#geistess

          He doesn't know where Shigaraki is, he doesn't really care about it that much either. It's not as if he expected him to stick around for long. Nobody ever does. He hasn't even spoken to Kurogiri since the incident that had taken place over a month ago. Still, when you've got nowhere decent to stay anymore because some loser to decided to go off and disappear, well, you find somewhere new to crash of course. 

          Finding her apartment is pretty easy, ask a couple people around and waiting until one of her stupid apartment mates be gullible enough was simple. Settling in her room isn't hard and he's just about to fall asleep before he hears the door open, the lights cut on and after a few seconds of silence, there's that shriek of hers that does nothing but annoy him. ❝ Can you be anymore loud? I'm trying to sleep. ❞ Nonchalant as usual, as if she's the one who's making a scene at something that should be normal ( it isn't. ) 

         ❝ And cut the light off, it's hurting my eyes. ❞ He hasn't even opened them.

          ❝ The person who was supposed to originally wear it canceled on me...and I was thinking it wouldn't really look right on anyone else but you. ❞

Her outfit was cute though, so she handled her a flower crown with fresh pink tulips and white daisies.

“Here, for your outfit today.” Might as well compliment her since most people in the city didn’t know how to dress for their lives.

Age: 20! Not that it MATTERS.

Current Residence: B-1

Desired Position(s): Model

Will you need training?: Of course not!

A little something about yourself: I love all things cute! If it’s not cute, what’s the point?

Why should you be hired?: Because I’m cute, obviously. I know how to deal with /everything/ that’s adorable.

          Pink hair which had been carefully put up in pigtails, just the right amount of make-up to make one's features pop and the most important part that brought it all together, the endearing shape of her eyes was something that Camilla could not ignore. In short, this girl was very adorable. ❝ Tell me, do you tailor your own clothing? ❞

@geistess

[🎼] Even idols needed something to do in their spare time. While the glitz and glamour was what Luka lived for, she enjoyed the quiet times as well because it was what allowed her to fully indulge in her other hobby; fashion.

[🎼] If there was one thing this forsaken city was good for, it was the diversity it brought - influences of cultures she hadn’t the faintest ideas of visible everywhere, including on the backs of passerbys in the form of clothing.

[🎼] Nestled under a cafe’s terrace, thin silver spoon twirled between two delicate fingers before being plunged in to a trifle that had only just been brought out to her, the android’s spent the past fifteen minutes doing nothing but people watching before a peculiar ensemble caught her eye.

His feet were hurting from all the stomping that he had done up until now, but Shigaraki Tomura didn’t give a single shit right now. He was beyond frustrated at the state he was – well rather wasn’t – in. No cool costume abilities, no possession, nothing. He wasn’t feeling like throwing himself into some of the costumes crawling around sector one either: Sinking that low wasn’t part of his plans quite yet.

Nonetheless he had made it to sector five, for some odd reason. If there was one thing that would probably soothe his anger, it was beating on some undead, perhaps disintegrating one of their heads into nothing… Oh if only they hadn’t nerfed his abilities here, then he would have been able to truly vent. Now though, now he had to cope and it was bad on both him and his poor neck.

He wandered around, making sure to not get bitten by any of the undead that lurked around every corner. It was almost amazing, how these scientists, these moderators, had changed the entire city landscape in such a short time. So many changes within the programming of this place. Tomura wondered just how they had achieved it when a zombie nearly jumped him.

As by reflex, he jumped away, preferring to run over using his quirk needlessly. So he ran, making sure not to get caught between two groups of the damn monsters. It was a pain, really. It made the villain wonder again: Why wasn’t anyone else he knew here. Why just him? Was this some kind of twisted lesson? No idea, but he was getting sick of this Halloween themed level already. Where was the exit, the goal ring? Whatever it was in this place.

After a little while of running, Tomura stopped. He had lost the undead that had chased him, good fucking riddance. That needless jog made him leave this sector as soon as possible, though. He’d rather deal with bats and possible vampires than these smelly things: Zombies were the best in FPS anyway, where he could just blast them to shreds.

So he turned heel and walked back to where he came from; those undead will have probably gone to terrorize another citizen now. Too bad something else stopped him dead in his tracks this time.

Someone whom he was (sadly) familiar with. He wanted to turn again but it was probably too late anyway. How frustrating that she had achieved what he couldn’t. It was obvious in her form, the way that she floated above the pavement ever so slightly…. Oh it was enough to set him off even further. Yet, he wouldn’t say a word. He didn’t want to.

          Quiet idle chatter in a library is something he can take usually, lord knows Ferid has it bad when it comes to being obnoxious with the volume of a conversation. That's not why he's bothered this time though. 

          It's the high-pitched vocals of a female that cause him to sigh and close the book he held in his hands. She was complaining about something unimportant, that the library hadn't had anything she had been interested in. And they were trying to calm her, but to no avail. She was unnecessarily loud and fussy, the entire atmosphere being disturbed by just her presence.

          Someone's got to do something about it and while he's not one for confrontation, he'd like to have the peace and quiet back as soon as possible. And so he speaks up, loud enough for her to hear him from where she's standing. ❝ Are you always this loud and inconsiderate? ❞