Mad as a March Hare

If you have something to say, the least you can do is look me in the eyes. Nao Takahashi--The March Hare--Alive

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Sorry for my lack of replies! Thursday is one of my harder midterms so i haven't been online much. After that though i should be better!

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♣

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

Herself. When she isn’t all dressed up and she doesn’t feel like the March Hare, she isn’t sure how to act. She becomes less confident and doubts herself more. She feels as though whatever she does is one embarrassing act after another.

[dragon-born-freak]

Did that really just work? His posture straightened and the look of surprise was nothing short of obvious “Oh- Yeah, sure that’s easy enough.”

 He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box like device equipped with a glass and metal barrel tank. With a few clicks of a button a tiny led light flashed and with that Bodaway held down the button and took a deep drag, filling his throat with vapor and air. Making an O shape with his lips, pushing the smoke out with his tongue and a jut of his lower jaw to form a series of smoke rings in a jagged row.  In the next quick moment he shot puffs of smoke into the center of the rings, the force of the puff makes the rings spin within themselves and pulls the puffs around to form what looks like a Jellyfish body, the tails of the puffs resembling the tendrils “There ya go, jellyfish” he held his hand up to present his little trick 

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     The man’s apparent shock was written clearly across his face. She wondered if he had been lying then or if no one had ever taken him up on the offer. Nao watched his movements, trying to predict which one it might be. As he produced the box, Nao took a cautious step back. If he did manage to make some smoke jellyfish she would rather admire it from some place where the smoke wouldn’t reach. 

     Her curious gaze rested on the rising clouds of smoke. Nao watched in silence as he worked, allowing the artist full concentration. Her eyes widened as the smoke pulled together to resemble the said sea creature. She had heard of fire dancers and fire breathers but being able to control something like smoke was almost unreal. It called to mind a creature from a certain story. Nao clapped her hands together in earnest applause. “You’re like the Caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland! That’s pretty fucking cool, man!”

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✉

Send ✉ for a 2 AM text

From: March HareTo: Mister Neighbor A.K.A ShitMessage: Listen idk who else is up but im going to use u as my rant box ok?Message: tHIS FUCKER WONT FUCKING DIEMessage: I’ve worked at this level since 9 pm.Message: helpMessage: im going to fuck shit upMessage: hOw come this BOSS HAS 3 TRANSFORMATIONSMessage: i have work tomorrowMessage: this is it. this is how i dieMessage: fucking BEAT IT! TAKE THAT YOU SHIT. Message: its over with. good night to u

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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

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dragon-born-freak:

“Goddamnit. This is stupid….” the practical giant scratched the back of his head and sighing a heavy cloud of smoke “C’mon. I can make Jellyfish out of smoke. Not a lot of people can do that at my skill level. I could be that cool obscure friend that you don’t actually have to talk to.”

Eyebrow raised at the exhalation. Standing around this person probably wasn’t healthy for her. Yet, the statement made her curious. Nao tilted her head, the look of wary suspicion painted on her features. “Mhmm...Maybe if you showed me. I might change my mind. Maybe.”

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001. Young, Dumb & Stung

[x] fallencleric

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Perhaps it was the ever so slight scent of honey floating on the breeze or the unsaturated murmurs of the general public. No matter the origin; Kei was in a pleasant mood this afternoon. One could make the assumption that it was birthed from an electronic alert; a prompt for a challenge. Said singular person would be correct. Swap contact information with someone? He could do that. It was a matter of how he wanted to go about the mission that gave him that extra pep in his stride. Down to the final two options he presented for himself, his vision wandered to the first person to catch his attention. 

Dressed like some horrifying B-rated suspense film puppet with hair like curled, upside-down horns, Kei could merely grin at the many scenarios that crossed his mind at the initial approach and conversation point. Once she got close enough for him to approach, the young man gave his best expression of thrill. “Oh, hey! I haven’t seen you in forever!” He’d dramatically emphasize his statement as his grin widened. 

“Didn’t think I’d see you here, honestly. We should take a picture together to celebrate. Say cheese!” A lift of his cellular device and provided expression of amusement and false excitement, Kei lifted a peace sign to his front-facing camera. 

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     Amid a growing crowd of soft conversation, Nao sipped her smoothie and observed the small gathering with general disinterest. They were all newcomers to the island, although some were more acquainted to the map than most, and it was apparent in the rising questions of where such and such was or this and that would be. A few people were already chatting on their Ki Screens, and she assumed that they too had gotten the challenge. The whole point was to make friends but it was delivered in such a way that she almost didn’t want to. She liked challenges but she didn’t like the lady that had delivered it. In the end, she had half a mind to ignore the whole thing when she was caught by some passing person after crossing the street.

     His cheerful voice threw her off guard. Nao didn’t recognize his face so she had been certain that he was calling for someone else. When he approached her, however, the certainty was replaced with confusion. She hadn’t seen this person before but he seemed so sure of himself. Nao frowned. He had to be playing with her. Someone so excited to see a friend would usually use that friend’s name. She was at least 70% sure about that.

     Lifting her hand up, Nao closed the phone without so much as a word. Really, he was a bit rude to try and take a picture without asking or even introducing himself. She took another sip of her smoothie while contemplating just what to do. Turning her head to face him, she smiled. “Without looking at your Ki Screen, could you tell me my name?”

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"No more caffeine for you."

“I don’t recall you becoming my parent. I can drink however much coffee I fucking want, thank you very much.”

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"I need someone to be my friend."

     Movement froze at the man’s utterance. Was this supposed to be some invitation? Was he trying to get her to sign up for something? Nao narrowed her eyes and looked away. “Yeah, uh, keep at it, buddy.”

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"I remember everyone that leaves." (Gives it right back to you, punk.)

     Nao pressed her back against the wall, eyes staring straight ahead at the stars painted outside the window. The house was dark but light would only attract monsters and the two were tired. Perhaps, that was why they were talking about such things. The house was empty- the whole village was empty- and the stark nakedness of it all was uncomfortable. They were strangers in a ghost town. The silence could only be chased away by their voices, spirits kept at bay by their conversation. 

     She closed her eyes and took a breath. It was cold. Letting her head fall naturally against the wall so that she was now looking at him, Nao gave him a small smile. “You must care then.” A breathy chuckle. “That’s good.” She looked down and drew her knees closer to her chest. “To be honest, sometimes I don’t give two shits about some people. I mean, if they didn’t give a fuck about me and left then why should I waste my time remembering them?”

     Laying her head on her knees, she turned to look at him again. “Caring so much though, that’s gotta hurt.” Nao glanced at the door. It had been a few hours since the others left to gather food. She sighed. “Well, if any of you little shits left, I guess I could find it in my heart to remember you.”

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Lilo and Stitch {Sentence Starters}

"No more caffeine for you."

"This is my family. I found it, all on my own."

"Oh, you are such a pain!"

"'Ohana' means 'family'. 'Family' means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten."

"You sure it's a dog?"

"You know, you wreck everything you touch."

"I'm sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face."

"YOU! You're the cause of all this!"

"Don't leave me, okay?"

"You're just jealous 'cause I'm pretty!"

"Did you catch fire again?"

"Give us a sign you understand any of this."

"She likes your butt and fancy hair."

"Leave my mother out of this!"

"Does this look infected to you?"

"You are so finished when I get in there!"

"I remember everyone that leaves."

"You can never belong."

"Then why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?"

"Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!"

"Leave me alone to diiiiie."

"I prefer to be called 'Evil Genius'."

"I need someone to be my friend."

"This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size."

"We're a broken family, aren't we?"

"My friends need to be punished."

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♠

♠ - What are they afraid of?

Being useless. Being weak. Nao wants to be strong and she wants to be confident. She’s scared that she’s somehow doing it wrong. For now, she’s relying on how she was in Pandora’s Box, how she was while being her character, to produce her confident, strong self. She knows that she’s strong in-game. If she’s like how she is in-game then she has to be strong, has to be confident in real life. But what would happen if her crutch was gone? How is she supposed to act around others? How is she supposed to be? More than anything, she’s afraid of making a mistake and just being wrong. Because she cares.

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☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?

Sweet treats. Definitely. If you want something salty, you get chips. If you want something sour, you eat a lemon. Treats are supposed to be sweet and if they aren’t then you can be sure that she’ll never buy that kind again. Give her a lollipop tho. She loves lollipops because her hands are free. She also thinks they look sort of cool.

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

♠ - What are they afraid of?

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

♪ - Are they musically inclined? 

♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy?

✓ - How do they react to praise?

✕ - How do they handle rejection?

☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?

❄ -  Favourite season and why?

☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

❤ - Do they have a love interest?

✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?

♔ - Do they value loyalty?

♕ - Do they trust easily?

☠ - How do they react to death?

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Day 2

2. Does your muse look down on others for their musical choice?

No, Nao isn’t quite sure what her musical taste is. She moves from song to song after listening to each a few hundred times. People like different things, music included.

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One last inhale and he seemed to bounce back onto his feet. A grin covered his features, the man soon give a thumbs up with his free hand.  Mainly because he couldn’t exactly form his words just yet.

「 Ah– Yeah. I’m alright, just it’s been ages since I’ve actually ran. Haha! Anyway, here. 」

Gifting Nao the card, he soon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, form leaning back into a casual stance. Emory had wondered, what was that card for? Maybe she just liked playing cards games. Ah well, it didn’t matter, the smile of his face still remained. 

「 Sorry if I bothered you, just I know what it’s like to lose something – but of course, everyone does. Regardless, might I ask for you name pretty miss?」

His speech probably sounded childish, though he didn’t care, Emory was just being social.

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    Nao chuckled, a polite but still fairly loud sound muffled by her hand. She pressed her knuckle lightly on her lips and let the sound fade away. “Thanks again,” Fitting the card into one of her pockets, the object disappearing in the frills of her skirt, Nao looked up at him again. “and don’t worry about it. I don’t quite like running either.”

      With the card tucked into her pockets, Nao shifted her weight from either side. The clock was ticking and no doubt people were already at the restaurant. Glancing over her shoulder, she contemplated how she should excuse herself from the situation. Sending a small smile the stranger’s way, Nao pointed behind her. “I was actually making my way to a new Yakiniku place in the Traditional District, if you wanted to come with. Ahh, it’s Nao Takahashi by the way.”

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Intro: Hi! Dusk mod here again. I was supposed to make a male OC but then I got caught up with this idea so here I am. This was supposed to be a fun and cute group of friends but now it’s sort of sad and it’s all Haru and Senna’s fault. Yeah. Psh. Help me.