Let’s get close
trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Let’s get close
"No. I’ve studied a lot regularly, and I refreshed myself earlier, so I think I’ll be okay, now that I think about it…" He gave her a sheepish smile.
Hitagi offered a gentle smile back, and nodded a bit. "Good to see you have come prepared. Many other students tend to just.. leave it off at the last day or so." She shrugged, twirling a pencil between her fingers. "I am sure you will do well."
"Very carefully."
"Well I hope you're prepared to be the one to put it out. I never liked cereal very much."
"Call me… Senjougahara-sama." "…Se-n-jou-ga-ha-ra-sa-maaa"
"I'm baffled, how did you set THAT on fire of all things?"
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"Are you here to cram for finals too?"
Though he approaches her, she keeps the distance between them. Perhaps frightening her will not be a lost cause after all, if she is intimidated by taller men. He stores this information in his head in case it should be necessary for use at a later date.
At her request, he raises his masked head to scan the area surrounding them. It is against regulation for a Repo Man to speak freely when he is on the job in public. With no witnesses in sight, his head turns to face her again. When he speaks next, he doesn’t bother to whisper.
"You’ve really not heard of the Repo Men? Genetic Repo Men? Organ Repossessors?" How odd. Maybe she’s not from Sanitarium? No, that’s impossible. Repo Men existed all over the planet.
A.. Genetic Repo Man? If anything else couldn't, that phrase certainly caught her full attention. She's heard of repossession of furniture and houses.. But organs? "Good to hear you're speaking up now, I don't have to strain my fragile ears anymore." Her head tilted back, stare deepening into something more of an analytical leer. "Until you just told me, no, I have not heard of these.. Repo Men. I'm not from here, it seems." It was probably true, compared to the clothing that most people from Sanitarium wore, she stood out a bit.
Senjougahara sighed, a ..was that a stapler? Yes, yes it was. A stapler slid out from her sleeve into her open palm. She gave it a few gentle clicks. "My family has paid all of their dues when it came to my medical treatment, so I'm glad to say you will not be ..repossessing anything of mine." Perhaps she would ask around more about these.. repo men. Araragi watched more television than she dd, he may have heard of them.
"Wouldn't taking back organs kill the ... owner?"
[there is nothing more unappetizing then finding hair in your food. Especially when it's not yours.
I don't think I'm hungry anymore eeeeeugh]
"So, now you know my secret. If you leave, I will show mercy. ..If not, this is war. I will gladly become a warlord to this battlefield."
Supernatural inspired starter sentences
"What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?"
"You know, you really suck at goodbyes."
"This is the last we will see of each other for a very long time."
"I don’t want you to save me."
"Every fibre of me wants to die."
"I made a promise."
"If it’s not to late, I think I’ll like to take you up on that beer."
"It’s ok. It’s going to be ok."
"This was a test."
"I chose family."
"Endings are hard but then again, nothing really ends, does it?"
"You gotta promise not to try and bring me back."
"Go live some apple pie life."
"It has been a year."
"Beautiful loser."
"You can’t have it all."
"Get the salt."
"I am not here at the moment."
"You have the eye of a tiger."
"Something…not natural."
"I have had some crap jobs."
"You have been poisoned, what ever thing you think you have been seeing, it’s not real."
"I was expecting a hug, some holy water in the face, anything."
"You have no idea what is in some peoples walls. It could eat them alive."
"I think she likes you."
*distant screams*
"What the hell was that?"
"I’m…coming…for…you."
"Call it a hunch."
"Pig n a poke."
"What was that sound?"
"Careful is my middle name."
"That’s not a demon, is it?"
"The light is flickering. Urg, got to call an electrician again."
"…sulfur."
"Are you hunting something?"
"You have yellow eyes…"
"Add a little spice to all that sugar."
"You can’t outrun your past."
"Carry on my wayward son."
"Ahahahahahahahahahaha!"
—Yotsugi Ononoki (head tilt edition)
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A girl should never walk alone at night. Senjougahara knew this fact all too well; It was seedy and dangerous on the streets once the sun had set. Her stride was quick, yet her expression remained relaxed as she headed towards what seemed to be the abandoned cram school that both her and Koyomi tended to visit.
As she neared closer, however, her steps began to slow; Someone was nearby, and it definitely wasn't Meme or Araragi. Hitagi was no Shinto Priest or Mind reader, but their aura was a force to be reckoned with. He was tall, dressed in red, quite a threatening color if she said so herself. Meme was just inside of that building, perhaps she could just quickly wander past without stirring up too much trouble. ..She couldn't help but wonder why he was near the abandoned school, however. Surely he was not an oddity hunter?
"Good evening." Her voice was cold and quiet. "I'm afraid this school is empty. If you are looking for the Private school nearby, it's to the east." She pointed.
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"If you need directions, I'm afraid I don't speak English. None at all." Hitagi joked cheerfully, crossing her legs at the bench she was seated at. "Are you new around here? I can't say I've seen you around."
Well, this is interesting. Not only does this girl not know who or what he is, but she’s also completely unperturbed by his presence. In fact, she’s rather indifferent to his aura. This fascinates him, but also sparks a hint of annoyance. They all run from us, why is she any different?
The dark figure takes a step towards her, studying her through the visor with the penetrating focus of an x-ray. She believes him to be some kind of circus clown, a unique street performer. The notion is enough to induce a rusty chuckle that leaks out the bottom of his mask.
"I am a surgeon of sorts," comes the near inaudible whispering. "You are unafraid?"
He's tall, incredibly so. This fact becomes incredibly obvious to Hitagi as he takes a step forward; She takes a step back in response, her face slowly forming into a judging frown. "You ought to speak up more. I may inflict myself with hearing damage just to try and understand you." Her tone is blank, her hands resist gripping onto her skirt out of tension. "As for your question, not afraid, no, fear is an emotion that I may feel once you prove to be a threat to me. You may look threatening, but that does not mean you are an endangerment to my health. So I will simply assume it to be my nerves; You are a tall man. Girls tend to be intimidated by tall men."
Another step back, he claims to be a surgeon? She's definitely sure a normal surgeon shouldn't be wearing that. ..She has had surgery before, after all. That helmet of his is strange, like it's staring right through her. (And It was). "If you are implying that I should be afraid of you, I would appreciate your reasoning as to why."
"…" Surely this girl must be joking. Who was she to not fear the Repo Man? Maybe she hasn’t heard of us…?
The black-clad man turns about to face her. He makes no move to approach her and he doesn’t speak, though if she listens closely, she can hear a ghostly whispering issuing from under the helmet.
"You are mistaken."
While Senjougahara did not know exactly who this man was, she did in fact feel a bit of a dark vibe radiating off the other. It fascinated her, one could call it a stupid move to continue to address the REPO, but she was acknowledging this foolishness.
"I see, how disappointing. ..Though with that tone of yours, I do not think anyone would know who you are. ..If you are going for the dark and mysterious guise, you have undoubtedly succeeded."
She placed a hand to her cheek, and leaned into it a bit. "But one might mistake you for some sort of ..Nuclear Physicist with that outfit."
Gahara didn't seem all that interested in asking for his name just yet. Rather, she seemed more interested in seeing how the man would react to her proddings.
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"Interesting costumes. I never expected to see street performers out in these parts. I shall be more observant next time. Or perhaps you are the new Power Rangers I have been hearing about?" The girl smiled faintly and chuckled quietly to herself.