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"Over here!" she yells, waving her arm high above her head to catch the nurse's attention. "Treat me first! I'm the cutest, and you're the only person I'm willing to let come near my beautiful bruised ankle. I don't trust the other nurses. What do they know about beauty? What do they know about poise? You know, though, I can tell you do!"
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Junko re-crosses her legs and kicks off, spinning his desk chair in a perfect circle before she answers him, her smile familiar and warm on her lips even as it must grate on him to see.
"Getting comfortable, mostly! I was so bored waiting for you to get back, so I rearranged your desk and coloured in that trashy serial you've been reading at the moment. Why? What did you want me to be doing?"
She speeds up on the stairs and the perfect balance of her weight tips just so, drags her down until she's taking them three at a time on the tips of her toes just to stay aloft.
"Look out!" she hollers, speed balling as she goes. "Late girl coming through!"
A familiar shade of tacky violet looms in her peripherals as she rounds a corner, stands unbent and unbroken ahead of her (another point to be made, her smile firm but unwavering, and Enoshima would giggle about the odds of bumping into Kyouko "wait your turn" Kirigiri on the day she finally unbalanced on the main staircase if she weren't too busy pitching all of her mass forward towards the other girl). The collision rattles her hairclips clean out.
"Is this it?" Enoshima murmurs, tapping one perfect navy-blue nail against the screen in abject disappointment. "I mean, sheesh, when you said you were working on something big I thought you were being serious! This is just a chatbot, Yasucha..."
There's no answer to come from the other half of her dialogue, however, the room empty but for the thrumming of her humid breath and the desktop fans together.
"Alright, then. Let's see the magic!"
> RUN PROGRAM
` █ ▌█ ▌✿【 startled spring sprouts within the fallow soil of the soul, blood boiling over within violet veins fringed with frost. ice shards settled firmly within vocal chords, cherry chokehold strangling silence. the wilting wallflower amid clover clusters is apprehensive of any who dare approach the paragon pariah, visage tilting towards the blonde in barely concealed confusion. golden gilded gyaru in her glory, sunbeam stitched smile upon her face bright and bold. a soft smile graces their features, copper cheeks dappled by neon fluorescence.】
Etto–senpai, I think you might be mistaken, I believe you must be an upperclassman since my class is rather new. T-Though, ah, I hope that should not come off as rude–ah, I apologize…but I believe I’ve seen you around school as well.
Oh, simply shopping for a change…i-it’s a perfect evening to spend outside academy walls–don’t you think–? You blend in well with the nightlife, I think–as if you’ve always belonged amid neon lights.
She tosses her hair behind her shoulders, one heavy pigtail at a time, the regiments of her office never too heavy for her to hold up. She's dressed to contrast the first evening tint of celebration, her magazine-ideal figure piled upon with heavy woolen layers and thick boots dyed in the modest browns and pinks predominantly favoured by mori-kei girls at their afternoon teas. Her tights are pure white (unstained by the city even now, part clever contrast and part her own simple untouchable aura) and draw lillystalk lines between her ankles and thighs, rising up to the poppy seed-head of her short skirts and her jangling pendants.
"Definitely not! I called you senpai first, so I absolutely have dibsies on this one, sorry-not-sorry."
Giggling, Enoshima offers an arm to her new companion, burning like a single candle in the night despite the neon glow pulsing through the red glow of the evening (a thousand lights lit to catch the eye, a thousand girls dressed in the darkest ink and brightest shades of midnight washed away in a brutal wave by her mere presence; and this is talent, this is the single unbottlable thing that eludes Hope's Peak even now, the weight of her personality warping the world around her).
Her nails are decorated with bear heads and green diamonds. "That's the secret to fitting in, yanno? You just make them fit in with you! I can't work miracles, but I can give you a few good tips. What are you shopping for?"
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She yelps a bit and catches the other girl clumsily, holds her and speaks through sobs.
“Yes! Yes you can, I can be yours, I would love to be yours, you can call me that, you can call me anything you want, you-”
"- and I can be yours too, right, 'Kan-chan?" Junko interrupts, speaking easily over the girl shivering in her arms. "That's how it works, isn't it? I'll be yours, and you'll be mine. Can you say it? I've wanted nothing but to hear you say it since the first time I saw you..."
I tried to queue up all my greeters, and I put them in my drafts instead. I'll post Tsumiki's reply now and move the rest into the queue for sure this time. Sorry!
I've just followed upwards of fifty blogs through the sidebar suggestions, and I have to run off now to get some chores done but if you see this post and like it I will get a starter to you either later tonight or tomorrow morning. If you have any length preferences and don't want a two/three paragraph greeter, let me know and I can fix it up for you.
Lets go with Montivagant, Recumbentious, and Xenization!
HOW OFTEN DOES SHE GET LOST?
Not as often as you’d think! It’s less that she has a perfect sense of direction and more that she’s just simply that good at mapping out streets and finding the exact right person on any given corner who will cheerfully and fawningly walk her to where she needs to be. The closer to a grid or logical pattern a city is set up, the better she is.
WHAT WAS HER GREATEST VICTORY?
Getting her (easy, simple, and beautifully stylish), her painfully unfriendly paramour (hard to convince him to apply, easy to get him in until he spoke to the school board about his drive and motivations, and then easy again once he showed his research), and her endlessly disappointing border-line mute blunt weapon of a sister (not that hard to click her fingers and have her come running, hard on paper to justify admitting her even before she opened her mouth and tried to be persuasive) into the same impossibly elitist school at the same time.
HOW DOES SHE FEEL ABOUT INTERACTING WITH STRANGERS?
Pretty good! After a while people all break down into highly boring personality tropes and motivations, and it’s no skin off of her teeth to bat her lashes and say what she knows will work. In her opinion a stranger is just three people you already know put into a blender and recast with a knew face.
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thank you very very much for the starter!! i appreciate it a lot since i rlly love your junko and ill be happy to get to it ASAP–though i apologize for any delay since im at my friends house for a couple of days!!
That's no problem! I hope I got all of my info right, but don't hesitate to correct me if I get anything wrong about Chie. (If there's any workaround I can help you with, just let me know! I don't mind writing entirely through asks if that's the best method for you. I don't mind waiting, either.)
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Unusual Word Headcanon Prompts #1
Acersecomic: How much effort do they put into personal grooming and hygiene?
Biblioclasm: Is there something about themselves they wish fewer people knew about?
Cacodemonomania: Do they believe in the paranormal? If so, have they had any supernatural encounters?
Dactylion: What are their views on swearing and profanity?
Enantiodromia: What's the most extreme personality shift they've gone through in their life?
Fanfaronade: Are they one to boast? What things are they prone to brag about, if any?
Gorgonize: What distracts them when they're trying to get things done?
Hamartia: What is their worst character flaw that they themselves don't recognize?
Infandous: What topics will they refuse to speak about?
Jettatura: If they could place a magical curse on their worst enemy, what would they want the curse to do?
Ktenology: Have they ever planned a murder, whether serious or not? If so, describe what they planned to do.
Leptosome: How is their body image?
Montivagant: How often do they get lost?
Noegenesis: Are there any topics that they love to think about deeply?
Ostentiferous: What's the unluckiest thing that's ever happened to them?
Pogonotrophy: What are their thoughts on facial hair, both on themselves and/or others?
Quockerwodger: Who do they most often mock?
Recumbentibus: What was their greatest victory?
Scripturient: Are they a good writer? What do they usually write, if anything?
Tarantism: Describe their dancing style.
Ultracrepidarian: What do they think they know more about than they actually do?
Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?
Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?
Xenization: How do they feel about interacting with strangers?
Yonderly: What kinds of things do they think about when they zone out?
Zugzwang: What's the trickiest problem they face in their life right now?
"Yo! Yoo-hoo! Hi there! Senpai, the cute one, over here!"
It's a miracle she can move in those heels (yet alone bound over the uneven cobbles of the street separating them) but that's what she's doing nevertheless, proving the merit of her title alone in a few perfectly balanced bounds.
"I've seen you around at school, I know I have! What's brought you all the way out into the decent part of the shopping district?"
“I-I, no, no no, I wouln’t- please, please stay, please don’t go, please you’re perfect, no, no, you’re not stupid or nasty or ugly or bad or anything you’re perfect, I love you, i-I understand if you want to leave, b-b-because, because you’re perfect and I’m disgusting, b-but, p- I–” She has to stop talking, she’s hyperventilating.
Something feels wrong, though she can't quite put one perfectly manicured finger on it. Carefully filing the feeling away, she spins on her heel and flings herself into Mikan's arms.
"Don't you ever - don't you ever dare say that, don't you dare! You're perfect, 'Kan-chan, you're the nicest thing I've ever been able to call mine. I can, can't I? I can call you mine?"
you’ve got me on the edge to jump for you –
pre-game junko enoshima. rules.
“I-I, gosh, you, yooou… You’re so- I, I, I, I don’t- And you’re not, you aren’t just m-making fun of me, y-you’re not pretending, because it’s funny, it’s so funny that someone like you, g-gosh you’re beautiful, would like someone like me, someone so— so not like you, I- I really love you- oh, oh I didn’t mean to say that, p-please don’t go–”
"It's - you're right, senpai-chan, it's really funny. To think that someone as open and honest as you could ever understand somebody as mixed-up and bad as I am, could ever know a person as nasty as me well enough to ever truly say they liked her... I was stupid to think otherwise. I should have known I couldn't tell you the truth of my feelings without revealing the truth of my ugly personality. I - I should go, I should go. You'll be happier without me, right?"
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“A-and you really really want me too? Y-you wouldn’t find it p-pathetic, or disgusting, or anything like that?”
"I'd be - I'd be really happy, actually. But I know the kind of person you are, 'kan-chan, and I'd never ever want to make you feel like you had to say something you didn't mean! If - I mean. I like you a lot, yeah? In the whole valentines kinda way. But I'm young! I've got time. I'm just really happy to be acknowledged at all by someone as incredible as you, right?”
”So if you - if you don't feel the same way, that's not going to change a thing. We'll be like we always have, and I'll not do a thing differently... What's important to me is that I get to keep seeing you, and spending time with you, and making you smile. Whichever way it shakes out, that's what I'm hoping for."
[She stares. Sniffs. Her hands soften considerably in Junko’s.]
“I- …maybe. Should I stop?”
"You better," Junko laughs shakily, "or else I'm going to think you aren't just kidding around with me, and you're really going to return my confession!"
