#nobel102

⊰ || ⊹ | Rainbow River was just as the locals (at least, residents who have been in the city longer than he) described it to be. Absolutely stunning. There wasn’t a hint of human pollution in sight! Even with the many picnics being held, litter seemed to be a rarity. Perhaps the many sheep helped clean the place up? 

Hitori sat at the river’s side, shoes removed so that bare feet could feel the cool crispness of the grass, natural and well maintained. If he ever sees Nageki again, he’ll have to take the younger birdie here... if, that is. 

The faintest of sighs, one that could easily be mistaken for a whisper of the wind. The young man pulled his knees close to his face, Light brown eyes gazed at the waters of the river, its ebbing and flowing, as he found himself deep in thought. Luckily, he was able to notice as a dove made its perch besides him. || 

❝ Oh! I was wondering when I’d meet a fellow birdie. ❞

|| The chime in his voice was noticeable as the brunette quickly turned to face the dove. He could immediately identify just what species it was-- a rock dove, one of the most common pigeons among most continents. As such, he might have even mistook this bird to be a student he once met at his previous school if he didn’t know better. || 

❝ You really do look like Kawara-kun. I wonder if he’d find his way here as well. Though it’s not so bad when you meet another bird despite being surrounded by all these humans, right? 

I hadn’t realized so many humans can be gathered in one place... the only human I have much contact with is Miss Tosaka. ❞

|| The teacher paused, waiting for a response from the dove, who simply tilted its head curiously. A blink, before following up with another question. || 

❝ Perhaps you are one of the birds that can only coo? Croo coo coo? ❞

This city was really strange beyond her comprehension. After the two weird masked people disappeared, Chtholly continued to stare at the huge hole, as well as the rock which was being lifted up carefully. Many questions wandered in her head, but she felt she was the only confused person here.

“Um, what’s this rock for?”

She asked to a female who happened to stand beside her, watching the rock being carefully lifted from the hole.

Conversation, conversation! Smalltalk, big-talk, all the same; he just enjoys walking around and talking ot whoever’s close, whoever they are! It usually tends to end in him gaining more and more allies and friends to lean on, so it helps! Though it does have it’s downfalls when you have two friends trying to kill eachother so you have to pick a side or get stabbed by someone. Which will usually end with him getting stabbed nevertheless! So he doesn’t care all that much about who he makes friends with, unless they’re just. Unapproachable. In that case, expect a beat-down.

And by beatdowns, he means fun beatdowns like when he used to hang out with Miretheniel before she disappeared. And he was transporte, oh the fun they had; beating the everloving shit out of anything else in sight. Saivalthar, Yanar were all targets to these horribly mannered fiends. Whether it may be the way they dressed; acted or how they just were, you were a target for the Sewer’s Schoolyard bullies for pratically no reason! SIlvian had often made friends with them afterwards, though.

Alcohol was a past-time favorite as well! What can go wrong with.. Ten, shots of ale? Well, this one should be obvious, but it eases the pain of living and whatnot.

Was everything supposed to be this bright here? It certainly seemed that way to Shuji. Everything from the sky to the stone walkway was pleasantly lighted – almost to the point of pastel. Sighing, he glanced down at the map he had located in his room, and checked over the names of every shop over again – why were they all this way? Everything seemed just about so cheery that he was feeling distinctly out of place, despite the smile Shuji carefully plastered on his lips.

He felt a headache coming on, stabbing right between his eyes and making his stomach twist. Ugh. If the people – sheep? - that inhabited this place were as cheery as it looked, he might vomit. He felt exhausted, having expended too much energy on playing nice, playing happy. He kept it up, seeing a dark-haired girl on the same side of the street as he was, waiting to cross.

“Come on man, it’ll only be for one night, I’ll be gone by the time the sun comes up. A girl’s not safe on the street, y'kno?” Thank God that someone still had some kindness in them, every “friend” she went to either denied knowing her or told her to fuck off.

To think, THE Nobelium, the star of the dance floor and a regular at all of the clubs, was now sleeping on a stranger’s couch with only a button and four dollars in change to her name. She was trying not to cry, she really was; but considering how deep of a hole she’s was in now, the water works might as well come bursting out.

And a grand debut it is! Welcome to Stella City, Nobelium!

Not so grand is the housing however... You’ll be staying in Moonpie Motel Room #50! Well, at least it’s not the parking lot...