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Let's make a night... You wont REMEMBER... I'll be the one... you wont FORGET...

[mentalhime]

tell 'em aye i got swagger, tm87

Sector five was her place of the day, rubbing her temples as she had gained a headache from something ever so tedious. Gloved digits placed upon the window of a shop she was peering through, body leaned forward as she scanned the items before her. It was just a small shop, all sorts of material inside but the only thing that mattered to her were the tools that were in relation to the television sets. Clicking her tongue as she took steps towards double doors, pushing them forward and the ringing of the bell alarming her entrance.

The fact she was even here was that she had lost her control somewhere, she had no idea where it had went but when checking her purse and noticing it was gone. It was bad. She felt set within a world that she didn't know of, the minds that walked past her, the people that mind their own business or gave her a sort of look. She didn't know what they meant but this was a zone that made her sick, so pushing herself forward, her hands picked up two remotes.

Looking at the length and design, she contemplated if she wanted to purchase them but getting many of them would have been the right idea, right? So that's what she did, getting a brown bag and placing around twenty remotes inside of it. She believed that it would have been enough, having some money left over (which probably wasn't enough but using her good looks helped at times like this.)

A hop in her step was her downfall, being knocked into some unknown stranger who was taking up the walking space. This had brought her to drop the bag and all the remotes that she was willing to purchase had well, fell out and slid all over the floor. How.. exciting. An annoyed thought ran through her mind as she closed her eyes, a sigh leaving from her lips.

"Ah, just my luck, huh?" Speaking mostly to herself, the female knelt down in order to start picking up her first remote.

[mentalhime]

mentalhymen

"You strike back once again.."

[mentalhime]

he☆rt of the cards

Clasping her hands together, Misaki was rather annoyed of where she was placed, in district delta? As much as she pitied (if she was even capable) the people that were stuck in desolation such as that. It was not a place that was suited for someone like her person, as regal as she seemed, it was just all together an eye closing matter. She recalled his place so much, not thinking she would have to see it again, she was better off not here and back home. Nevertheless, the female was situated at a stand within the shopping center of the fifth district. The owner having requested Misaki to watch over it  while they go to their home to do something else, the Esper only agreed so she could rest her legs.

She would practically do anything at this moment to avoid going back to that hellhole, amber optics were rolled in her irritation as she took a deep breath. Out of all people, was this suppose to happen to her? Of course not. But not everyone could have a perfect life like certain people, she knew this for a fact. As the people that walked past the vendor, it was understandable why they would, the prices were too high. If she was back home, she'd be able to afford it but alas, it was nothing that she wanted.

Various clothes which were decent priced but some were rather expensive, all sorts of jewelry and watches set out to be seen. All sorts of small dolls sat around and someone wrapped in plastic that sat in a small basket and all sorts of keychains. This was not a good look on her, not at all, but noticing a deck of cards next to her. The female ripped away the plastic that held the cards together as she began to press the face of the card onto the table, one row of three as she noticed someone walk by.

Acting as if she was blind in which she closed her eyes, "Would you like to play a game?"

The esper placed one hand in her lap where her pocketbook sat, shuffling inside of it until she felt her remote within her grasp. The hand that was visible on top of the table, "See these three cards," She tapped each one with her index finger, "..if I can guess your card well, you just wasted your time. But, if I guess wrong, you're able to win anything from this stand." This being done only to cure her boredom, she was sure that with her abilities that hearing their thoughts within their mind would make things easier for her to always state the right card. "Would you like a small challenge? ★" But she could give them the benefit of the doubt. This wasn't her stand anyway.

[costanzadere]

[costanzadere]

[herminium]

[hik0u-deactivated20151223]

[toumad-deactivated20151223]

あらあ | あいす

[hyoubu]

[accellerator]

Number Five - Shokuhou Misaki

[mentalhime]

a stranger's tea party

[murderousmorality]

"Oh? Really? I’m sorry to hear that then. My apologies." 

Ryoko supposed that she would have to learn about this friend later, seeing as how the girl wasn’t that all too fond of her. it felt to sudden to start asking about it right now. Hopefully, she could forge a more positive relationship with this blonde than that other person.

She had to admit, that logic made its own bit of sense, but Ryoko still wished to learn her name. She didn’t want to walk away from this conversation empty-handed. Fortunately, the starry-eyed girl gave her her name anyway. That actually took less coaxing than she thought it would. Was this a result of her betting her people-skills? Or did this girl just appreciate a cute face?

"Shokuhou Misaki, eh? Well, Misaki, it’s a pleasure to have met you! I mean it," Ryoko said, feeling that she was already a league above Misaki’s other friend. "I’d be inconsiderate if I never told you my name in return, right? I’m Ryoko Asakura! I usually go by Asakura back home in Nishinomiya, but since I’m not there anymore, just call me Ryoko!"

Now that their introductions were out of the way, Ryoko inched her seat back and rose from it. “I’m going to get myself a drink. Would you like it if I got you anything while I was at it?”

[mentalhime]

Misaki loved her person a lot, she didn't mind telling who she was besides, who wouldn't want to!? She was a very important person. Why would she hold back though she had been so use to deleting memories if someone had started to bug her but since it has to happen yet, or she ignored any advancements of anyone who was being annoying. She allowed it to slide since she couldn't do anything yet. Feeling so weak made her rather upset, but she did keep on a smile that she couldn't create with her lies of the remote.

"Hm? Well that's a nice name, I'll make sure to remember it." Thus she would, it was admirable already. A light hum that came from her as she listened to the female origins, she could only laugh softly after. Back home, she was dubbed The Queen nothing more and nothing less until someone wanted to call her by her full, that being the friend she hardly liked. "R~yo~ko." her voice came as she decided on which she'd like to call her and finding it by her first choice.

Turning in her seat as if she was going to get up as well, she was well aware of people's kindness. She didn't mind that the other would get her something but it would have been rude to say no to her offer, right? "Just a sweet tea is fine with me, just as sweet as you." A nod told by her choices, she placed her hands in her lap and gave a smile to show she would stay where she was.

"I should give you some money, right? I shouldn't let you use all your money."

[suchmisfortune]

[The moment that the girl mentioned celebration, Kamijou had a bad feeling about it. Not in the way of danger incoming his way but a different kind of peril and soon enough, his fear came to life.]

H-hey! Don’t go asking for too much or I won’t be able to pay for all of it!

[Being mindful of his money was something he was so used to from his earlier life that even if he could spare the money, he’d rather not burn it and have it available for when he truly needed it. Besides he hadn’t even finished his sandwich yet so asking for dessert already made him think of hurrying up to finish the food on his plate so finally letting go of her pinky finger he grabbed his sandwich once more to get a few bites off of it.]

And at least finish your own pie before asking for more,

[mentalhime]

Wow! Well, he didn't have to be like that did he? The female puffing out her cheeks from being denied a little celebration. Since, how long would they be able to do that if they could fall in such depravity that easily. It wasn't what she wanted anymore even if the thoughts lingered behind her, she knew what was going to happen.. maybe one day. She could guess. So it was best to have and to enjoy this while they still could, right? Then again, she didn't want to rain on any parade, no that was unlike her, it wasn't what she wanted to do unless it was to Mikasa of course.

The promise that they made had finally been let go, since the other wanted to start back on what he was eating. Being nagged at to finish her own food, that was only too much! Way too much! She would finish it with the other thousands of desserts that she wanted to order. "Come on! I bet they're really good!" They probably were but even that wasn't going to budge the male was it.

"This is tedious." Of course, when it wasn't her own money. A sigh leaving from her lips as she nodded towards the other. "You win, you win. I'll wait."

[toukao]

██ ☪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛy

[toukao]

          ▐ ▐ ☂→ The blonde, unlike her, never wastes a second of time. Everything about the flaxen-haired damsel; from her enterprising demeanor, to her enthusiastic voice was a moving force that quietly dazes the youth. She hasn’t had much of an influence, maybe, for her earliest memories start and end in a secluded ugly room, with a balcony leading to the outdoors that she couldn’t see (her room was very— very— very, high-up). Perhaps somewhere upon the strings of time she held hands with her dad and skipped past daisies and jumped on puddles like a child, and she’d tootle on home to a warm meal cooked with a perfect amount of a warm fuzzy feeling called love.

                                                                                               「 but shɇ 🅦🅐🅢🅝’🅣. 」

Be it as it may, no matter what her past might or might not fortell it is no longer (and probably wont ever) come back to the memory she doesn’t know she even lost.

                   nor does she              ——

                                              care.

                              phrases are p l a n t e d into her brain and they somewhat manage to be the words she spends a 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 amount of time ｒｅｐｅａｔｉｎｇ.

                                                                                     ʻすべては虚無に満ちている。ʼ

Never has she pointed her gaze upward and feel heaps of gratefulness, assuring a surprising amount of trust in [person A] before smiling and giggling off.

                                  enigmatic? maybe. but definitely different.

What a magnificent predicament. Was she really this far off from the rest? Ahh, for she has shoved knives into the bellies of walking birds, been transported to secluded area by god-knows-how, got lost in the maze of hell and rode her bike through a pink sea but never did she converse in such an innocent manner that made the air feel light despite the hot humidity and itchy feeling of the grass against her ankles. Something she had never felt— known— or even heard of was this enigma called ‘friendship’ or even someone else caring for you despite it not resulting in their own personal gain.

Hearing her name she hates so much said in a sing-song tone nearly makes it sound much more enjoyable and favorable than it truly is according to her numb mind. Though at the very end, it is still just as boring as it’s meaning — a window.

“… Mi … saki-…san.” She sounds out, pinkness brushing against her temples for the faintest of seconds, so unnoticeable that not even she noticed it herself. Bluntly she mimics the honorific the taller female uses with her, the meanings of them (‘honorifics’) having mix-matched in her head; thus silently dodging a bullet of explaining and stupidity.

                     …And to this next inquiry she places a hand to her lips, thoughts blindfolded while she averts her pupil for a slow-seeming second. Meals and food were not something she was necessarily educated, or rather, experienced in. She can’t properly remember eating a meal but she knows it’s vital for her to continue living, but for various unexplainable and psychologically impossible reasons she has no memory of tastes and delicacies. The most she has seen where the inside of a vending machine when she hadn’t even a coin upon her; “….. Curry.” It had been the first thing that came to her mind, and the best image she had of it was some weird kind of soup,

                                                                                   “…Though I think we should eat what you want to instead.”

                                                                                           Good idea.

[mentalhime]

How long has it been the female thought, where her kindness was giving and she wasn't looking for something in return. Thinking back and back, through the time she had grown up for her reason of why her powers existed. There was only one person that deserved even this much from her, it was a experience she dealt with once. No.. twice.. Ah, that was wrong. This being thrice. Third time was always the charm as the saying went? They held so many meanings in her life, she had no idea how this urge had came over her and she couldn't possibly see how she was trusted. Maybe the brunette was doing actions rather blindly, or maybe she did want to put some of her life into the blonde's gloved hands. She did not mind if her kindness was thrown away, it was many a time that another (even though helping was somewhat fake, she abhors doing anything for another) had rejected her actions. 

It was at that time her name was called, maybe this was the first from the younger's lips, it sounded delightful. Hesitation and as if she was learning it for the first time. The female enjoyed this way too much, way too much because she was happy and would not take this back. No, she would not take this girl back to where she found her if asked, she would not give away the little time they had just met because of differences. If Misaki was more talkative than she was, was it wrong to speak up for her? Possibly not. It sounded exciting, though the older did not like working so much, she believed that doing this tiny bit was fine. "Mhm! That's right!" Allowing the fulfilling moment of being correct to run through the other, she took another step forward.

At her request, that of curry, Misaki had tried it before and she didn't have anything negative towards the meal at all. Though, she'd rather cram various sweets into her mouth before the main meal. It was what she enjoyed and even because of that, it was what brought her to be rather slow and lazy at things. Running was not ideal, doing exercises were not ideal but laying back after something really good in a chair truly was. She wondered if that was the younger's favorite meal or was it something she only known at ate for the rest of her life. Would her favorite be nice? Would something better be nice? Though the question was given to Misaki to answer. What would they eat tonight? She didn't mind choosing but maybe if there was a collaboration of sorts.

"Curry, curry. It's been many years since I've had that." She admitted, though even if she went to a Middle School, she had lied about her age so this usual gave people a weird look at her when stated. Well, that only weird look coming from none other than The Railgun, herself. Though this female knew nothing of Misaki's heritage or her powers so it was safe to say if she did earn a weird stare, it could have been as to why she hasn't indulged in the food for such a long time. "Alright, then I know how to handle this. I've thought of our dinner and we will be eating until we gain a full stomach."

Well, she would be. Misaki usually ate as much as one would allow near some people but to allow Madotsuki to see her eat so much was unjust, but then again. She didn't feel as if it would be a bad thing. As they neared the exit of this district, she had playfully waved goodbye to all that was it's habitat. "You should say goodbye, you aren't going to see this place anymore!" Her words were final, of course. Since, the younger was in her hands now, she wasn't going to allow her to stay in such a place.

[mentalhime]

It wouldn't kill to test out what she received for being stuck within the hole of a place, although, this wasn't done immediately. She did have to g shopping for herself and to well, find a proper phone case which took ten different store to go through until she found the right one (five of them she went back to about three times).

Date: 03/25 @ 1:40AM To: M ★ chi From: Queen. Testing. 1. 2. 3.

"Oh! How nice, the case doesn't mess with the screen, I thought it was too big but perfect!"

[mentalhime]

QT π

"Good taste, good taste. ✩"

[naughtylist-jack]

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