. As though they weren't really processing what happened. As Lucian thought about it... they'd never really had normal reactions to anything here. Of course, there seemed to be something clearly wrong with everyone here, including himself. But Sawyer... they were a mystery. Usually so hyperactive, cheerful, optimistic, full of energy. Next thing you knew, they were barely speaking. Barely walking. Not even seeming to remember who everyone was, or what everything was. That way they looked at the knife, with the faint glint of a memory. The way they brought up this being like The Hunger Games with nonchalance, excitement, even. Not even seeming to acknowledge Kaoru's death. Acting like this was all a game, in a way that seemed shockingly innocent, making it all the more disturbing. All part of the game, all part of the dream. Did they understand it? Partially, in a way? That Kubo might die? That Darcy might be... Lucian still missed her too. Had it been only a few days since his dear friend had kissed him goodbye? How did... Kubo feel? Did he miss her? Did he loathe her, as he seemed to? Horatia, Futatabi, Mei, Akora, all gone just like that as well... just how many more would follow? No more. No one else. We have to get out of here. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 26/12/2023 08:15 (1 Year ago) |
♟️Laurence Walton's POV📖Laurence stared in disbelief and indignation, eye twitching. "How about... "Yes, Walton, I am going to give you your hat back. My sincerest apologies for my rude and obnoxious behavior earlier."' He sighed in frustration. "It looks... Tolerable on you. Pleasant. Decent. May I please have my hat back now?" Oh, good grief. She clearly had no interest in being civil. He would take it by force if he had to. But he couldn't risk hurting her again. "M'lady." He facepalmed. "How ironic," he murmured. She wasn't even pretending to be civil, and then... Wow, here she was. PRETENDING to be civil. "I look twice the Detective you are... oh wait! I am! Haha, stupid intern." Everything about this girl was infuriating. He was half-convinced she wasn't even human. Maybe she was some sort of husk for a bunch of parasites to wriggle their way in, to grow, to nurture themselves, and to infect... He shuddered. He wasn't sure why anything of that nature would come to mind. Still... He had to keep his cool. He wasn't going to lose any hope of a promising future. Not to mention, he wasn't about to hurt her, behaving so animalistically just because she was irritating. Don't be intimidated, Walton. Just remember you're going to surpass her one day. He decided to completely ignore her remark. "Fine, then. Let's just get down to business. What are the details regarding the case we have been put on?" I'll just take my hat back from her later when she's not looking. By then, she should let her guard down, or be bored with her ridiculous charade. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 26/12/2023 06:55 (1 Year ago) |
❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️Then, his face flushed in pure embarrassment. He wasn't ACTUALLY keeping track of details that specific regarding Kubo, was he? No, no, no. That was... That was definitely normal. He was always really aware of little things like that. Little things like that... Were important. "You're not going to die," he insisted. "but... Okay. Of course. Anything." Thinking about candles made Lucian almost feel a little tearful. It felt like only yesterday that Darcy had prepared a bunch of scented candles. He'd even baked chocolates. He'd cared so much to try to help in something that he wasn't even a part of. And Lucian found himself crossing his fingers tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as Kubo jumped off. Just hoping, praying, that Darcy was alright. And that Kubo was alright down there. This whole place... Was exactly what he'd always hoped to get away from. He'd always hoped when he ran away from home, the bloodshed would stop. Everything would be okay. What a lovely lie that was. Death followed you everywhere. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 13/12/2023 02:43 (1 Year ago) |
♟Laurence Walton's POV📖Laurence narrowed his eyes, delivering his response through gritted teeth. "It seems we are." "Oh come on now, don't make that face~ We should start over. Reintroduce ourselves, you know?" He stiffened. "Alright. I fail to see the point in that, but fine." "I'm Andreja Buivis. Investigative Assistant of the Clockwork Detective Agency! Pleased to make your acquaintance, Laurence Wart-on." "It's Walton. If you wish to be civilized for the duration of our working together, would you please give me my hat back?" And apologize for the mayhem you probably caused to several people in this facility, was something else he wanted to add. But he got the feeling she'd refuse. Maybe if I do well enough on this, they'll let me work away from her soon enough. ...I hope. [Read more] |
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❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊"Kubo, I'm sure that you wouldn't-" he cut himself off there. He didn't know that. Their Headmaster would pull... anything. "I think... I'll be okay. Call it intuition, call it God, call it fate- but I feel like I can't die here. Like there's something else I have to do first." Lucian was hushed into silence. His mouth remained slightly agape, as though he were about to stay something. But no sound came out. Those words... sounded so unlike Kubo. Trusting in intuition, God, fate... didn't sound like him. He was... real. Realistic. But Lucian saw the determination in his eyes. He could feel it in the air. In the Ultimate Detective's words, his voice, his... presence. "So it's fine. Don't be dumb, Lucian. I'll be fine. This would be a pretty f*cking stupid way to die." He couldn't help but smile at him, despite himself. "...alright. Just-- be careful, okay?" 📚SAWYER LAURENS'S POV🍭No, it was fine. Nothing was wrong... right? "Okay! It's- it's alright, Sawyer. He'll be fine. Let's just get down there." He's fine he's fine he's... ... Who? ... Why does it feel like... ... Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow "Can I come with you? Please? I- need to know he's still here." They looked pleadingly at Blue Pigtails. But... why? No, it's fine. He's just elsewhere. ... Why do I feel like... there's something I've forgotten? Something... ... That day, they... I... ... It was too unbearable to remember. It must have been gone now... 🍨Sutaraitsu Unemoto's POV🍀"Oh! Yeah! Just reading about something super cute and cool! You interested in moon men? I've got lotsa stuff!" Sutaraitsu smiled shyly, scuffing the back of his hair with his hand. "Well, umm... y-yeah, actually!! I'd love to read about them!! What have you got, Setsuna?" [Read more] |
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🍧Sutaraitsu Unemoto's POV🍀❄️lucian arbred's pov🕊️Lucian's hands and lips started to tremble, and he immediately tightened his grip on Kubo's hand. "KUBO, NO! YOU'LL DIE!" Then, he attempted to steady himself. He looked the Ultimate Detective firmly in the eyes. "I... I mean..." He paused a moment. "I... Promised I'd protect you. Okay? So please... Don't do anything reckless. We'll find a safer way down." He stared numbly at the floor, his breathing trembling. "...I don't want to lose you too." 📚SAWYER LAURENS'S POV🍭Everything was so fuzzy... The screaming was getting louder. Louder. Yet it seemed so far away. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 08/12/2023 23:27 (1 Year ago) |
🍨Sutaraitsu Unemoto's POV🍀He nodded, beaming. "Yeah! And... we'll come back. Probably." Well... so long as he had me there with him... he'd probably be safe. I think. "Come on. Let's go. We can find somewhere else to have our date... hey?" He gave Setsuna's hand a squeeze in return, his face flushing at his boyfriend's touch. "Y-Yeah! Let's." ❄lucian arbred's pov🕊Lucian saw a halting in Sawyer's posture. A freezing in their expression. As if they were realizing something. It made him wince. "We might have to climb down, if he doesn't respond." He sighed and nodded. "...well... shouldn't be that much harder than helping him up. right?" ...if... he's alive, that is. 📚SAWYER LAURENS'S POV🍭Third-Person[Read more] |