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msmisaxamane:
“That’s very rude of you to say. I was just stating an obvious fact that you should have met me earlier since I’m so fabulous.”
“You are fabulous.” This was more fact than opinion and Inaba had to relent. However! “But I am certain I would sleep so much better tonight if we had never crossed paths.”
brightandspiritedboy:
He sympathized. Really, he did. About feeling lonely. He didn’t really know about the whole distrust part, he always trusted just about anyone, but everything else she was upset about? He understood.
When he had lost contact with his most important friends, he felt like this. But when he was down, he got himself back up, and he knew exactly how he did it.
It was time to pass that on it seemed. He placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Hey. Listen, I get it. Really. I do. You feel lonely right now. Really, really lonely. And because of what’s happened, you feel like you can’t trust anybody to not hurt you like anyone else did. Something like that, right?
Even if I’m not completely right, you still gotta get out there. I know it’s hard, and that making new friends when you’ve lost your old ones is hard ‘cause you don’t want to lose them like you did before. Lemmie tell you a secret. You won’t.
Friends? They come and go! That’s just how things are! But I’ve been where you are. And I didn’t give up. I got back up and got back out there and I learned something.
True friends will stay with you. No matter how long its been, you’ll find each other, and it’ll be like you never separated. And you wanna know how you find friends like that?
You get out there and make ‘em. … And…. if things are still too hard for you to give it a shot, then…”
The boy offered his hand out to the girl.
“… Then I’ll be your friend! Okay?”
Inaba looked up from her knees and tot the hand that was being extended to her and a lone thought flashed across her mind—how did it get to this point?
He was a stranger, this boy. She couldn’t have seen him more than once or twice before, recognizing him by his alight and cheery disposition—and somehow still radiating the same stupid kind of altruistic aura that dumbass Taichi seemed to hone some way or other. Simply by being.
It seemed exhausting.
So, how was it that she had ended up on this floor, arms curled around her knees, unsuccessfully attempting to withdraw into herself and instead spilling her troubles to this spiky-haired fool?
If anything, she wanted to erase the encounter from his memories altogether. Or, at least, her face. It was embarrassing and detrimental and his words were actually having an effect on her. So told the tears threatening to teeter down her face.
But, behind all of this darkness, there was a small part of her that wanted to accept his offered hand—and this small part won out.
She took his hand, pulled herself, swiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her free arm, and tightened her grip around his fingers; shaking his hand once before releasing it.
“—You are an absurd person. Listening to the sob stories of outsiders that hold no substance and offering them friendship as a fix. Stopping at all. Giving advice like that…”
She couldn’t look him in the eye, so she fixated on her feet, the ground. “I think there’s a lot more to it than all of that. People are crueler than that. With absolutely no reason.” Her hand clenched and constricted. Wasn’t she the proof? “No one needs a reason to do anything...
“—So... Could it really be that you didn’t need one either…?”
A brow quirking at the other’s question, expression slowly forming into a wicked grin at the idea of causing a little havoc at the event- all in the name of art of course. Alice was hardly one to be regularly disrupting events and such, but sometimes, sometimes she just enjoyed seeing a little bit of chaos here and there, just to see how people reacted so she had something to write about.
“You do know how to bring out both the best and worst in me, you know that? C’mon, let’s make this event a little more interesting.”
Standing up from the grass, dusting herself off of any blades or dirt, smoothing out her skirt and making sure her satchel was resting nicely over her shoulder. Just a little prodding, nothing too major. Just enough to ruffle some fancy feathers.
Somehow, that was a satisfactory comment, definitely complimentary to her ears. The corner of Inaba’s mouth lifted in a sly smile and she rolled her shoulders back, shrugging it off, despite its nicety. She pulled herself up and started back towards the group of people, slowly. There was a bit of prior plotting to be had, after all.
“There’s a main event that is supposed to be happening today at this—thing.” Actually, besides Alice, that had been another potential highlight. “A violinist is supposed to come at about an hour’s time for an exclusive performance. I overheard my mother talking about it last night.
“But,” Inaba scoffed, looking over at a small crowd of big names—this particular group had worked to irritate her father on several instances. Maybe them? “I doubt they’re keeping proper tabs on setup. Maybe something like… notice of a false cancelation will help them get into gear…?”
She looked over at Alice with a small smile, wondering if her proposal was the right mix of tame and aggravating.
amarephiltra:
[text] It’s hard to tell through text if that’s a statement or a threat [text] Then again I don’t think there’s anything you don’t know about [text] But anyway, care to elaborate?
to: alice from: himeko
[1/4]: It was a statement. [2/4]: I have nothing to gain by threatening you because... well, as you said. [3/4]: But, knowing everything is so lonely. [4/4]: Do you ever have... weird thoughts like that? It’s strange.
Wallet Catastrophe|| Rin & Inaba
Rin looked at the female and tilts his head. Hearing her statement about her returning brought out a good fact. “Oh. You do have a point there. My bad” he states before releasing her arm. Though he could tell that she was clearly frustrated by him while he was still pretty calm.“Thanks for bringing this back to me” he states.
However he was curious as to why the female seem to know how much money he has in his wallet. He had to check to make sure. He looks at his wallet and finds that she was right. He did only have three cents in his wallet. His eyes widen. “Hey you did look into my wallet. That’s invasion of privacy” he states with a glare. It really was a lucky guess on her part but Rin didn’t know that. The girl actually looked at his wallet before she gave it to him. Something about that really bothered him.
What an irritating human being. His thanks only worked to further grate on her nerves as he launched into another unjustified accusation. A string of curses died on her tongue before she could spit out some of the most offensive words she’d stored for slamming—and, instead, she took a deep breath, clenching a fist. “Listen, cretin—I didn’t look into your wallet. And, even if I had, it wouldn’t have been to seek out your PITIFUL three cents—it would have been to look for some kind of identification because, for all I know, I could be handing the wrong idiot the wrong wallet.”
Her smile wasn’t kind and she looked up at him under narrowed eyelids. As of right now, he should have been grateful she hadn’t sought out his identification. Like his name. And address. The things she could do-- “Do the world a favor and keep better track of your things, sir.”
Recreational Baseball || Miyuki & Inaba
Miyuki knew very well how he was riling her up. It was quite entertaining for him nonetheless He lets out a chuckle as he watches her start to raise an arm, ready to punch him and stops herself before he could. However before he could tease her about it she grabbed a baseball and swung it at him. Thankfully because of his fast reflexes he was able to dodge it. His eyes widen at her before he straight up looks angrily at her.
“What the hell? Do you know how dangerous that is? You could have knocked me out, idiot!” he shout at her. He knew very well how much damage a baseball could do if it was thrown a person who wasn’t wearing a helmet. This was no joke.
“If you seriously aren’t going to take this game seriously then I’ll tell the teacher to sit your ass out. Geez. This may be for fun but throwing baseballs at people are no joke. They really hurt people” he was being serious because it happened before. He saw a kid get knocked out with a ball during a practice game during his first year. That memory still haunts him. It was not pretty.
Miyuki grabs the baseball and clenches it in his hands before continuing to look angrily at her. “Maybe I shouldn’t have picked you if you can’t play right” he states harshly.
Hm. So, this was what it took to get his panties in a bunch? The thought threatened to ghost over Inaba’s expression with a smile, but she remained impassive, breathing out the very slight exhilaration from tossing the ball out at him.
“One would think that such an esteemed ball player would have enough experience to dodge something like that. And, you did! But with all of that fear, you’ll lose your followers, Miyuki.” He had a point. There were injuries to be had from something like that—but, at the same time, she felt even more put off by his whiny attitude. Boys.
“I’m not sorry that I’m not helping amuse you. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” She snatched a glove from the equipment baskets by the gate, turning a cold shoulder and heading out to the field. “Quit your griping and let’s get this over with.”
“Great. I’ll make a dango especially for you, Himeko. And getting information is a great idea. There is plenty to report about the festival. And nope. I’ll definitely have a few breaks. There are three people helping out with the booth so we’ll all be able to swift shifts and such. Why do you ask, Himeko? Planning on stealing me away?” she jokes before she giggles.
“There’s—there’s no need for any of that!” And Inaba had started to think that she was becoming impervious to Hiradaira-senpai’s teasing. What a cruel reality. “Any dango will do just fine!—“ But it wasn’t as though there was any other reason she’d have asked… “Well… Only if you have free time, Senpai. I wouldn’t want to impose. Like I said, there’s work I should complete as well…”
Flipping a coin was purely luck based and not anything she could reliably use to lead her in the right direction. It was jarring, really – she’d always been so firm in her disbelief of men and the notions of attraction, but it had her in a choke hold and she was surprised to find that she didn’t want to break free, not really.
Maka huffed and clenched the hem of her skirt between tense fingers. Why couldn’t things be simple?
“Not all men,” she snorted. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Maka still seemed upset and, at this point, Inaba was unsure if she’d done more harm than good or vice versa. Which made it difficult to decide on which route to continue on—if there was even a path left to pave.
“—Then, are you going to do anything about it? Clearly, you have a lot of feelings on the matter.”
Leaving it ambiguous was a tactical move, sure.
She really wanted to test her strength on the Test Your Strength Hammer—but the possibility of public humiliation keeps her there, staring at it, shifting her weight continuously from foot to foot.
❛Where have I been all your life?❜
But now, Inaba sort of kind of wishes she’dkept her mouth closed. “In the magazines. Where you should havestayed.”
❛How can I be so perfect without breaking a sweat?❜
“Let’s break something elseof yours and maybe we can find out.”
❛ because who doesn't love ME? ❜ -—- cocky/self-absorbed sentence starters
❛I love myself almost as much as you do.❜
❛How can I be so perfect without breaking a sweat?❜
❛You’re just really lucky to know me, you know that?❜
❛You’re so adorable when you forget that I’m drowning in cash money and self-satisfaction.❜
❛Yeah, I know I’m gorgeous. Now tell me something I don’t know.❜
❛Where have I been all your life?❜
❛In a perfect world, everything would begin and end with me.❜
❛I’m so glad to see you! Now you can go get me a cappuccino.❜
❛If there’s anything more important than my ego around here, I want it caught and shot now.❜
❛I’m always thinking about myself, and I expect everybody else to do the same. That’s what’s called sympathy.❜
❛You should be thinking about others. In fact, you should be thinking about me.❜
❛See my crown? I am king, and I love the endless worshipping.❜
❛It’s almost scary how good I look in this.❜
❛Woah there, don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful!❜
❛If you’re going to hate yourself this much, you should at least start worshipping me to make up for it.❜
❛My father used to say to me, ‘it’s not all about you.’ I told him I was working on it.❜
❛I NEED ATTENTION TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY!!!❜
❛Hey, quit fooling around! We’ve got more important things to focus on. By which I mean me. Let’s just all pay attention to me.❜
Writing was always a lot of work, but Alice saw it as a labor of love. She would be lost to her dreams otherwise; there had to be something to anchor her to reality and keep her sanity, so sharing what she saw through her writing seemed like the best idea. She couldn’t have stayed a child forever, having tea parties with stuffed animals or bothering Lorina to play a game, she had to grow up and she would at least try to do it in her own way.
“Not really. It’s all exaggerations of things I notice in other people. Some characters are practically personifications of certain personality traits. I think maybe my life is so dull that this is how I make it interesting.”
Laughing slightly as she took the pages back, placing them into their folder and back into her satchel before her gaze returned to the event playing out before them as the question echoed in her thoughts, the young woman trying to form an answer.
“Well, a little. Though again I tend to twist and exaggerate them. But some of these people I could see being followers of the Queen, falling in line to her beauty, doing as she commanded to make themselves look better. My stories aren’t such a far stretch from this community when you look into them.”
The debate of whether or not symbolism was meant to be present in the works of the dead authors they were made to study was often brought up by Inaba’s classmates—her unvoiced conclusion being that they must have meant for something to be taken from their writings being drowned out as the least popular conclusion, if only to leave room for complaints about the workload these authors left them, the students, in their wake.
Alice was proving her points nicely.
“Did you say you needed any help with that character study of yours?” A small smile rose to her lips, her brown eyes glistening out towards the crowd of attendees shuffling about. “If so, there’s a Queen in there somewhere, just waiting to be provoked or tantalized.
“Of course, if you keep said reactions ambiguous enough, you can still safely claim ‘this is a work of fiction: any person or events similar to this are mere coincidence’ disclaimer.”
“Yup. Definitely. I’ll be manning the dango booth with a few friends of mind. How about you, Himeko? You’ll be there right”
Well, if Chisaki was going… Inaba sighed. “The dango booth, huh? --I think I’ll stop by, then. Part of me just wants to stay home and wait for a new update release, but—I guess there’s no harm in getting information for the paper either. Are you going to be working there all night, Senpai?”
x3chisaki
She’d been wondering—“Hiradaira-senpai.” Her standard greeting, she was half sure Chisaki would be used to it. “Are you going to be attending the festival?”
Send ‘❁’ and my muse will offer yours a flower
| last, but not least, short starter call for Inaba! |
