#splinteredthorn

Although she strode with her back straight and shoulders square, Bara could feel her insides quivering.  Furious and embarrassed, she tried to cover her bruised face beneath the peak of her white baseball cap, her head down as she hurried south from the hotel district.  She’d heard the engines a mile away, and she should’ve known that she was the target – a girl didn’t get into fistfights with bikers and then expect no repercussions, after all. Getting jumped on her way home from work, however, was not what she’d had in mind.

She could hear the motors even now, snarling and prowling.  They had let her run, but they wouldn’t let her get far.  Trying to move as quickly as she could without breaking into a jog - she didn’t want them to know she was afraid - dread scratched itself into her tired face as she rounded the corner only to see the biggest bastard she’d ever laid eyes on. Oh god, don’t let him be with them… He looked as though he could tear her in half.

“Hey!” Her teeth snapped around the word, sounding much bolder than she felt as she rushed to the man’s side. “Do a gal a favour?”

ANOTHER day, another boring night. A permanent scowl was etched on Ryuji’s face as he stalked the streets of Kamurocho, wandering into the hotel district for no particular reason. What would it take for something actually interesting to happen for once? Everything was starting to get a little too cushy nowadays and Ryuji was craving something new and exciting.

He never really did pay much attention to things, especially when there wasn’t anything particularly engaging to distract him. People moved out of his way, group parting as they let him walk right through them, not daring to even brush themselves against him. At least he knew he was intimidating enough to make people get out of his way. Sometimes this city is too damn crowded, he thought to himself.

About to turn a corner, his empty train of thought was interrupted at the sound of someone’s loud voice. A vein instantly twitched on his forehead. Who the ｈｅｌｌ dared to yell at him? He snarled, turning towards the voice, ready to blow them to kingdom come when he paused and looked down when he didn’t see anyone at his direct eye level.

❝ Ha? Who’re you? ❞ he cocked his head to the side as he studied her. She looked pretty beat up, even with the shadow of her hat obscuring some of her face.  ❝ Am I supposed to help ya just because yer hurt or somethin’? Sorry, but I dish out the beatings, not the other way around. ❞

This was the kinda thing was only supposed to happen in movies and yet it all became all too real much too fast. In the beginning Majima found it kinda fun to be fighting those creatures but whatever they were were not able to be killed so easily. It would’ve been much easier if these things were zombies, but it seemed like they were a new breed of undead or whatever the hell they were.

At first, Majima had his guys to stick with them, but many of them ended up dying because they let fear overcome them. They’d rather run than to learn to defend themselves and that’s what ended getting them killed.  Majima could only watch his guys dropping like flies only he and a few guys were left at this point. He hadn’t seen any familiar faces in a long time and worried that maybe they were gone too.

At this point he wasn’t taking very many precautions. Although the creatures were gone and many believed there was something toxic in the air, Majima never bothered covering his face. At this point dying seemed a lot more interesting than living in such a desolate place. If he was gonna die, he was gonna die. At least when the creatures were around he had something to fight, but there hadn’t been a sight of them in awhile. Where did they all go? That was some weird shit.

He and some guys were doing a supply run but he had heard someone or something else opening the door to the supermarket warehouse which put Majima’s guys on edge. He looked towards the opened door with a curious smile -- maybe it’d be one of those creatures, he hasn’t had a good fight in ages. He wasn’t even sure if he had the energy for a fight at this point. 

Who asks for it:

[X] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[X] Platonic Date

[X] Romantic Date

[X] First Date (gosh imagine this disaster) 

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[X] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [X] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [X] Horror (Ryuji would be so scared!!!)   • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[X] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [ ] Small and familiar  • [X] Fast Food

[X] Nature • [X] Beach (Ryuji suffering while Bara is loving it)  • [ ] Park • [ ] Forest     • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[X] Visiting an amusement park (Ryuji frowning the entire time although he’s inwardly enjoying himself) 

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[X] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [X] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[X] ___ (other options) Arcade Karaoke  Bowling

The date might hopefully end with…

[X] …holding hands ( Ryuji tries to let go and Bara isn’t having it lmao) 

[X] …a kiss ( IF Ryuji allowed this to happen it would be so cute tho lets be real )

[ ] …in bed

[X] …knowing each other better

[X] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

Symbol Starters - Accepting! || Send 👻 to tell ghost stories with my muse.

There were a lot of words for what Bara had felt when she’d been denied entry into the club - most of them composed of fricative sounds and hissing. Sure, she wasn’t technically twenty yet, but she’d got in the week before no problem, and now she was being forced to go elsewhere by a pink-eyed doorman who clearly had nothing better to do than to ruin her evening.

Managing to snag herself a few cans of strong chu-hi from the convenience store a couple of blocks away, she had been figuratively eating worms and sulking when an unfamiliar woman sat down on the stone bench beside her. Bara looked her up and down brazenly, lifting the open can to her lips and taking a gulp before speaking with narrowed eyes.

[Manhandling Symbol Starters. Accepting.]

Ryuji raised an eyebrow with the much smaller girl in front of him pointed sternly at a chair practically ordering him to sit down. It was true that he did need to dye his hair again, but being told to sit down like this wasn’t something he was fond of. “I’ll do ‘em later. Not in the mood today.” he waved his hand dismissively.