I Can Feel the Draw

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coding themes more like every single muscle in the back of my neck is killing me but i finally found out where i want to put my shit i can’t stop now ...

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gasps.. chinyan i thought u would never ask …

intense sweating your last post was in may so i was so sad but you are still here ... we must do a thread, even if it’s a crappy thing to start since i’m workin on another app im trash bury me in lisa silverman pls & thank u

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[outobaii]

[ halfscissors ]

she held up a bag of a staple, doritos, and gave them a good shake before dropping them into her handbasket.

( these are my jam, or whatever. i mean i’ll pick up the seaweed ones, sure, but those’ll probably sit in my cabinet until a friend that prefers ‘em picks ‘em up. that’s the way it works, isn’t it? )

          “ Guess those aren’t so bad, ” Tatsuya agrees with the vaguest hint of a smile.  Something about the way she speaks; maybe it’s the language, or the accent?  It’s funny how much of someone you see in another ( wonder how Mich is holding up ) when you lose contact.  “ I think the ranch Doritos are best, if anything. ”

          Withdrawing slightly, he sidesteps, lifting a hand to run over the sticker price labels.  “ ... couldn’t offer you any kinda favor to be that friend tonight, could I?  Somehow, I kind of got caught a little on the broke side here. ”

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[ rocketbombs ]

Geniality isn’t his forte; moreover, he’s not capitulating to a burgeoning uneasiness, he consoles himself with, contradictory, perspiring hands eager to wring the necks of snooping bystanders. It’s the nicotine that tethers him to the terrestrial sphere whilst his mind is an amalgam of trepidation and enmity; the chief constituent of tobacco acts only as a temporary salve.

“—don’t piss me off,” he demands; listening to nonsensical bullcrap is not a sought-after preference of his, “and make it quick.”

          “ Sorry, you’re just the first person I noticed around here -- ... ”  Tatsuya offers a brief nod to the silver - haired man, generally unmoved by his hasty, and debatably testy response ( you and me both ).  “ I just wanted to know something ... do you use matches, or a lighter? ”

[outobaii]

[ halfscissors ]

( mm? yeah, i don’t see why not. )

( my work calls for hella calories, i mean, i could say that, but i just love american snack foods i guess. ‘s probably my metabolism or somethin’. gotta’ eat a lot to fight a lot? why’re y’askin? want me t’back off a favorite? )

          “ ... So it’s like that, huh? ”  He glances up from the basket’s contents to look over Ryuuko then, shoving his hands in his pockets before offering a roll of his shoulders; a shrug.  “ I guess that makes sense.  The women I hang around mostly are too concerned with their physical appearance to worry about more rational things like that. ” 

          Shifting his attention back to the shelves, a noise of contemplation follows his words.  “ ... Unless you’re getting the seaweed potato chips, I don’t think we have much in common insofar as snack tastes. ”

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[ halfscissors ]

          “ ... You planning to eat all of that in one go? ”  Not being one for most junk foods himself, frankly, maybe he’s simply overreacting ... but even Katsuya doesn’t seem this interested in the things lining the snack aisle, and God knows that man could probably bake cookies and cakes all day and never get sick of eating them afterwards.

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[ tenshouoff ]

“Yeah, no problem. Fairy Tail’s havin’ kind of a beach party. Well, I say that but we’re mostly just making sort of a parameter and fending off those weird crab creatures.”

As soon as the other took the morsel, Ichigo’s hands shifted to slip into the pockets of his shorts. He very much doubted that anyone from Fairy Tail would mind having someone who wasn’t in the guild around. There were already a good amount of people around. “So, feel free to come join us. There’ll probably be games and food. If nothing else, you won’t have to deal with getting pinched.”

          “ Fairy Tail, huh ... ”  As he pops the takoyaki in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully, he surveys the beach as if that will answer all of his unspoken questions.  “ I don’t know what you mean by that, but considering the way things are going, I don’t think answers will change the situation at all, anyway. ”

          Dusting his hands against his pants -- which are making him feel increasingly out of place and definitely too hot -- he stands from crouching back against a tree, and arches his back to work out that kink before he turns to face Ichigo, who actually stands a bit taller than him.  “ ... You’re about the same height as one of my friends, he’s the only person who was taller than me in our friend group. ”

          A faint smile pulls at the corner of his lips.  “ ... Suou, Tatsuya.  Tatsuya’s fine.  Thanks for the food, and stuff.  I, uh.  Honestly, I don’t know much about this place just yet, so ... ”

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[ unlovedhound ]

          Funny how no matter what he’s been through, and no matter how old he gets, he still manages to find times in his life that intimidate him, and leave him feeling particularly timid, and in need of a hand to hold to show him the way to go.  Being thrust into an unfamiliar place under a rather alarming pretense, stripped of everything but some stupid toy sword that’s not even worthy of acting as fire kindling ...

          How long has it been since the last time I actually wished Katsuya was here to tell me what to do, anyway ... ?

          Deep breath.  It’s okay.  He can figure this out.  He doesn’t need Katsuya here.  Just have to keep Maya in mind ( let’s positive thinking, everyone! ), and he can do this.  While he wouldn’t really categorize himself as lost, per se ...  it would be a good place to start, right?  Maybe there’s more waiting for him at the place the board directed him to?  Even if it’d just be his zippo, he’d be fine with that ...

          ... he should ask someone where to go.  Right.  That’s the first step for someone who doesn’t know where they are.  Orientate themselves, familiarize with the environment ...  He can do that.  Fidgeting with the sword between his hands, he picks a direction, and weaves his way through the crowds of people, eyes on the buildings.  He might not have money, but a corner market or some little dining area would likely have someone who could assist him.  ( ... and maybe someone who might let me borrow some money for something to eat. )

          Restaurant it is.

          The first thing that catches his attention is a little bakery - styled shop.  The last thing he wanted most of the time was cake, or really anything sweet thanks to his brother, but ...  it catches his attention if only due to the sense of familiarity that the smell brings with it.  And so he plods inside, looks over the sparsely populated tables, and approaches a dark - haired girl, clearing his throat.

          “ ... Uh, excuse me, sorry ...  could I ask you where exactly ... this is? ”

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[ tenshouoff ]

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“Oi… you want this extra takoyaki? I’m not really feelin’ it after two and nobody else wants it. Figured I’d offer it to you. You’re welcome to join us if you want. Kinda sucks being at the beach all by yourself. Unless you’re not here alone. Then forget I said anything!”

          “ Huh?  Me? ... ”  Glancing up, Tatsuya cocks his head, taking in the offer and the redhead hovering near him.  Weighing his options is pretty much ground to dust when the fact he already almost lost his last meal ( still not sure if that was lunch earlier or dinner yesterday ... ) comes to mind, and he’s not sure where he’ll get his next one, considering his pockets are empty.

          He holds out his hand, hitching a shoulder.                “ ... Sure.  Thanks. ”

[outobaii]

[ rocketbombs​ ]

          The people here seemed ... unsettlingly okay with being here, honestly, and that bothers him.  It’s like no one’s concerned with the fact the reality they knew before has been entirely ripped out from underneath their feet, and they’d been thrust in this strange world, stripped of their possessions, and -- ...

          Cigarettes.  He knows the smell of cigarette smoke.  That guy ...  “ Hey ...  can I ask you something? ”

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[ pyoniumyankee ]

“The last thing I’d want to do is take away somebody’s shine, but this is ridiculous. I get it! You’re good looking! You’re a dream come true! The ladies love you! But don’t you think you could tone it down it a bit, kid? You’re hoggin’ all the action, and a shark’s gotta bite while the gettin’ is good! You get what I’m saying?”

          An eyebrow arched, Tatsuya lifts a hand to block the bright sun to better see the ranting dude with a pompadour standing in front of him.  “ ... Excuse me? ”  All the action, huh.  As if.  Quite frankly, he’d only sat down here because he had no idea where else to go to deal with this heat, in this weird shit hole of a ‘ social experiment. ’

          “ What are you talking about? ”  A pause.  “ ... I’m not even into women. ”

[outobaii]

          Disorientation grabs ahold of the reigns, and jerks relentlessly until he’s tumbling backwards into mass, chaotic confusion.  Some surgeon whose name he can’t really remember, something about a social experiment, universe transporting ... things.  The only think he can fall back on is this is a lot like what Philemon did for us, back then -- but the smell in the room makes it hard to process anything meaningful.

          Blinking against harsh light, and trying to keep whatever his last meal had been ( wasn’t it lunch with Katsuya ... ) in his stomach, Tatsuya lurches off of the metal gurney ( is this some underground organ black market or something?  kind of hot, though, haven’t they heard of air conditioning before? ), and follows the wall of the hardly - furnished room toward the door that had been indicated for him.

          “ ... ”                It’s now, or it’s never, isn’t it?  -- And it isn’t as if there’s anything he could do in here, not really.  Running his fingers down his jacket, he feels for the telltale box shape of the lighter that he clings to ... and, as he knew somewhere in the back of his mind, it was nowhere to be found.  Kh.  That would figure ...  Fine.  That’s ... fine.  Brows knitting, he shuffles his feet to the door, steps careful and articulated as if he is uncertain that the ground is actually there.  The door is opened with just as much care.

          Outside, at least, seems a little more like home.  Busy streets speckled with an intriguing variety of people, dotted with greenery and awake with conversations.  At his feet, some stupid toy sword, and ... that board that was mentioned.  Zeta.

               “ ... What the Hell is this. ”

[outobaii]

Good news, everyone!  Your broody, reclusive and most tragic silent protagonist of the Persona series has arrived.  To learn more about him, you can check out his profile.  To learn more about me and my newb ass, you can see here.  ( I’m sorry if his theme is still a bit of a mess, I’ve been coding this stupid thing from scratch, and it’s a pain in my ass.  If anything is hard to read or whatever, please let me know through an ask preferably. )

I'm figuring out the ropes right now, and skimming through the taken list to see who I want to follow and such things, so give me some time to get acquainted with things.  It’s nice to be here, and I hope we can all get in some awesome RP time!