Judge in a Box

Affiliated with Citta Alveare Apartment O-6

[sunflowerdefendant]

"O-6… I-is that near where I live? I’m still not…entirely sure where everything is here. Arriving when it’s this cold is a tad troublesome and, well…inconvenient…" It was hard keeping up her facade of student council president while here in this city, where everything was new and all she wanted was run, and hope it brought something—anything—to fruition on how to get home.

"A…few weeks? That’s…gosh that’s a while! And in this weather too…"

"Ah…w-well I’m…I’m sure I can find her if I look!"

[brilliantboxtop]

The surprise her friend had shown towards the length of her stay here could not fool her reporter's instincts. Definitely. She definitely didn't matter much to the student council president, if her absence for so long had only now registered on her now.

"Yeah... I suppose you could find your friend if you looked hard enough. It's not like you to not succeed at something if you put your mind to it."

Could you tell that she was bitter? Maybe just a little bit.

"Though I... don't think I'll be able to help you with the search." And now she was lashing out. Actual five year old Myriam.

[brilliantboxtop]

"Sss sss sss... That's absolutely hideous!"

[sunflowerdefendant]

"That’s right! It’s Y-4, how about you? Did you get one too?" It was refreshing to see someone she knew…Even if they were a box.

"How long have you been here? Is Then—I mean, Athena here?"

[brilliantboxtop]

She's delighted up to the moment when Juniper Woods told her that she was also given an apartment. In one fell swoop, it seems her plan of furthering their friendship by coming to her in a time of need had all but vanished.

"A-ah... Yeah, I-- I'm in O-6."

"I've... I've been here a few weeks. I think."

"And I don't know... I don't think I've seen her yet..."

[brilliantboxtop]

Boxes are friends, not trash(Closed to Sakuya)

[bewitchedblade-archive-deactiva]

The loud thump as the girl hit the ground was enough to make Sakuya stop in her tracks, her long fingers still gripping the edge of the cardboard. She stared at her, wide-eyed and exceptionally perplexed. She had seen plenty of weird things, but a girl being so protective over cardboard hilariously stood out somewhat above the supernatural things.

It ignited a spark of frustration in her somewhat, though. People should have been prepared to let things go, since their lives had more priority than their furniture (at least to Sakuya). She would have liked to not die again, and being a human with no protection against the cold or barely any beef on her body to help her stay warm was enough of a reason to take the damned box, but she didn’t want to make an enemy either, so she did as she was told and let go of it, before folding her arms in front of her and turning to face Myriam.

"…My apologies, I won’t touch it. Are you alright, miss?"

[brilliantboxtop]

Perhaps she should have been more assertive with her actions but with her face so planted against the ground? Well, there was hardly anymore she could do but be grateful to the higher power which had so helped her prevent the destruction of her personal property.

"I am... I'm okay." She bit back a yelp as she pushed herself to a seated position. Well. The scraped skin on her knees certainly did not help her cause as barely had she glanced it did she turn her head away.

"It's my box." As if her shouting about it was not clear enough in determining ownership of the object. Still, it was a relief for the box to have stayed intact.

"Don't just take other people's stuff!" Huffy, and rather hypocritical, she pulls at the cardboard box until she can lean on it for support. "You're going to expose a reporter and put her in danger."

"Don't you know how hard it is to get scoops?"

[brilliantboxtop]

Cardboard is forever(Closed to Ryoko)

[murderousmorality]

What Sector or District was she even in now? The trouble with this kind of weather was that it made everything look the same. And without any electricity, Ryoko had to rely on her cell-phone to know what time it was. If she wasn’t such a lady, she would be cursing her head off until her throat was raw.

Though even if she wanted to, a move like that was complete suicide. She would just end up alerting the local beasts of her location and get into a fight she didn’t need. While she knew she was in no danger of ever losing, Ryoko didn’t want to make her abilities known to anyone hiding nearby. Until she was firmly settled in and had what she needed, Ryoko Asakura was nothing more than a run of the mill Japanese schoolgirl.

If things really got desperate, she could always rob someone of their supplies. Her own survival and missions came first before anyone else here. 

She turned the corner, hoping she would find something that would let her know exactly where she was. Or at least an actual person. And, you know, not a killer penguin.

Thankfully, luck seemed to be on Ryoko’s side that day. A girl her age was sitting nearby the street, fidgeting around in a cardboard box. She was actually huddled up to her knees inside of it and looked just as annoyed as Ryoko felt… Than the girl spotted her and went ballistic.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh… All right then?" She turned, complying without much of a fight, really.   

[brilliantboxtop]

Scrambling. Desperately the girl managed to flip the box and pull it over her head just before the poor object ripped. Whether it was due to the snow or not did not matter as the remains of her box fell in around her body.

She froze. Just standing there as she stared ahead. A dream. Yes. That's what it was. A dream. A horrible, horrible nightmare. That was it. The girl let out a strangled laugh as her knees gave out underneath her.

See? Totally a dream. Her legs didn't even hurt when she fell. It just kind of happened. So it follows that no pain means that it's not real,

Ha ha... ha...

"Sss... sss... sss... Yeah... I'm fine... totally fine..."

Her hand slowly moved up to cover her face as she moved her head down to hopefully avoid any eye contact or facial recognition. It was hopeless, of course, but the impact of everything that has happened so far has finally caught up with her and the tears can't help but drip down onto the ground

"Please... just don't look at me."

[sunflowerdefendant]

"M-Myriam!" Oh shoot oh darn she forgot about her front. Probably because that box startled her so much, she was in a new place after all.

"You startled me! I’m perfectly fine, everything is just sort of overwhelming is all."

[brilliantboxtop]

Oh man. She remembered her name. She thought that maybe even after they became friends they would only begrudgingly accept her presence but... Well...

She was alone with her now. So she was... her only friend... right?

"Yeah..." She's still kind of unsure as to how to approach this friend thing. Was she supposed to be supportive?

"Did they give you an apartment?"

[sunflowerdefendant]

"O-oh!" Well now that wasn’t slightly terrifying or resembling of a snake at all. That seemed vaguely familiar.

[brilliantboxtop]

The reaction was certainly different from what she had expected. The student council president gasping in such a way.

"Ah... A-are you ill?" Whoever this girl was, she certainly didn't sound like the Juniper Woods she knew.

[sunflowerdefendant]

[brilliantboxtop]

Obviously a normal box. Please it is perfectly normal for a large, conspicuous box with holes to contain perfectly ordinary items inside.

"Sss sss sss." Definitely not a snake. Definitely not a person. Move along.

[brilliantboxtop]

sunflowerdefendant started following you

[inboxideas]

My muse has lost all ability to feel or express emotion. Depending on their relationship, how does yours react?

submitted by anonymous.

[brilliantboxtop]

Void, Gloom

Void: Have you ever felt empty before in your life?

There was that time when that yellow-suited girl called her a failure of a reporter.

Gloom: Have you ever used someone to gain power for yourself?

"Ha… Ha… Ha…"

Definitely not Juniper Woods, Hugh O’Conner or Robin Newman. That would be silly.

[brilliantboxtop]

If only I had a character who would take advantage of everyone divulging so much of their personal information...

... if only.

[the21sacraments]

Sacrament Asks

Void: Have you ever felt empty before in your life?

Darkness: What would you consider to have been your lowest moment?

Gloom: Have you ever used someone to gain power for yourself?

Despair: Has there ever been a point in your life where you just wanted to give up?

Temptation: Would you consider yourself to be a sexual person?

Source: Have you ever had to be the bearer of bad news? If so, what news and to who?

Watchfulness: Is there anyone in your life you feel you have to watch over?

Chaos: Are you an organized person, or do you prefer everything to be a mess? Does seeing a messy house shock you?

Mother Reborn: How important is family to you?

Receiver of Wisdom: Have you ever felt trapped before? If so, why?

[brilliantboxtop]

Cardboard is forever(Closed to Ryoko)

The Los Angeles Times, the Protector, the Looking Glass, all manners of newspapers paled in comparison to her masterpiece: the Themis Herald. It was perfection in print! It was the pinnacle of reporting! It was discontinued...

It was nigh impossible for her to continue printing if she stayed this way. Broke and without access to a printing press, not to mention the disappearance of her laptop. In fact, being left with nothing but paper and pen did not help alleviate this problem one bit.

At least she had a camera. For what it's worth, she could at least take pictures for her articles even if... She had no way of storing them.

Even her box afforded her no comfort. 

At least for once she was showing her face, as kneeling on snow hiding under a cardboard box was bound to cause some problems. Which meant that there was a pig-tailed girl sitting in a cardboard box on the side of the street fiddling with a camera.

Pathetic... And she even lost her friends too. After trying for so long, it was kind of demoralizing to have to start all over again.

But this time! 

She was going to be more open! More assertive! More...

"D-DON'T LOOK AT ME! STOP! You're about to disclose the identity of a reporter and ruin her life. T-turn away so that..."

"So that I can at least disguise myself again."

[brilliantboxtop]

Boxes are friends, not trash(Closed to Sakuya)

Despair came quickly in this city. It came when she realized that this city had robed her of the only three friends she had ever known. It floated down from the sky as the horror that is snow slowly but surely covered the streets. And when her attempts at writing her newspaper fizzled out into obscurity, the girl was left with nothing.

Still. At least she had her box. Not that she was using it at the moment. The cardboard had grown soggy from the humidity and well... It was starting to feel uncomfortable to sit in there watching the snow fall.

Which is why she left to grab coffee. The hot beverage at least served to soothe her nerves, that is, until she saw her box being moved. 

"H-hey! No. Don't!" There's a moment where she almost believed that her shout managed to pass through the window and into the ear of the maid. She ran out after her the thought of the cold not having crossed her mind yet. Until she stumbled and slid on black ice ending with a thump. Her face having gotten thoroughly introduced to the ground.

Though even bodily harm seemed a minor setback as Myriam hoisted herself off to deliver one last shout. "DON'T... burn that."

[undeadlock-deactivated20170308]

myriam is really cute ngl

[sicariusumbram-deactivated20140]

Put ◎ in my ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if its secret.