still human

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hit rock bottom [ open ]

Listless gaze perused the streets to either side, legs treading with great difficulty as untimely side effects seeped through. Movements were sluggish as a hand stabilized the weary form by means of the siding of a building, fingers clenching as footsteps came to deciding halt. Black strands laid limp over obscured onyx, lips smacking as if a dehydrated fool in the desert.

“Ah … I could really use a smoke ……… “

Unfortunate circumstances had once more played their hand against the vice chief, flashes of violence endured when body had been returned all those days ago. All woman truly were beasts, men stood no chance against such a tyrannical rule should ire be induced as cerulean hues and golden hair were sure proof of such. Wounds inflicted were a daily occurrence for the man and thus of no real consequence other than time necessary to recover a battered pride, added insult to injury made aware when pockets contained not a trace of beloved cancerous sticks.

Withdraw had never been a pleasant experience for any victim subjected to it, reminiscent of hell itself. The prospect of suffering such trying conditions were far from enticing for the vice chief. The memory of slimy balls and intact virginity pushed Hijikata forward in search of sighting a single cigarette to avoid yet another impromptu journey to space.

It’d been weeks of little sleep, of plaguing migraines during this plight with no end in sight.

Hand rubbing at a throbbing temple in vain, feet once more began the tireless path down the sidewalk. Was there a ban on smoking that he had not been aware of? It was the only option that could be considered by an ever growing chagrin. Why was it that people thought it fit to punish him like this, a just officer of the law! A thorough thrashing so graphic censor bars concealing their whole body would be necessary was the future he had set in stone for such bastards, followed by a swift sepukku.

Enforcing the law to a standard as high as that required a clear mind and strength brought about only by blessed nicotine; he needed to find some, and quick. Staggering feet led a hunched figure over to the nearest bystander, hand latching into their shirt with strained expression as he finally conceded to the fact he couldn’t find some alone.

“— Hey man, do a brother a favor and help me find a cigarette.”

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A beatific smile was plastered on his face instead of that unpleasant gas mask he wore, Clear freeing himself of all restraints on this very day. Even if he could find the extra baggage to keep with him at all times, the gas mask was no longer necessary, not for hiding behind the bulky goggles he saw the world through and most of all not as an object of reassurance that the people on campus would not judge him. Who cares what Grandpa says! He certainly was not here nor anywhere anymore, long passing into the afterlife when Clear was left on his own to fend for himself in the streets. 

A reflection of himself casted through a thick mirror in his dorm, he was still uncertain if he seemed just as human-looking as he had pursued to be. Leaving his regrets behind, as well as the gas mask on his bed beside freshly washed and folded clothes, Clear entered the fresh air of the Tancho premises. Precarious, the android dreamily wandered aimlessly about the school grounds all on his own, rose-colored eyes darting anxiously about. 

"So far, so good," Clear spoke reassuringly to himself, a clumsy stride in his step could not have made his incompetence any more obvious. Still, even though there was no rain in today's weather forecast, the snow-haired male insisted to still carry his favorite accessory: a transparent umbrella. So much for encouragement. Just when Clear was about to open his mouth to begin singing a comforting song aloud, a more unpleasant noise escaped at the very second a firm hand took hold of his shirt tail. That is, the senior at Tancho would have let out a girly little shriek if he had not gnashed his teeth together to prevent the sound that demanded release. Well, now his jaw certainly hurt like hell. 

"Y-Y-Yes?" the android slowly turned his head toward the voice that directed his attention, a faint smile being left of what glee he held dear. In actuality, being grabbed like that scared the bejeezus out of him, but he certainly could not be scared after all he put himself through today. 

“— Hey man, do a brother a favor and help me find a cigarette.”

Cigarette? Processing... processing... bingo! 

"Ooooh! So, you're a smoker, yes? In dire need for nicotine? Something to puff? Cigarette? Yes, of course!" Who knew needing a cigarette would turn humans into desperate savages? It was strange, indeed, and certainly Clear was always willing to help absolutely anyone at any given time. What exactly would he be getting himself into, though?

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[jellyshits-blog]

☂ under my umbrella

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“is…master…?”

while he was the young master at home and to his servants, he didn’t think that was necessary between friends. how would he convince clear that he wasn’t, sugata wondered. the only people who he felt should call him master was those who did know him. it was unnerving and rather strange. the last thing he wanted was to make this seem it was okay for clear to do. not because sugata didn’t like it, not that he particularly cared about it either, but he didn’t want to mislead him into thinking that.

“it’s alright, honestly. please, sugata is just fine.”

after some time, the rain let up and the once grey clouds began to shift away, opening blue patches up in the sky. feeling that it was safe, sugata closed the umbrella and handed it to clear with a gentle smile.

“that was quite enjoyable, thank you. let’s keep in contact, ne?” little did sugata know that he would always keep in contact with clear in the future. an inevitable fact that he did not know yet himself. he took out a piece of paper with his information: his dorm and his cell number.

“would you still like some snacks? we could eat them indoors if you’d like.” 

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"But, Mas-!" Clear cut himself off when the dubbed name for the other was about to slip passed him once again. As much he truly wanted to call this person so, it couldn't be helped if it seemed awfully rude and inconsiderate to go against his wishes to still be called by his own name; 'Master' sounded correct, but 'Sugata' was a roll off of the tongue. Actually, it was very nice. If Clear could only get used to it, he wouldn't trouble him so much with such petty things.

"S-Sugata..." the gas mask's voice was a tad bit meek, shrinking in just a little when his childishness still ached to have it his way. It really couldn't be helped; Clear felt a little bashful because of it. 

Now, as the rain was reduced to a few droplets on occasion, Sugata now found it safe to come out from underneath Clear's transparent umbrella, a warm smile grasping him and tugging him out of the mental rut he dug himself into. He took the folded umbrella, grasping it gently with both hands.

"You're leaving?" Clear asked, a fraction of disappointment in his voice. Not a minute later, Sugata handed the gas mask a scrap of paper, personal information with a series of numbers at the top and a dorm letter and number underneath. If his face was visible, confusion could be seen, but Clear merely kept quiet, his body once in a slouch straightening when receiving the invitation to return with Sugata to his own dorm room. "Snacks... Oh! Uh, I'm not hungry but it'd sure be swell to join you anyway!" Wouldn't his roommates mind..? 

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Make way for the Coffee Aficionado~ (Intro Rp/Open Rp)

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Godot chuckled lowly and then situated himself on a comfortable looking chair that was near a table in the faculty room. He sighed and he leaned back on it.

He was quite disappointed that the coffee was garbage; not to mention that he didn’t bring any of his own special blends either. Oh well, he would have to deal with it. He stared at the other man and a smirk graced his face.

“Are you a teacher here?” He might as well start up a conversation, right?

[jellyshits-blog]

The both of them appearing quite relaxed even with a couple curiously wandering eyes passing through the hallway and the scene the other had just committed not just a minute or to ago. Clear gave it a quick thought that perhaps this person was a tad dangerous, but as long as the both of them were calm and collected, it shouldn't pose as a problem.... right?

"T-teacher?" Clear stumbled in his words a little again, remaining absolutely still now. "N-not I, nope!"

Did he really not look like a student? He WAS wearing the proper uniform, but he still kept his scarf and gas mask as somewhat of a minor violation to the academy's dress code. Surprisingly, he had yet gotten himself into any trouble at all.

[senboy-blog]

Sentarou raised his eyebrows. So they shared some things, at least, what with the taking naps during class statement. Sentarou always found it hard to nap whilst a teacher squawked around up front, however. Hence his choosing the roof most of the time.

Choir, huh? Sen could work with that. He wondered if they were gonna be singin’ any jazz… yeah, he had choir on his schedule too, because it reminded him of church and what-not and Sentarou kinda missed attending church and singing there. “You like music, then?” he asked, sort of somewhat interested, by now. Music was his favorite topic; he was glad that someone else brought it up this time, and not him. Actually, this guy was pretty childish. Sort of like a kid waiting to be entertained. And Sen did like entertaining kids. So maybe this could work out.

He leaned back a bit. His lips turned up at the end, a small smile showing itself. Yeah, this wasn’t so bad, maybe. Not like he’d expected friendship upon coming up to the school’s rooftop, but if he made away with it, then so it should be. After all, when he’d bet Richie it had been unexpected too. Sometimes the unexpected things were the best of all.

[jellyshits-blog]

An eager nod followed Sentarou's question to Clear, music truly being something the gas mask truly grew fond over as time came and went. Choir engrossed him when he had even first heard of the word, a group of singers carrying a tune simultaneously or not depending on a criteria of a voice's pitch. The white-haired male never heard of something so wonderfully curious in his entire life, and it sounded like great fun! Just thinking about it put a wider grin on Clear's face behind that dark mask, paining his cheeks and jaw just a fraction more.

"Oh, yes, I adore music!" and to kick off his enthusiasm for the topic, Clear tilted his chin up when he began to hum contentedly and rocked from side to side on his buttocks when the both of them sat on the roof under the sun. 

"Lalala~♪" Expecting friendship or not, Clear wasn't very hard to please whatsoever. As long as someone showed a decent amount of kindness or entertainment for him, he was perfectly happy with absolutely anything.

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ a real boy! /b.s.e./

Flesh and bone. A riveting pulse beating like a steady drum in his chest and ears, a heart beating, no less. Supple, warm skin that stung when pinching his own cheeks at the very moment Clear awoke this fateful morning before class. In fact, he wasn’t even in his own room! Examining closely at the vessel he remained trapped in, he momentarily thought he was looking straight at the very person he met that one rainy day on campus, the very person oddly deemed as “Master” for a brief moment in time. Clear could yet make sense of the sensation he’d felt meeting this very person that day, but now wasn’t the time to relish on it! Perhaps if he were to return to his actual body, then he would have to search for it himself! This would turn out to be one hell of a scavenger hunt….

Well, being the unusual person he actually was, perhaps picking himself from a crowd wouldn’t prove to be such a troublesome task, but in contrast, there was a very good possibility that whoever awoke with his body today would be a curious classmate of his that would even dare to unveil the secret he so delicately kept to himself. That is, his true identity. Would it be a super-awesome-super-popular-yet-super-powerful-incognito-super-hero that would be released from within the very shell he wore?!?!

Nope… Clear wasn’t possibly that cool even as foolish as it sounded. However, the hunt of finding the person in his body would mean having to make that certain individual swear on his very soul to never, ever, N E V E R tell a single person what Clear actually was. Just as Grandpa had told him years ago, blending in with everyone else would prove an eventful life far away from his true purpose when he was created, a life all on his own to meet the best of the best out there in the world just to make living all the more worth while.

In the meantime, while the fool made all sort of uncool facial expressions when he was just making his way onto campus grounds, Clear stopped mid-step to fully absorb the situation he was in. For one thing, his newly-found companion’s eyesight was pretty bloody terrible compared to his own glossy, 20/20 vision. Oh! Luckily, he grabbed just about anything in Sugata’s dorm room that seemed important, including a curious pair of glasses that looked oddly-fashionable… well, time to fix the problem by simply well… putting them on. Duh! Slipping the frames up the bridge of his nose to rest comfortably over his eyes, it was as if God’s hand itself slapped him across the face.

“Oh! That’s so much better!” Clear openly proclaimed enthusiastically even with gossiping passerby staring. “Aha! I KNEW these looked cool!” In a voice that wasn’t quite his own, the fool in the intelligent-looking body laughed in absolute delight, twirling on his heel, but a slightly weaker build proved the silly maneuver a little more challenging, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself before stumbling and landing on his bottom. Oopsy-daisy! However, Clear managed to still make himself laugh, infinitely entertaining himself with his own stupidity as always. Poor Sugata… if he kept a prestigiously-professional reputation at the school, it may as well be ruining with this idiot’s shenanigans. 

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After the matter || {Closed}

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Shion straightened up, brushing himself off as looked at the other, smiling a bit at his excited reaction. It was a bit surprising over a quick greeting but Shion wasn’t bothered. The teacher shook his head at the teen’s questioning offering him a reassuring smile. “I’m alright, all things considered.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. He had been doing okay since the whole ordeal minus the insomnia. But Shion wasn’t sure if the two things were related.

“How about you, Clear? Are you alright? Is your shoulder alright? There were no side effects?”

Shion listed off his questions in one breath, a habit he’d gotten into when worried.When the two had more or less first met it was while one of the monsters invading the school was gnawing on the other’s shoulder.

[jellyshits-blog]

While the both of them had stepped off to the side out of the moving traffic in the hallway, Clear was glad to see that Shion appeared to be doing a little better compared to what he endured during that terrible attack. He looked as if he was managing quite well with him having to defend himself from being torn to shreds and all. Actually, it was just the matter of not being bitten to not have to deal with becoming one of those blood-thirsty creatures. Sure, Clear was in a bind when the teacher had spotted him, having his shoulder gnawed on with inhuman strength, but all was well. He managed to escape the grapple of the undead without a flesh wound and only a huge hole in his jacket at his left shoulder.

"Oh, not at all! That guy barely had any teeth to chew with, so my shoulder's completely unharmed." 

Weirdly, the lie seemed probable, but teeth or no teeth, Clear shouldn't have made it out of that alive completely unscathed.

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ a real boy! /b.s.e./

Flesh and bone. A riveting pulse beating like a steady drum in his chest and ears, a heart beating, no less. Supple, warm skin that stung when pinching his own cheeks at the very moment Clear awoke this fateful morning before class. In fact, he wasn't even in his own room! Examining closely at the vessel he remained trapped in, he momentarily thought he was looking straight at the very person he met that one rainy day on campus, the very person oddly deemed as "Master" for a brief moment in time. Clear could yet make sense of the sensation he'd felt meeting this very person that day, but now wasn't the time to relish on it! Perhaps if he were to return to his actual body, then he would have to search for it himself! This would turn out to be one hell of a scavenger hunt....

Well, being the unusual person he actually was, perhaps picking himself from a crowd wouldn't prove to be such a troublesome task, but in contrast, there was a very good possibility that whoever awoke with his body today would be a curious classmate of his that would even dare to unveil the secret he so delicately kept to himself. That is, his true identity. Would it be a super-awesome-super-popular-yet-super-powerful-incognito-super-hero that would be released from within the very shell he wore?!?!

Nope... Clear wasn't possibly that cool even as foolish as it sounded. However, the hunt of finding the person in his body would mean having to make that certain individual swear on his very soul to never, ever, N E V E R tell a single person what Clear actually was. Just as Grandpa had told him years ago, blending in with everyone else would prove an eventful life far away from his true purpose when he was created, a life all on his own to meet the best of the best out there in the world just to make living all the more worth while.

In the meantime, while the fool made all sort of uncool facial expressions when he was just making his way onto campus grounds, Clear stopped mid-step to fully absorb the situation he was in. For one thing, his newly-found companion's eyesight was pretty bloody terrible compared to his own glossy, 20/20 vision. Oh! Luckily, he grabbed just about anything in Sugata's dorm room that seemed important, including a curious pair of glasses that looked oddly-fashionable... well, time to fix the problem by simply well... putting them on. Duh! Slipping the frames up the bridge of his nose to rest comfortably over his eyes, it was as if God's hand itself slapped him across the face.

"Oh! That's so much better!" Clear openly proclaimed enthusiastically even with gossiping passerby staring. "Aha! I KNEW these looked cool!" In a voice that wasn't quite his own, the fool in the intelligent-looking body laughed in absolute delight, twirling on his heel, but a slightly weaker build proved the silly maneuver a little more challenging, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself before stumbling and landing on his bottom. Oopsy-daisy! However, Clear managed to still make himself laugh, infinitely entertaining himself with his own stupidity as always. Poor Sugata... if he kept a prestigiously-professional reputation at the school, it may as well be ruining with this idiot's shenanigans. 

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ under my umbrella

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their walk together continued and just to be up and around while listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting against the clear umbrella. his thoughts were pleasant, if nothing at all. it was as if time now was nothing more than accompanying his new companion around the campus grounds in a transparent umbrella. did that mean anything? who knew. it was far too relaxing to bother questioning if this meant anything or not.

“You would join Clear in the rain?”

oh, he hadn’t meant it quite like that. a soft chuckle escapes him and he has to, unfortunately, politely refuse. “forgive me clear, but my body is rather sickly. i can’t really risk getting colds or fevers because of it. i do, however, enjoy walking with you just under this umbrella. it’s been a while since i’ve been able to go out and enjoy the rain as it was raining.”

the cerulean haired boy caught every stutter and couldn’t help but smile to himself. what an interesting companion he had. however, the moment he was called master, sugata paused a little. 

“master…?”

he wondered if that’s how clear addressed anyone or if the other even knew that he referred to himself in third person. who was he? where had he come from? these question formed in the back of his mind but instead of voicing them, he only shook his head a second time. the title, although nostalgic, wouldn’t work here anymore. 

“it’s alright clear, you can just call me sugata. master is far too formal for budding friends, wouldn’t you agree? but yes, i am quite happy to accompany you here. it’s a nice change of pace than what i’m used to, certainly.” 

[jellyshits-blog]

It appeared that entertaining those around him was something Clear did exponentially without his realization; actually, it was merely his personality, which was something he as an individual still treasured the most instead of walking among others with invisible strings attached, monopolizing every action he made. He was childish and curious, but most of all, very odd, that somehow made others laugh or chuckle at every gesture or move he carried out to express himself. It was if he truly didn't know better for someone with his appearance. 

In the end, Clear was somehow enjoying his time under the umbrella with someone completely new to him even though Sugata just revealed to him just how frail his health actually was. In Clear's mind, the thought of someone falling so far into sickness that it greatly threatened their life began to terrify the gas mask, eyes widening beneath that extra layer strapped to his face and an audible gasp of breath made through the vents. However, on the contrary, Sugata insisted that he certainly didn't mind accompanying the white-haired male in the rain just as long as they remained underneath the umbrella and out of the rain itself.

"I see." Of course! That actually made sense, didn't it? And to think he might not have another chance to enjoy something like this with someone again.

"Formal...?" Clear inquired with a curious tilt of his head. "But Sugata IS Master after all!" Clear sure says a lot of things that don't entirely make sense, but in his mind, who knows? It just felt right to deem Sugata with such a title that there was absolutely no possible way that Clear would change his mind. At all.

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After the matter || {Closed}

Shion stared up at the darkening sky from the bench he was on. Seemed unfair how peaceful things had become after not even a week ago things were falling apart. But his mind was no longer on the event when he thought about the awful things that had happened. No they had wandered further back. Into another city where he’d made a similar decision. He made the choice to kill with out a second thought. Seemed stupid to think of it now. It’d been four years. And even the more recent events had been more than a week ago. He sighed. Time to move on.

The white haired man got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and stepping carefully back onto the path. If anything he should head back to school. Or back to the dorms at least. The curfew wasn’t for at least a few hours and maybe he could get something done. Grading, lesson plans, reading. Just something to kill the time before he attempted sleep.

The teacher walked back towards the school, hands in his jeans pockets. Students littered the grounds, talking and yelling. But he could hardly hear it. Shion had already checked out, to absorbed in each step and the silence in his mind. But the consequence of this shut down was the lack of attention. And soon he was almost tripping over another student.

Managing to catch himself before he fell, Shion looked around, eyes falling on a farmiliar head of white hair that matched his own.

“Clear?”

[jellyshits-blog]

The usual hum of an overly-occupied hallway filled Clear's ears once again. A glance here and there, some students wore bandages and braces, even casts, where the injured from the previous crisis that took place walked among others once again. Some faces which had been distorted by rotting flesh and freshly consumed blood and gore had been restored to their natural, typical selves. What confused him the most was that everyone seemed perfectly capable of casually carrying on with their lives as if almost nothing had happened at all, being able to smile, frown or even laugh when they joked around. Was this how people usually adapted to such grand casualties? Pretended like such a thing hadn't occurred in the first place? 

Luckily for Clear, he managed to escape what seemed like certain doom with only a ripped uniform shirt and losing track where he had left his gas mask. When he had returned to his classroom where it all began, it was nowhere to be found. At first, the white-haired male was reluctant to even attend class in the first place, but he managed to muster up the courage to not be absent in spite of going against what Grandpa had told him, carrying on with the day as he usual would. However, it was odd to see that his peers took more interest in him without a gas mask to hide behind, being told that he should have taken it off in the first place. Even after school had let out, Clear was still uncertain why being without his gas mask appeared to have made him more popular with his classmates. 

Just as he was about to head to the boy's restroom to take a gander at a mirror above the sink, a familiar voice picked him out from the crowd of students in which he immediately turned in the very direction it was coming from. With such a determined goal replaying in his mind for the past minute or so walking aimlessly down the hallway, Clear managed to not even notice nearly tripping the very person he met on the day of that terrible incident. 

"Oh, it's you!" Clear said, his rosy-colored eyes glimmering with a hint of liveliness. 

"S-Shion! You're... doing okay, right?" Among the other students, Clear took note that Shion was not in a uniform. A teacher, perhaps? For someone who was shorter than Clear, he didn't seem to quite fit the part entirely.

[senboy-blog]

This guy was pretty funny. He couldn’t help but laugh a little. He did just that, chuckling to himself and looking earnestly at Clear. “Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. How bad could you really be, y’know?” But something like wearing a gas mask all the time wasn’t something you gained so easily. Maybe he was really anxious or somethin’, with some sort of disorder, and Sen wouldn’t mess with that. He couldn’t, really, because there were just some things that you didn’t mess with.

In any case, Sen most definitely agreed about classes. He really was not a fan. Most of all he disliked being cooped up for so long. He was fine going pretty much anywhere, but he’d chosen the roof this time because it reminded him of back home, and yeah.

“Classes aren’t that good,” Sen put in. It must look pretty stupid for him to be there at some elite school and be cuttin’ class, but really he’d gone to Tancho because Richie’d been all, ‘It’ll be a good experience! You’ll make friends and learn great stuff, and be able to help out at home!’ and he hadn’t really been convinced, but he’d sorta gone for Richie’s sake. It felt stupid to him, now, but at least there were others who were misplaced as well. “Can’t wait for gym, though, y’know?” Gym was a good time. You could hang out outside and play whatever sport and be competitive and while Sen wasn’t the best at some sports, he loved runnin’ and loved being in fresh air and all that. “What about you? Got any classes you actually like?” To tell the truth, the kid looked like he wouldn’t even be in a school like this in the first place but hey, to each his own, Sen supposed.

[jellyshits-blog]

Wearing a gas mask twenty-four-seven somehow managed to make Clear appear to be the mischievous type, or so it seemed. In fact, the guy was actually quite childish and naive for his appearance, cherishing what little company he had every now and then when he could simply put his heart at ease. The excitement of being in school with other people surged through his entire body, boundless energy that was capable of getting him into trouble for all the wrong reasons. If only he could convince others that he meant no harm, Clear wouldn't get such harsh treatment by others when he himself did nothing wrong. Was he being bullied? Not exactly, but there was a possibility of it occurring with a few run-in experiences on the streets back at home. 

"Classes can be fun, too!" Clear claimed, hands in his lap while he sat Indian-style and eagerly leaned in the general direction of Sentaro. "Teachers who talk too much put me to sleep, though, but the naps are always great!" Hard to believe, but this guy was pretty serious about his naps in class. Occasionally, a teacher would walk right up to his desk, take whatever was in their hands or nearby and smash Clear right over the head! It was dreadful. Others tended to leave him be on several occasions, but at least he was well rested by the time the bell rang.

"I don't have Gym... is it fun? I think Choir is fun!"Oh, but the class Clear couldn't wait to attend was Choir. As much as he loved to sing to himself, the white-haired male treasured learning even more about his most favorite pass time.

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ under my umbrella

[samekhisking-deactivated2012072]

“oh, is that so?” it was strange to want to enjoy the rain despite all it’s beauty. it was often a calming sight that allowed even the most tempered of people to instantly be at ease. sugata preferred to enjoy the beauty of the rain indoors where he was safe but perhaps clear had a point. maybe it was better to enjoy it outdoors, when it was raining, than to admire it’s beauty from afar. “well i suppose these snacks will have to wait. i believe i can join you out here in the rain a little longer.”

so he did and he continued to hold the umbrella up, following clear wherever he wanted to go as the rain continued. it wasn’t that bad and since the umbrella itself was clear, it was even more fun to look up and watch the rain.

“ah, i have yet to introduce myself. i’m sugata. i should’ve paid more attention to the rain. it’s quite mesmerizing.”

[jellyshits-blog]

Freshly dampened grass and crisp humidity made the leisurely walk around the campus with this totally new face beside him all the more wonderful. Never before had Clear been given the opportunity to even enjoy something he relished the most with newly-found company. As always, people preferred to remain indoors while it was raining to avoid getting their skin and clothes wet and being wary of the potential danger of lightning electrocuting them on the very spot. Then again, when the rain just felt so good in the mid-summer day, the opportunity to enjoy it simply couldn't wait another second. 

"You would join Clear in the rain?" the gas mask questioned, a gloved index finger pointing in the direction of the other male, indicating just how baffled he truly was by the offer. Snacks? Who needed 'em when you could have rain! ...At least that's what Clear would like to think for himself. When the both of them continued their trip around campus in the light showers, the white-haired male simply couldn't bring himself to properly utter his happiness and gratitude, occasionally giving small hints of trying to speak with an extensive 'Ah' or 'Uh' before immediately cutting himself off. What was this? A lump in his throat that didn't permit sound to leave him? The gas mask struggled even more with this dilemma he was facing; that is, until his partner holding the umbrella spoke again.

"Aha-! Oh, uh... N-nice to meet you!" What is the matter with you?! "Clear is Clear! If you didn't guess already, I'm very glad to have Master join me in the rain!" Oh dear. Instead of providing the one named Sugata with the name he had given in his introduction, Clear had apparently decided furthermore to refer to this total stranger as... Master? 

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ under my umbrella

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relatively speaking, the morning was only covered with grey clouds but it wasn’t anything that alarmed sugata. however, being on the mainland instead of the island made it a little harder to predict the weather or how it even worked. he figured that it would be a good time to buy some snacks as well as some things to make the dorm he shared with 3 others more comfortable so he made his way towards the supermarket not too far from the school grounds. he spotted locals and other students shopping but noted how they all had an umbrella.

was it going to rain?

the moment he questioned, the skies outside darkened and rain began to pour. just his luck. he only had enough money for what he needed and an umbrella would have to wait. he paid for his items and tried to stay under tarps of buildings, trying to keep dry as much as possible. the road eventually lead to the sidewalk where there was nothing but sky and back to the academy. 

he tied his bags and hoped to keep them dry enough before arriving back to the academy. within that moment, he spotted an individual who wore a gas mask not too far from where he stood. they stared at one another (or at least that’s what he thought the other was doing through his mask) and soon enough, that individual came rushing over. oh, how thoughtful.

“ah, thank you but really, it’d be easier if we shared, ne?”

sugata then held the umbrella over the both of them, keeping them both dry as he turned to thank his new companion. “are you headed back to the dorms? i have some snacks if you were interested in eating.” 

[jellyshits-blog]

Just now, the act of waltzing his way over to the individual without an umbrella felt like the sudden impulse it truly was. This person appeared intelligent, attentive and refined, smiling at Clear when he took this umbrella to hold himself like it was nothing. Well, this certainly was one of the most friendly people the gas mask had ever met! He never received this gesture of kindness before back where he was originally from; Clear still didn't understand why, even now. 

What you put out is what you get back.

Those words echoed in his mind, feeling awfully glad he took the advice when he did and could see how the words actually could play out. However, this was one of the first successful attempts and he surely didn't regret it this time. Keeping both of them dry now and offering something he had for himself? Wow!

"I planned to enjoy the rain while it still felt so great to be outside, but going back to the dorms sounds... pretty great, too!" Even with that surprised expression that all gas masks wore with those big, glassy eyes and rounded vents for breathing at his mouth, it fit the part for this moment with the evident glee that could be heard in Clear's voice. 

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ under my umbrella

Of all things, it was raining. For once, the use of a transparent umbrella that was constantly held and open every moment of the day (except indoors, of course) proved to be of normal, logical purpose for this very day especially. That is, Clear did not mind the rain one bit, not even a quarter of a fraction no more. He loved rain, droplets of water that mysteriously fell from the sky above to the ground below and covered every inch of it as far as it was permitted to reach. In essence, rain could be light and friendly, moderate and enjoyable or dastardly and dangerous all at once. It mattered not of what mood the weather was in today; this weirdo absolutely adored the rain.

He extended his arm out from under the shelter of the umbrella, fingertips curled up to the heavens while droplets of rain made both tiny and moderate-sized dots that darkened his gloves to a slightly different shade than the white fabric, the cool moisture appealing to Clear in an intimate way in which he appreciated nature at this point in time while it occasionally occurred one day to the next. This was one change in pace that Clear needed out of the drawl of an after school schedule. Walk aimlessly, nothing new nor special in any shape or form. Rain was the moment of peace and harmony he needed without there being the consequence of obnoxious downpours or dreadful lightning strikes that could prove fatal. As long as Clear had his umbrella, the afternoon to behold was just that much better now that he could experience the rain firsthand without the school policy keeping him indoors. 

That song again! I can feel it just like old times all over again!

Clear thought of home, wherever that may reside now, thinking of his precious Jellyfish Song and just how much the rain rejuvenated him to sing that silly old song again. Tilting his head toward the sky, the white haired male begin to open his mouth to allow the song to escape until an abrupt sound that rang in his ears stopped all sound from making its first tune. Another pair of feet shifted in the concrete that was now moist from the rain and it nearly startled every bit of Clear in which he briefly jerked his shoulders upward, immediately turning in the very direction of the sound. 

"Wha...!" Through the lenses of the gas mask he still insisted to wear even during this rainy day, he spotted another individual but one who wasn't so fortunate to have an umbrella to cover his head with very much ease. He wasn't exactly soaked to the bone with the light showers and instead had other means to cover his head. However, Clear wanted to be of some use with so much room he had under that umbrella he kept handy. So, after a brief moment of staring, Clear hurried right over to the other, an indigo-haired, younger male, and casually offered his umbrella without a second thought, allowing the small droplets to now dampen his ivory hair and the black rubber of his gas mask.

[coffeeaficionado-deactivated201]

Make way for the Coffee Aficionado~ (Intro Rp/Open Rp)

[coffeeaficionado-deactivated201]

Godot paid no mind to the person who witnessed the mess he had just made with the coffee and the cup. It wasn’t like he was going to leave it like that anyway. He found a rag nearby and began to clean up the liquid. He then picked up all the shattered pieces and threw them in the trash can. After that, he washed his hands and his eyes fell on the bystander watching him.

“Ha…! At least you can’t say that he didn’t clean up his own mess.”

[jellyshits-blog]

Whoa...

Clear stared at yet another mask-wearer, white hair just as vivid as his own but the other man's complexion wasn't quite as fair as his behind the gas mask he still decided to sport. It was to his relief that the guy could clean up after himself after all, but randomly deciding to throw coffee at the wall like that was still pretty worrisome. 

"G-guess not," said Clear sheepishly, bringing his hands up and clasping them together behind his head for a more laid-back appearance. "Ahahaha..."

[senboy-blog]

Weird. Very weird. Sentarou raised his eyebrows up high, looking the kid over. Yeah, this guy was definitely one of the strangest people he’d come across yet. He leaned back against the guard rail, facing him, and tilted his head.

“So you’re wearin’ that thing because you’re self-conscious?” Man, that was dumb. “People are just gonna look at you harder if you’ve got it on, dumbass.” Besides, what could be so bad about his face? Sentarou himself had a few bad scars, but he managed to go around just fine. Though Sachiko was always tellin’ him to take everyone’s perspective into account. He shut his mouth. He sighed. “Besides, who’s gonna be lookin’ at you while you’re sleepin’?” Surely he hadn’t lived in a house as tiny as Sentarou had, with brothers and sisters covering every inch of the floor. But then again, they were at a school now, so there were roommates at stuff. Sen wondered if he had some weird medical condition or somethin’.

Anyway, wearing a gas mask because you didn’t like your face seemed counterproductive. Sen leaned back and stared up at the sky. Yep, nice and blue, not a cloud in sight. How could teachers expect him to be caught up in school all durin’ this beautiful day? Ah, wait, didn’t this kid have school too? What was he doin’ out?

“Hey, don’t you have classes or somethin’?” Though, if he was weird enough to be wearing a gas mask, then he was probably weird enough to skip out.

[jellyshits-blog]

Was there really no point in wearing the gas mask anymore? Clear had grown used to such a bulky accessory to be worn constantly on his face on a daily basis. It was suspicious and each time he tried to explain to his fellow peers at the school, it undermined his reasoning for wearing the damn thing in the first place even further. Well, at least actually breathing in the mask was not an issue at hand. So, was Clear just all in all insecure of what people may think of his appearance? It sounded awfully dangerous when he considered it.

"Look harder? So, you are saying that Clear shouldn't wear this mask anymore?" The white-haired male lowered his head after a full view of the gorgeous sky above, turning in the direction of where the other was sitting and taking in the beauty of the day as well. To allow himself to take off his gas mask, to have days where he could finally feel the heat of the bright sun on his face and on other days, occasional rain drops, the idea didn't sound so bad after all. Clear was diving much too deep into curiosity to deny the fact that he did, indeed, wanted to one day rid himself of that mask. 

"Classes..?" Oh, that's right! Clear hasn't been in class all day, and it seems like he was doing an awful good job of getting away with it, given what he still decided to wear on his face. "Classes are good, but going outside is even better!"

Talking like this with someone was something this weirdo clearly enjoyed, but preferring to be outdoors than indoors learning the curricular he most-likely needed wasn't all that great either. Perhaps if Clear was more of a "normal" student than one who did what he wanted as he saw fit, he wouldn't have such an issue of keeping still and skipping out on classes that didn't keep his interest all that much.

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ a face not meant to be eaten! /event/

[shionoflosttown-deactivated2012]

Appearance wise he’d made it through that fine. Killing someone with out a flinch. On the inside he felt like he was snapping in half. Murder. What was the count up to now? He wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to turn into something like this. Never change. But now he’d already took them down without a second thought. Still he must remain calm even if it was for the other’s sake.

Shion turned to face the other white haired male, who was now at his side as the two walked. He hadn’t caught it at first, two distracted by the act, but now he remembered the boy’s words.

“Clear?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. The teacher had heard people talk in third person once or twice but the name seemed odd.

“Clear, Is that your name?” His voice and tone was much calmer, even kind as he spoke to the other. It was odd that he’d hadn’t even gotten to the introductions- though in a situation like this it made a bit of sense. “I’m Shion.”

The man nodded again. “Yes somewhere safe. I haven’t been very far down this hall so we’ll have to see how it goes.”

[jellyshits-blog]

"Hm?" Clear turned his head in the general direction of the teacher's voice that asked him such a simple question. "My name? Why, yes it's Clear!" Without the pun intended, this was, indeed, the very name he was given such a long time ago when he formally stayed with the one he referred to as "grandpa," the sole person who gave Clear a normal life before his one purpose was to cause destruction in the city where he was from. The name suited him as well as his obsession with the one thing he sung most about: jellyfish. However, the Jellyfish Song was not appropriate right now. First, they needed to find a safe haven without all of the zombies in their way.

"Shion... You're the first person I've met with that name!" Appearing genuinely happy of the discovery, Clear's smile was gentle as well as reassuring. He couldn't quite forget the trouble he could see in the teacher's eyes. Shion had plenty on his plate to worry himself over, but with less stress and a clear mind, the male was certain they could make it out of here alive.

"Shelter... you don't suppose the dorms are safe?" While they were both outside, Clear tilted his head back to see a few puff of clouds scattered about here and there. A nice day, if he may add, given their current dilemma. He briefly wondered if it might rain soon.