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Wasn’t he just dead a minute ago?
Hᴏᴍ Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ Hᴏᴍ «Hᴏᴍ»
Unlike his newest roommate, Hom had always shared residence with people, except at Hope’s Peak. Back when he lived in the Atelier with Astrid and Rorona, things were almost always loud. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, since it meant there was never a dull moment, but when things as strange as your master’s apprentices from the future show up and they’re better than she is…well, it’s interesting. But Hom had gone through quite a few roommates at Hope’s Peak. For quite a while he was often just quietly alone in his room trying to recall alchemy, or out talking with Ai. Either way, Hom’s new roommates seemed interesting, with one almost as prideful as Astrid and hadn’t earned his merit, and one that didn’t seem to learn how to operate things as quickly as Hom. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
"Yes. I am called Hom. You are Claire, correct? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Right on the money, kid. Pleasure to meet you, too." Boy, was this kid ever polite. Maybe even too polite, for Claire's standards. He was used to minding his P's and Q's after his time with the Gandors, but not like his new roommate did. He certainly hoped he wouldn't come to dislike the guy, because it's be a cryin' shame to put him out of the picture someday.
Not that he'd have to worry about that right now, though. First meetings, and all. No murders here. "You been here a while, Hom? I just got here, so if you could help out a new fella like me it'd be much appreciated." Another friendly grin.
Holding back the urge to walk away from the male, Kanda sighed to himself. “Just Kanda. You are?” He asked since the male already knows part of his name. Glaring at the other, he thinks whether or not to trust him. “Don’t take too long,” in a way that’s Kanda agreeing to go but there’s no way he is going socialize much. The long haired male is not very talkative and barely bothers to explain himself to strangers. Besides he still doesn’t trust him.
"Ahhh, your name's Kanda. I follow. And lil' ol' me? Claire Stanfield. For now, at least." He could've thrown out a number of different aliases, but this guy seemed like someone who wanted to play things straight. The redhead supposed he'd have to bend a little if he didn't want to lose him completely. "Gotcha, Kanda. Right this way..." And off in the general direction of the hotel. But not without small talk, of course. "What brings a fella like you to this joint, huh?"
Oʜ, ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏᴏʀ sᴀᴘ... «Yᴏsᴜᴋᴇ»
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To his dismay, it wasn't long before a certain new redhead on the scene found himself craving a good conversation. Well, he actually supposed any form of social interaction would suffice, so long as he had something to do so he wasn't so damned bored all the time. Claire was quite the active guy, and exploring the island a thousand times over really just wasn't his cup of tea. He wanted action. He wanted someone interesting to talk to.
And so, it was only natural that he confront the first person he came across. An unlucky boy with some sort of strange, futuristic-looking headphones would be the first victim. A smile, though more amused than friendly, crossed Claire's face, and he wasted now time in falling in step alongside his new conversational partner.
"Hey, fella! What's shakin'?" A simple enough start. Wouldn't want to scare the poor guy or anything, after all.
painlesslyrich replied to your post:what did u just call me u lil pimp
FIGHT ME IN RHYME ASSHAT
back in MY day, we didn't HAVE your god damn video games. we had to make do with hijacking trains and murdering immortal children it was a hard life sonny get on my level
what did u just call me u lil pimp
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"Confused, blondie? Means you’re a real sap. A regular idiot. Ya’ got somethin’ to say about it?"
What did you just call me
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"Hm? What’s the matter? Never had an attractive young fella hit on ya’ before, Mister Cop?"
"It’s Kanda."
He snaps instantly as soon as he hears the ridiculous nick name. “I don’t need to be introduced to anyone, only pointed towards the dorms.” Kanda has no intention of staying around to hear this idiot talk anymore. All the words that came out his mouth were only pissing him off. All he’s interested in is taking a nap then grabbing something to eat. It feels like it’s been days since he last ate.
"'Kanda'? It's 'kanda' what...?" A surprisingly genuine question, due to the twenty-two-year-old New Yorker being quite unfamiliar with Japanese names. All he knew was that this guy has a particularly weird way of saying "kinda". Maybe he was from a different part of the country. Who knew. "You sure 'bout that? I mean I could tell ya' where the dorms are 'n all, but I'm sure it'd be more fun to chat up a few fellas on the way!"
"…"
Pausing his steps, sapphire eyes fall to a male who said something rather annoying that the male could not ignore. “I’m not interested in meeting new people,” he says glaring at the stranger. The last thing he needs is to be caught up in other people’s mess while he’s trying to work or at least find a way to get out this dump.
Ah, ah. That was a "get the hell away from me" look if Claire ever did see one. "Ah, c'mon, Mister Bimbo. New people're a ride, see? 'specially the crew hangin' around this joint. I could help introduce ya' to some, if you're just shy." A grin all the while, but by no means oblivious. More teasing, if anything. Regardless of the impending, grumpy reply, Claire was intent on pressing him for just a bit longer.
Hᴏᴍ Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ Hᴏᴍ «Hᴏᴍ»
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Ahhh, roommates.
Truth be told, it had been far too long since Claire had shared any residence with other people, much less a single room. It really took him back to the Gandor days, some of which drummed up pleasant memories and others not so pleasant (please see: Berga's constant pestering due to height differences). Adopted family aside, however, he was quite interested in his new acquaintances.
He had already talked to one, however brief and confusing it may have been, through the highly advanced telephone he had been awarded upon entry. That fella seemed nice enough, but that other roomie of his...
The mass texts already spoke far too much for him. Where that put him in Claire's book, though, he had yet to figure out. It seemed, however, that he would only have to deal with one out of the two when he entered his room for the first time. A white-haired kid, sitting on the bed real casual-like. With such a seemingly docile demeanor at first sight, this would have to be...
A snap, an extended finger, and a charismatic smile. "Hom, right?"
Dɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ «Gɪsᴇʟʟᴇ»
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Waltzing around aimlessly was a specialty of the one and only Claire Stanfield. But then again, that wasn't quite accurate.
The redhead loved to wander, that much could be said without debate. His wandering, however, always had some underlying purpose, whether he could actually pinpoint it or not. At the moment, he would gladly admit he was still in the process of doing so. He had never expected that a golden opportunity would appear so soon to guide his little walk in the right direction. The curious-looking woman that stood across the way from him meddling with something, however, caught his attention all too quickly.
"What'cha up to over there, little lady?" He approached, arms spread wide. A complete stranger with hands shoved in a trench coat would definitely be a turn-off, after all. Had to be classy about this. Real classy.
"Share a room? Tch," Gritting his teeth, he stomps around trying to find his way through this ridiculous place. The long haired male will not share a room with anyone, if he does he’ll just have to set up a few rules. Dammit. Where is Mugen when he needs it.
"Mm? What're you complainin' about, killjoy? Plenty a' fun people to share a room with, here!" Says the guy who's only been here a day and seen one murder. He likes to look on the bright side, though. Room sharing means meeting new people, potentially interesting ones and potentially attractive dames. What's there to lose?
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Oh yeah, he had roommates. He should probably introduce himself to them using his messagething.
To: Ayato Sakamaki, Claire Stanfield
From: Homhom
I am called Hom. I will be your roommate for however long your stays are on this island. Pleased to make your acquaintances
Twenty minutes later, a botched reply is sent.
To: Homhom From: Claire Stanfield
Hy thedwse pall fhis geres a nictfy littlse pheone tookn me forevsvwr to cigure out thoighf whats shafking
Nailed it.
“ Both, ” she provides, and Sabitsuki looks unto him.
Indeed, this place is nothing short of screwy — any word, forced into unnatural adjective form or otherwise, would be suitable to describe present’s setting. She may be inclined to describe it as something nothing short of unbearable, if only for sake of simplistic fact that all residents were so heavily annoying. Hatred, annoyance and brethren within her veins, and purity for once to enter such a system of hers in body.
Almost, really, she wants to tell him to turn away from all of this shit; yet pure isolation upon islands, the only option for such wish, collective, cannot truly be had. Always interrupted, in one face or the next, and never given one true blessing. She does not suppose, but knows that it has always been as such, and it will never change. A concept forged by humans, sin may be, but unlike sibling “blessing” it is considerably more real than aforementioned.
Mm? Ah, on top of all the confusion, here was a new face thrown into the mix. Looked like a real intriguing gal, too. Peachy.
"That so? Well, I s'pose ya' have to be a little screwy in the head t' kill a poor fella the moment he waltzed in, eh?" But again, it wasn't like he was going to protest. It was always all too amusing to watch the happenings of the world around him, the happenings of a world his mind had thought up and yet was simultaneously surprised by every day. Murders in a school? A little messed up, even he'd admit, but he was on board for the time being. Wasn't as if he had anything better to do, right?
Oh, right. The dame. "Ya gotta name, doll?"
Hey, hey, hey! He hasn't even settled in and there's already someone bumped off? That's a shocker, for sure. From the all the gossip that's been flying around, seems like it was a pretty brutal murder, too. Wasn't this supposed to be a school or something? He of all people should know nothing is what it seems, but...just what kinda joint has he waltzed into?
"It a normal occurrence for corpses t' pop up like weeds 'round here? Or are all of ya' just screwy?" Not that he's complaining either way. Makes things interesting. He likes interesting.
