Truth Is Far Better Than Deceit

Ah hello. I'm Ratari Mito. I'm a second year at Iwatobi who resides with the journalism club. Basically, I help with the school newspaper and I'm in charge of the sports/club section! So, if you are in any clubs/sports I mostly likely have bugged you once or twice for a small interview. However, my favorite club is the swim club, they have come a long way in just the short time they have formed and I always look forward to hearing about their progress! {Indie Free! OC blog}

[harukatobichan-blog]

     ”…My stance?” What exactly did this reporter want from him? Yes, prefucturals were coming up very close. In about a couple days and he’d be swimming to get to regionals. “Alright, ask away.” A towel draped around his neck after drying off the top of his head.

[candorofentertainment]

    "Yes, you're stance. What I mean is, how do you feel currently about prefucturals? Are you nervous? Excited? And do you hope to make it past them and head to regionals?"

Of course, Mito was sure he knew partly how Haruka might answer those questions as well as the last one was unnecessary, but as the reporter/editor for the sports section he was required to ask even the most obvious of questions. Besides, even if he knew what might be said, since he's been visiting the team a few times on and off for the sports section, he wouldn't risk it and not ask. After all, he believes in truth, so even one slightly false possible bit of information would be a no go for him. 

            "Ah-- also, did you just get done with practice by chance?"

Noting the towel and being wet, it was also painful obvious, but again, can't just assume things gotta be truthful.

[filiaxmaris]

"Well I guess I really am a more spontaneous kind of person, but I sorta pegged you for the boring type instead of the face touching type.  Maybe…"  She turned away from him for a second, speaking mostly to herself, "could it be… I was totally wrong about Mi-kun’s personality…?"  

Snapping her attention back on him, she straightened her posture and tapped her finger against her chin.  "Ah… I guess my favorite club on campus would be… um…"  she wrinkled her nose, thinking hard.  She wasn’t part of a club, so she didn’t have an easy escape of an answer like most people would.  What clubs were at the school?  They had an… um… oh yeah!  Mi-kun was part of "…the… journalism club!" What a lame answer!  "You guys seem really dedicated so… yeah!"

[candorofentertainment]

"...boring? I am ANYTHING but boring." Or at least he would tell himself that. He supposed, she didn't understand him anymore than he understood her. So, they were even then. Or at least that was the logic that Mito would make himself believe anyways.

Though, when Hama said her favorite club, Mito was flabbergasted, he didn't understand how or why in the world she would pick the journalism club, seeing as how she never really seemed interested in what was partly Mito's passion in life, "R-Really? I never thought you seemed like the type to be interested in my line of work! I have to say I am surely surprised!" For a moment his eyes were sparkling and he sorta had some like new look on Hamako...all because of that, but that's when something else struck him, a new memory of sorts, and he sorta stopped in his tracks at what he was thinking...

...the last time he thought she meant something so straightforward, he thought she was confessing to him. So, maybe this was not all it was cracked up to be...? He didn't want to suspect her, but he couldn't help it, so he was going to do a bit of digging. Just like a true reporter.

Being as hesitant as she sounded, he suspected she might have thought he'd react the way he was thinking right now or maybe she wasn't telling the truth at all, however, he wasn't going to flat out say that, maybe just ask in terms of why she said that a bit more, then just her saying it was because of the dedication the club took to their work, "So, then, what fascinates you most about the club then? Asides the fact we are dedicated? Because, that's a given fact, we make sure the school newspaper is as good as it can be. But, there's more to the club then just that and if you like the journalism club, I want to know EVERYTHING you like about it." There, hopefully he would get his answer, but knowing her its going to be anything but normal.

                   "Also--It will also help the newspaper tremendously if you tell me this of course."

[candorofentertainment]

How Well Do You Know Your OCs

send me a number 1-60 and i'll answer the questions with one of my OCs

1: What's your OCs favorite color?

2: Where does your OC work?

3: What's your OCs favorite food?

4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?

5: How old is your OC?

6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers?

7: Is your OC in a relationship?

8: What are some of your OCs strengths?

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?

10: What is your OCs favorite outfit?

11: What is your OCs spirit animal?

12: Is your OC sexually active?

13: What is your OCs earliest memory?

14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind?

15: What makes your OC angry?

16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?

17: How long can your OC hold their breath?

18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear?

19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots?

20: What's your OCs favorite kind of pizza?

21: Who is your OCs best friend?

22: Has your OC ever killed someone?

23: Whats your OCs biggest secret?

24: What does your OC smell like?

25: What time of year does your OC prefer?

26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)

27: What languages does your OC speak?

28: Does your OC like anime?

29: Can your OC swim?

30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

31: Does your OC believe in fairies?

32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?

33: Are your OCs parents dead?

34: Is your OC religious?

35: How flexible is your OC?

36: What turns your OC on?

37: What was your OCs first word?

38: Does your OC have any pets?

39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy?

40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?

41: What is your OCs motto about life?

42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea?

43: Who is your OCs biggest hero?

44: What color eyes does your OC have?

45: Does your OC like reading?

46: Is your OC loyal?

47: Does your OC tolerate violence?

48: What social class is your OC from?

49: What country was your OC born in?

50: Does your OC cry easily?

51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music?

52: How does your OC feel about insects?

53: What is your OCs sexual orientation?

54: Does your OC smoke?

55: What gender is your OC?

56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear?

57: Would you call your OC adventurous?

58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?

59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?

60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

[becauseimrichandican]

I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical 

Featuring such hits as

Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind

What Was The Plot of This RP Again?

Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog

And the ever classic

I’m a Lazy Bastard

[wendythesurvivor]

Starring everyone’s favourite 

 Nobody’s replied and its reprise Fuck everyone’s replied

[museswithproblems-deactivated20]

I will sing this!

[thescarecrowartist-deactivated2]

Send me a ϟ for my muses reaction to being caught in a thunder storm with yours.

[candorofentertainment]

.....cries at the injury plot with Nitori and Rin. I can't handle this ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING

[attackonlucy-deactivated2014102]

♙ a kiss on a bruise

♔ a kiss on the cheek

✠ our muses watching the stars together

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

♏ my muse...

[inboxstuff]

Text meme

Send me a symbol for a:

✌ - Drunk/drugged text

❤ - A heartfelt text

⚠ - An emergency text

☾ - A bedtime text

✈ - A text while travelling

✴ - An angry text

[filiaxmaris]

It’s a bit cooler. :C Like at least I can scroll more than 5 posts on my dash, and save things as drafts, and answer asks and stuff like that. But I guess editing themes is a no-go. OTL I guess Birthday will just have to wait until I can fix his blog when I get home but uHG he’s such an incredibly loud muse sometimes I want to smack him upside the head like whY ARE YOU DOING THIS

[candorofentertainment]

Well, that's certainly an improvement all things considering. I remember how aweful that was before for you. And you know, if he's such a loud muse you could do things on his blog and edit it later, if that's what you mean. Unless all you mean is just to edit his blog I dunno but--...I did that with Momos blog, because the boy wouldn't stOP. Speaking of I still have to go edit at least the information page.

[animalsnaps]

[fidelisecheneidae]

That’s good, then~ And be sure to go eat something! I think there’s some taquitos in the freezer if you want any… and there’s some ramen and stuff like that, just poke around. You’re also welcome to any of my granola bars if you want. The new shift is alright, I’m kinda b o r e d. I’ve only had like 5 calls since I’ve been here, and I’ve really gotta pee but idk if the door will let me back in if I leave so I gotta wait till 5:00. I’m pretty awake, though, so thank you for staying up with me yesterday!

[candorofentertainment]

I will. I am gonna go look here in a minute. I won't not eat, that would be stupid. I have never had a taquito before, so I might actually try one. Yeah, I will look around and see what's in there. Its just I realized I didn't eat since this morning, but it wasn't on purpose. And well, I hope that even as bored as it is, you are enjoying the fact its not many calls and you can do almost anything you want really. I really think it will be good for you. And its good that you are awake, I had no problems staying up with you, so your welcome! It was a great...even if sometimes sad, night aha. And I hope you can hold having to pee gawd that really sucks.

[askmethething]

Send 'Hug me!'

and I’ll generate a number from 1-15 to determine how my muse will hug yours.

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[naruto-roleplayers-den-deactiva]

Send me a ♮ for my muse's reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine's waist.

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Rei presenting his bento….

[candorofentertainment]

If you read the rules and information of a rp page before interaction, can you reblog this, please? I want to see how many do.

[candorofentertainment]

♫ ☢ ♓

♫:three of my muse’s favorite songs

“When I Grow Up" - Mayday Parade (Because, he felt like he could relate to that song in a different sense then a celebrity, but being a world known reporter. He would be on television etc. He took it in a different way.)

“Cross My Heart" - Marianas Trench (He just likes Marianas Trench a lot. He listens to them a lot when writing up his articles for the newspaper.)

“Fool For Love" - Stefy (He likes romantic comedies and this song has been in a few.)

☢:something my muse is afraid of

He never talks about it, but he’s afraid of being in a car accident. He hears too many horrific stories about people that have died because of crashes and it terrifies him. He just tries not to think about it.

♓:my muse’s biggest secret

He doesn’t have like MAJOR secrets, but like he wet the bed till he was six. And he called his teacher, mom almost everyday when he was in 3rd grade on accident, because his mom looked like the teacher. Buuuut, a big secret? Um well most people don’t know that his father is MIA, he just never really talks about his dad. Even though he went missing on a business trip. Just not something he thinks about bringing up.

[candorofentertainment]

Ami has died.

"We’re terribly sorry, but Ami has passed away."

But, it was just a cold…just a simple…cold….

Standing in that state of disbelief the reporter couldn’t move. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t speak. He wanted to scream, that it wasn’t true. They they were lying to them, that why would a hospital joke around like that. But, he couldn’t, because deep down as much as he didn’t want to believe it…it was true. His little sister was…gone. It was sad, he could feel her hugging him now from behind, as if to say, not to worry about her and move on...even more of an impact that she was no longer of this world.

———————-

For the past few weeks Mito had been taking care of Ami as much as he could, she contracted a common cold (or so he thought) and wanted to make her as comfortable as possible, but as time went on, it wasn’t getting better. It was only getting worse and worse, soon she started to develop more symptoms, more like she had the flu (at least what he thought seemed like it) then anything else. Her entire body would hurt, she would shiver when she was covered in blankets, she would have trouble breathing and cough rigorously, she was running high fevers, and she was so pale. He remembered many other things that happened while she was sick, but because their mom was hardly home he had to be the one to do what he could. So, he watched after her, but he knew he needed to do something more, it was only getting worse and worse…

Calling the doctor a few days prior, they couldn’t get her in to see him till next week, so he took matters into his own hands and carried her to the hospital, so much as to take the train and do anything he could, making sure she was covered with his jacket and her head was carefully rested on his shoulder, so when they arrived she could be delicately taken from his grasp and he would leave to wait.

After hours on end, she had been admitted under the assumption she was actually suffering from pneumonia that was probably conducted while she started with a chest cold. So, when Mito heard that, he felt guilt. As if he should have gotten her to the hospital sooner, but he knew now she was in good care and all would be well, right?

Staying by her side even so much as to skip school and ignore when visiting hours were over, because this was his freaking sister, he waited for her to get better, but even as things seemed to be helping, she wasn’t really showing signs of regaining her healthy composure. But, those two nights, she would mention how glad she was to have him as her brother, that he did everything he could for her and she couldn’t ask for more than that. Even through the rasp sounds in her voice and weak state she was in, she still tried to talk to him and he held her hand. Ami meant the world to Mito, she wasn’t only his sister, but like his daughter practically, since he was the father figure in the house for years now, since their father went missing.

So, just that morning, being rushed out of her room, while they tried to help her as if something was horribly wrong, left Mito in a state of despair, he could only hope that she was just trying to fight off the infection and it was making the recovery harder, but he couldn’t even more wrong…

———-

Gripping his fist as the tears had finally started showing, he couldn’t talk but choke on his sobs, as he lifted his hand to the doctor, as if to see him off, because he didn’t want to talk anymore. He could go see her one last time, but it wouldn’t be the same, he wanted to remember her alive. It would be bad enough when the funeral would finally come. And with those thoughts he just walked down a hallway, his eyes completely absent of life, as he walked out of the hospital to grab his phone. He knew he had to tell his mom the news, so he slowly looked for her number in his contacts and clicked the right button as the dial tone rang through his head…to think, this all happened because of a simple cold.

                                                                          Life had such cruel fates.