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can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships ? i’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒`。q)
♪ ; [ Ah, morning. Not as if this is a special time of the day for him or anything, since he can basically stay up as long as he wants, sleep isn’t something someone like him exactly needed. Normally, he wouldn’t be going out so early, but at the door of the apartment, he could hear something scratching at it. Afraid it would bother his roommate, he went out to go investigate. It was that cat from yesterday. It probably wanted some more attention, so he scooped it up and took it with him to the gardens.
When he got there, he noticed another person. They appeared to be singing..But, unfortunately, he couldn’t exactly make it all out. Music is something Kaito enjoys, he was literally and practically built for it. He got a bit closer to the stranger, who appeared to be a rather short but cute girl. And then he felt like he did something wrong when she freaked out over him. ]
“N-no! I wanted to hear you sing. You have a really nice voice! You sound like you’ve been doing this for a long time…”
◖ Low confidence levels caused the male’s statements to create a sensation of surprise within her core. Within her group, her voice had served as more of a tool to assist with harmonization among the members rather than serve as its own unique entity. While she was tempted to question the authenticity of his statement, she trusted others enough to believe their words without administering a miniature interrogation.
❝ Y-you’re very kind... ❞
Despite compliments, she needed more time to collect herself after feelings of fright and embarrassment. She took a deep breath, finally becoming capable of offering a smile to the other. As a nervous tick, thin digits still tapped against each other as she spoke. While she was capable of speaking to the other, being able to sing to solely one other person was a far more impossible task.
❝ I-I sang in an idol group for a year, but I’m not too experienced other than that... It’s t-truly something I enjoy doing, but it’s k-kinda odd singing without others.❞ ◗
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monochrome | ( event - allen & hanayo )
He had seen himself.
This heated, shadowy world incubated an amalgamation of the microcosms that were individual nightmares, transforming the foundations of human trepidation into an all-inclusive, conscious night-terror. The silence, the heat, the dismembered script, and the faces clotted his memory of what the fair city was previously and, having nowhere else to go, his thoughts strayed and wrapped around the vague concept of a self-aware, inanimate body, such that a lucid dreamer might experience unconsciously–the tangible form is in no danger, yet the mind exists in an unfathomable elsewhere.
There was a chance the vagrant had managed to fortify himself from the mental repercussions of this ill environment, though he could not care to recall, losing the possibility to disregard, for he had seen himself among the shadows, ambling, senseless. He froze, his vision a tunnel upon the face, watching noiselessly as the diurnal ghost passed him without regard from but a mere two feet away, on a path to some esoteric destination or nowhere at all. Vexation marred his expression, but still he said nothing, thenceforth choosing to wander via the canal, which seemed relatively devoid of the phantasms.
He moved cautiously and without attention to where or how far he traveled, recognizing that he had no solid purpose and therefore could not consider himself lost, for he was just looking–looking for anything, however profoundly he had begun to believe that he was the only being in this deadened world. Perhaps this seeding theory attributed to the atypical relief that (albeit in a delayed fashion) followed being yelled at and nailed in the side of the face with a stick – such was an emotive reaction even he would find puzzling.
While the blow hardly injured him, Allen reeled back from the mere shock of it, emitting a guttural sound of surprise, his hand now hanging in midair after having reached out in a futile attempt to block the petty weapon.
“I… wasn’t–…” Words escaped him, and with them went able comprehension. With any luck, his dumbfounded expression would be enough to soothe her suspicions, for he was miles from finding the capacity to offer consolation.
◖ Eyes had been tightly closed as she followed through with the swing that was fueled from all of her strength (as sad as it was). Terrified, she almost wished to keep her eyes closed; maybe, just maybe, circumstances would go back to normal by the time she opened them.
Fear had quite a toll on one’s imagination. She expected to be faced with a monster- a crook at least, but the curt words offered by the other weren’t as ominous as expected. Surprise opened her eyes, only to view what seemed to be an innocent bystander who’s confusion must have either matched or surpassed her own.
Guilt overcame all prior emotion as she immediately dropped her flimsy weapon. Perhaps he would find the tears swelling up over lavender hues uncalled for or ridiculous, but the function was inevitable. She lacked the desire to confront others, so she naturally felt remorse for her actions as her conscience only scolded her more.
❝ I-I really d-didn’t mean to-❞
Sniffling and deep inhales prevented her from finishing her statement. Sleeves served as an adequate tool for drying her eyes; honestly, she found her behavior pitiful. At times she wished that she had the same strength as most of her friends- in this manner, she still had to grow. Then again, if circumstances such as these were thrown at her in order to assist this growth, she would prefer stagnancy.
❝I-it’s just scary and s-so many people are so s-strong, but I-I’m just-❞
Complete thoughts had evaded her person entirely. She wasn’t even entirely sure that he could understand her mutterings between sobs and the frequent wiping and covering of her countenance. The girl wasn’t sure of the person’s benevolence; she didn’t know if he would shove her aside and continue onward or tell her that she was forgiven. Regardless, she would remain only more distraught if she stayed incapable of being able to apologize properly.
❝Y-you r-really don’t have to forgive m-me, b-but I want you to k-know I’m very sorry...❞ ◗

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monochrome | ( event - allen & hanayo )
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Trembling digits ran across a sign in the mirror city that possessed nonsense sprawled across of it. Perhaps it said something along the lines of ‘park’ in another language; however, it was completely illegible to the sixteen year old. The lack of sound- cacophony and euphony had fallen into a void. Once present in a world full of color, she now found herself encased in an ominous landscape that she wished to have no part of.
Pale skin found itself wrapped in goosebumps despite the smoldering heat. ‘Scared’ might have been an understatement for her. She knew that many of her fellow citizens had powers or at least were knowledgeable in using weaponry. She was at a blatant disadvantage for she lacked strength and necessary survival skills. Any of her own skills appeared incredibly petty in the trepidation that she faced.
I just want to go home...
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Thoughts had to be cleared; this wasn’t the time to wallow in self pity, because this situation was life or death for all she knew. Shelter. That had to be her first step, right? Trekking onward, she would walk through one of the makeshift bridges that formed via emptied canals.
First, she would need a weapon. With hesitance, she picked up a fallen branch; while it was far bigger than an ordinary stick, it didn’t quite compare to the average branch. Still, she loathed confrontation, doubting that she would even utilize what now rested in her right hand. Carefully, she slid down the side of the empty canal, luckily avoiding any bodily harm. Walking underneath the dark bridge, she believed that she was in solitude until walking along further had resulted in coming across an actual living, breathing being.
❝ D-DON’T HURT ME!!❞
And with that, she swung her makeshift weapon at full force, presumably striking the other person. If the branch didn’t harm them, the echo of her shrill exclamation definitely would.
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Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall, Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
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❝Um, I sometimes dream of being with all of μ's again! I-I dream of it a lot, actually...❞
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❝A professional idol is a little unrealistic, i-isn’t it? To be honest, I... haven’t really thought so far ahead. ❞
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❝A-ah! That’s n-not really a common question, is it? But, I-I suppose, um, someone who is nice to me and helps me be better is nice...! M-maybe they can like white rice too...❞
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❝So embarrassing... ❞

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❝It’s hard to choose a favorite sometimes, but I can definitely say that my most favorite food is white rice...!❞
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❝My perfect day... I think would be spent with my friends preforming. Ah- I know it doesn’t sound too extraordinary, but... I’m happiest with my friends!❞
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❝I-I... have wanted to be an idol since I was very little.... Only I don’t really stand out much by myself- I always try my best, though! Still, maybe it’s a little silly.❞
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❝It’s nice to see the sun and it feels nice too! Hm... Snowy weather also makes me think of some good memories...❞
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“…Suspension again.” He sighed and teared up the notice printed with black and red. Way to bring memories back. And again, if it wasn’t for his extraordinary yet effortless grades at school, he would have been expelled already.
Not that the redhead cared in slightest. A part of him almost wanted to quit school and find his own resources to build his life, but his dream was to be a bureaucrat unexpectedly. He needed education, but at least he wanted people like that person to understand not just him, but any student.
“Who even fucking cares.” And he tossed the torn paper to the floor.
◖ Lavender hues gazed upon the falling pieces of paper that seemingly belonged to the male with red hair. If she recalled correctly, he was a fellow student; she wasn’t positive of his name, since the girl found herself mostly keeping to herself.
She failed to catch the initial, intentional tear of the document, so she truly believed that she was doing him a favor by picking up paper and returning them. The male was already further ahead of her, but it wouldn’t be too hard to catch up. ❝Um, excuse me!❞
Her footsteps provided a quiet pitter patter that hardly qualified as noise. When the distance was finally eliminated, a shaky digit gently tapped his shoulder.
❝I-I think you dropped your papers-❞
Unintentionally, she peered down at the pieces of paper; the word “suspension” was enough to lead her to deduce that he most likely didn’t want what she had attempted to return. Naturally, she felt some guilt for even looking at the notice in the first place. ❝A-ah, sorry...❞ ◗

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◖ Muffled music radiated from the closed doors of the Protea Theatre as the brunette placed one ear on the door in an attempt to hear the melodies better. While she would still like to call herself an idol, it had been quite some time since she had even performed. Truly, she longed to have another show, but it seemed like a distant dream. For now, she settled with listening to stifled performances that she couldn’t afford to go see. The theatre would apparently have auditions for performers, but showing up by herself would cause far too much apprehension.
With a sigh, she backed away from the door to stretch before going back into the listening position. However, as she turned, she was startled by another person who she hadn’t quite obviously hadn’t noticed. Her hands clasped over her mouth to keep a shrill squeal from potentially startling the one who had startled her. Digits fell over her chest as a sigh assisted in gaining her composure before she offered a smile.
❝Are you here for the show? I must be in your way...!❞ ◗
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◖ The girl stood there with an ice cream cone in each hand. She had ordered one cone with two scoops of ice cream; however, the employee at the establishment had given her two separate ice cream cones. To her dismay, she was too soft spoken to point out the error, so instead she wondered what to do with the frozen treats. She could eat both, but the heat would surely melt the second one before she could finish it.
Trying to be quick on her feet, she had devised a plan. She approached a girl who appeared nice. Hanayo tried her best to avoid turning a bright red color, she would do all that she could to maintain her composure. Giving away ice cream is a kind gesture, so surely the girl wouldn’t react poorly, right?
❝Excuse me...! I accidentally have two of these, s-so would you like to have one...?❞ ◗