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KATSUNARI ‘KAT’ FUKAZAWA is a 35 year old Supply Runner living in the GOLDEN TRIANGLE safe zone as of April 2021. Written by Velouria for Fiddler’s Green.

i. biography. / ii. statistics. / iii. connections.

location : the den / with : @elenahastey

Elena talked, and Katsunari didn’t. That was the nature of their relationship (does knowing each other for a month and a half constitute a relationship? Kat didn’t know anymore, maybe never did), and mostly, that was fine for Kat. Elena was probably the one person in the triangle that he was closest to, and he wasn’t even sure if she knew his full name was Katsunari and not just the nickname he’s been called since he arrived in America. She kept trying, though, and that’s what he respected about her. Most other people would get the hint, after a few blank stares and one word answers, but it didn’t deter Elena. Perhaps if it was anyone else, he would’ve straight up told her to fuck off, but there was a secret reason why he didn’t—she was one of the first inside the outpost to talk to him, to treat him nicely. He wasn’t intending on sticking by her side like a teenager on the first day of the job, but the triangle was a big place. There were a lot of people, and he hadn’t been around so many living people since the one outpost he joined over a decade ago.

And Jesus Christ, were there a lot of people. It’s his first real ‘party’ in the triangle, and he hadn’t wanted to come, but he figured he should or else people would think he was odd, not a team player. As much as Kat wanted to be outside again, perhaps a little too much like an actual cat, he didn’t want to bite the hand that fed him just yet. Blend in, that was the plan, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job. Grimacing uncomfortably, he glanced at Elena and felt his throat run dry. He wanted to start a conversation, but didn’t know how. His mouth gaped open and close like a fish, and he felt utterly stupid. People probably wondered how a guy like him could survive so long outside, but out there was so much easier. Fiddling with the rim of his beer bottle, he glanced to the blonde again, his expression looking pained: “I... um. I never went to parties in high school.” It may seem like a non-sequitur, but it made sense in his head. He was trying to convey that he has never really had alcohol; sure, he could always find some while living on the road, but getting drunk while trying to survive by himself wasn’t exactly a smart idea. “I was a freshman when this all happened. In college, I mean. But I didn’t go to parties in college either.” That wasn’t really his fault, though, he never got to progress past the first semester. Fucking outbreak.

#elenahastey #arc › threads.#arc › elena.#elena › 001.#event › fresh and freaky festivities.#starter › closed.#he's... bad at talking lol #hope this is okay!! :)

location : the den / with : open / @fiddlersgreenstarters

Kat didn’t know what a festival was supposed to be like inside the Golden Triangle, but it sure didn’t look like what one did back in the days before the apocalypse. It was an odd experience, walking into this place called the Den and seeing everyone mingling together as if there wasn’t a large high rise looming over them, reminding them that they, the rest of the small bit of society left, were less than. Not that Kat really wanted to notice such things, he saw the squalor everyone lived in, especially since he was living in it himself, but he had to assume most of these people hadn’t been outside its walls in years. They may be living in squalor, but Katsunari preferred it over living in the wasteland out there (for now, at least). He could turn a blind eye to what was around him as long as he needed to. Besides, Kat had twelve different escape plans in mind at all times. The guards might not let him out, but he would find a way. He always did.

There wasn’t any plan to leave now, and Kat couldn’t help feeling a bit curious about what the hell Fresh and Freaky was. He saw people drinking, laughing, talking. He was too young to drink (legally) when the end came, but he had to imagine that it was very similar to what a packed bar was like back in the day. Most of the commotion was around some sort of fenced-in area, and naturally he gravitated towards it. Pushing past others carelessly, he was... confused about what was going on inside the cage. Two walkers inside it, fighting each other for some helpless rodent. His brows creased. Taking a quick glance at the person beside him, he uncharacteristically spoke up, “Isn’t this a bit... unethical?”

#fg;starter #event › fresh and freaky festivities.#arc › threads.#um.. he's a newbie if it isn't obvious lmao #okay but now i gotta go bc i work tomorrow and holidays are the worst time to be a waitress lol pray 4 me

location : the den / with : @lobitas

from the mistake by the lake to shitsburgh... katsunari thought suddenly, surveying the crowded warehouse-turned-bar. the thought caught him off guard, city nicknames that he had pretty much forgotten about in the last sixteen years, but it didn’t feel wrong when it came to this place, this den. it was crawling with people, and even before the apocalypse kat would’ve entirely avoided any sort of place that had more than two or three inhabitants—his high school best friend joked that kat’s perfect idea of a party would be a silent room where no one talked or looked at each other. this festival, or whatever it would be considered, was certainly not his perfect party. his arm suddenly jerked, someone coming up behind him accidentally shoulder-checked him, and he couldn’t control the sneer that formed on his face. the girl saw it, and seeing the apologetic smile falter on their own face, kat felt a tad guilty. he really didn’t try to be so unfriendly, it was just natural. he couldn’t apologize for his natural reaction, though, they already walked off.

kat thought about following after them, apologizing for needlessly mean mugging them, but he felt that would probably be weirder, run up to someone to say sorry for having a bitchy face. god, why did he even care? being around people again has not been an easy adjustment. watching them walk off, his fingers flexed into fists and then relaxed repeatedly, an anxious tic from his childhood that he had forgotten about until he came to the triangle. his movement would’ve looked impulsive if kat didn’t think meticulously about every action he made, suddenly springing into movement to find the girl that knocked into him. following in the direction that he last saw her walking, he approached the first woman he saw in front of him. “uh, hi. sorry. did you just see a girl? red hair, bangs?” at least that was what he thought he could remember about her. jesus christ, katsunari, you’re a fucking weirdo. he grimaced at his own thoughts, knowing this stranger probably thought he was high.

#lobitas #arc › threads.#arc › neve.#neve › 001.#starter › closed.#event › fresh and freaky festivities.#this is literally the dumbest strtr i've written in my like fifteen year rp career i'm EMBARRASSED #but i was joking abt saying mistake by the lake/shitsburgh on discord and then i did it for real #just some rust belt fun i'm having okay!!

lifeinpoetry

I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.

Anne Sexton, from “For the Year of the Insane," Live or Die (via lifeinpoetry)

#— i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse.

times are gone for honest men. / katsunari fukazawa.

buena by morphine. / down in it by nine inch nails. / all the madmen by david bowie. / i am not the bad guy by my brightest diamond. / black hole sun by soundgarden. / the stranger by billy joel. / a head with wings by morphine. / karma police by radiohead. / red right hand by nick cave & the bad seeds. / got me wrong by alice in chains. / i do not want this by nine inch nails. / burning pile by mother mother. / motorway to roswell by pixies. / burden in my hand by soundgarden. / blackstar by david bowie. / grind by alice in chains. / the figurehead by the cure. / scratch by morphine.

#— no one sings like you anymore. / radio.#— what becomes of the boy no longer a boy? / development.#fiddlersgreenrpg

mycorruptedmindd

if i ever opened up to you i was joking

#— i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse.

tvcentric

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - “Lie To Me”

#— was that it? that horror‚ was that love? / wanted.

manusera

Sen Mitsuji for Salk (サルク)

#— i’m just a ghost out of his grave. / visage.

tvandfilmdaily

–– Thoroughbreds, dir. Cory Finley

#— i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse.#— what becomes of the boy no longer a boy? / development.

valtsv

if i got put in a jigsaw trap and survived i wouldnt learn anything id just be like well that was fucked up lol

#— i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse.

knifeforsale

VINTAGE ROBESON POCKET KNIFE | LISTING

#— i turned around and saw the sky. it was red. / aesthetic.

luthienne

Adonis, from Selected Poems; “A Piece of Bahlul’s Sun” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

#— i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse.#— what becomes of the boy no longer a boy? / development.

beverlycrushr

#— i’m just a ghost out of his grave. / visage.#— don’t you walk around like a haunted house‚ too? / mannerisms.

— tag. / drop.

— i turned around and saw the sky. it was red. / aesthetic. — i still claim i am not the bad guy. / answers. — so i just stood there‚ inside the jaw of nothing. / body. — what becomes of the boy no longer a boy? / development. — there is always something to be made of pain. / edits. — you’ve got to promise not to stop when i say when. / games. — in the cemetery i understood we keep what belongs to us. / gifts. — there is no other version of this story. / mail. — don’t you walk around like a haunted house‚ too? / mannerisms. — i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse. — no one sings like you anymore. / radio. — i hold back from everyone a full knowledge of myself. / rumors. — was that it? that horror‚ was that love? / wanted. — to take off all my clothes involved a kind of flaying. / wardrobe. — i’m just a ghost out of his grave. / visage. — tag. / ship. au revoir les enfants! that means fuck queue! hold your horses honey. i’ve got coupons for the pringles. ( ooc. ) arc › threads. / arc › muse. / muse › 001.

#— i turned around and saw the sky. it was red. / aesthetic.#— i still claim i am not the bad guy. / answers.#— so i just stood there‚ inside the jaw of nothing. / body.#— what becomes of the boy no longer a boy? / development.#— there is always something to be made of pain. / edits.#— there is no other version of this story. / mail.#— don’t you walk around like a haunted house‚ too? / mannerisms.#— i woke up tired of being the hammer. / muse.#— no one sings like you anymore. / radio.#— i hold back from everyone a full knowledge of myself. / rumors.#— was that it? that horror‚ was that love? / wanted.#— to take off all my clothes involved a kind of flaying. / wardrobe.#— i’m just a ghost out of his grave. / visage.#au revoir les enfants! that means fuck queue!#hold your horses honey. i’ve got coupons for the pringles. ( ooc. )

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