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Paz:

Shit. Had she been caught smoking again? All these future types were so uptight about it. She’d have to be more careful in the future if she wanted to uphold this character of hers.

“O-oh, um– sorry– it is a bad habit of mine, and… more common where I come from. I am from 1975, you see… it was more normal, then.”

Paz quickly snubbed the cigarette out and tossed it into the nearest trash can, trying to recover as much goodwill as she could from this awkward encounter.

The... The 1975? Guess It made sense that they could bring back anybody from any time period too into this place... Still, even If it was consider to look ‘normal’ to where she was from. That didn’t chance the fact that the smell bothered her nose too much, but at least she was willing enough to throw it away.

❝ Um... T-Thank you, I’m not used to the smell of cigarette but... I haven’t meet somebody that’s from the 1975 before! How is that like...? Y-Your world I mean! I’m not born from that time period, I’m from the.. F-Future? ❞ Woah, now this felt more weird having to say that.

#pazifica #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )

Yuri:

Unusual people she never imagined, pale apparitions that repeat the same actions, she’s met or seen quite a few, perhaps enough to prematurely conclude she was the only one of her world here. It was lonely, but it was also soothing in an odd way. They deserved better then this place, Natsuki, Monika, Sayori, and him, they all deserved better…

That familiar voice stopped her right in her tracks, whipping her head to quickly catch sight of it’s source. “S-… Sayori!?” The relief of a familiar face, followed fast behind with the scolding dread reminding her exactly what this meant. There was no mistaking it, from the bow to the uniform to her voice. Oh no, not her, she didn’t deserve this at all!

“I-is that really you? Oh god-… I mean, it’s nice to see you again, but, I wish it wasn’t here, I-…” Breathe, breathe. She takes a moment to calm her frazzled nerves, she can’t have a full melt down now. “How long have you been here?”

Oh god, It really was her after all! Why... Why here of all places?! If this meant that she was here... The good chance of Natsuki or worse her childhood friend coming here was high. Sayori had hoped that this day would never end up coming, oh how cruel this world was. Placing nearly all of her friends in this place, and she was hopeless to do anything about it.

Sayori could feel guilt coming creeping in on her, she hated the idea of being unable to do anything to keep her friends safe and happy. It was almost as though, no matter how hard that she tried. Nothing seemed to go accordingly to plan. Oh geez, this wasn’t the time to get upset now! ( At least that what she tries to tell herself over and over again. ) Yuri was here, and she looked as though she was about to break down and cry at any moment. ( Could she blame her? )

Without a second thought, Sayori would quickly wrap her arms around the other’s form, holding her tightly as though her life depended on it. Attempting to hold back any sort of tears coming from her eyes, the last thing she needed was to start crying here. A minute had passed before she finally let go, pulling away slowly as she looked up at her club member.

❝ Y-Yes, It is me... I was hoping that you wouldn’t end up showing up here... I’ve been here for a month now, what about you? D-Did you only show up here? ❞

#pavlovianpoet #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )

vanitas:

⋆ { ※ } ⋆ — Starter for @preciousgrief

—— ❝ With how you fret over everything I can’t believe you aren’t already sprouting gray hairs ❞

— Joking words fell from his mouth and he walked with the shorter girl beside him through the ruined city-scape. He had quickly learned she worried a lot and well others might find that endearing or helpful, he thought it was completely unnecessary. He wouldn’t say that they had became a duo since they had first joined but it seemed she stuck to his side a bit because of his rather … dangerous tendencies, though curiosity didn’t kill the cat this time as he had awoken in his bed after jumping into the hole in the middle of the city, but he can remember the distraught look the girl had when she heard he had such an idea - though he’s sure he was not the first.

—— ❝ Though I have no reason to do it again, ❞ or so he claims… ❝ I don’t remember what happened between jumping and ending up back in my room … ❞

Maybe It was her role of being the Vice-President to the Literature club or that he saw him as a hopeless child, getting themselves into any danger without a second thought that caused her to stay by his side. Whatever the reason was behind such an action, didn’t matter at all. Sayori found herself getting used to the new world, giving up the idea of returning back to her old home at this point.

Although, that didn’t stop her from getting worried a lot over the smallest of things. Mostly from the many odd people that seem to come and go in this ruined city, and how many of them didn’t seem... Friendly. Not that she had expected anything good coming from this place, admittedly. So when he had pointed out, and how he couldn’t understand her reasons behind such a thing. Sayori’s eyes would only look up to him, her fingers tapping against one another as she let out a soft huff sound.

❝ Hey! You shouldn’t be saying those type of things to a girl... And I’m only worried how everything been around here, this isn’t the first time I end up waking up to be in some place... Ain’t you worried at all---? ❞

#mordre-moi #mordremoi #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )

mordre-moi replied to your post: ❝ You don't allowed to say f*ck anymore, you're to...

❝ I can still use this dictionary as a blunt force weapon, Don’t tempt me ❞

❝ O-Okay! Never mind! I will stop now, no need to use that book on me. I wouldn't understand every word you throw at me, even If you explain everything that’s in it... ❞

#mordre-moi #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )#{ oops LMAO }

❝ You don't allowed to say f*ck anymore, you're to young :// ❞

❝At least I’m not an old man stuck reading a dictionary like you. ❞

❝ Oh wait... We’re the same age... Fuck. ❞

#mordre-moi #* ❁ ⋆┊But a poem is never actually finished ( Message. )

hanada03-deactivated20210507

Rain cloud

#* ❁ ⋆┊Eh? H-Hey don’t start taking pictures of me! ( Sayori. )

@pavlovianpoet

This was no different from the previous place that she was in.. Actually, It was different. But when It came to people coming and going, that wasn’t anything different. Sayori already figured out that Monika was here, despite her wishes of not wanting any of her club members to be stuck in such a place ( the world certainly wasn’t being nice to her. )

At least It did bought her some sort of relief to see her even If It caused her to feel a small sense of guilt for thinking such a thing. However, the moment that she noticed a girl with long flowing violent hair while wearing the same matching school uniform as her. She felt her heart drop, her eyes growing wide as she question whether or not her eyes were playing tricks on her right now. Oh please, be telling her that she’s only imaging things?

❝ ---...Y-Yuri? ❞

#pavlovianpoet #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )

@pazifica

❝ Um.. I don’t think you should be doing that... ❞ Index finger touched against one another, she couldn’t help but wonder what the girl was even doing in the first place. Sayori knew better than to poke her nose into other people’s business but It was a little hard not too, especially at times like these.

#pazifica #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )

mxnetkid

does my sleep deprivation and self loathing turn you on

#* ❁ ⋆┊Down comes a bottle to save the day. ( musing. )#{ i hate this post more than i should lmao }

@swordtoprotect

❝ Woah! Your dress looks so pretty! ❞ She says with a light sort of tone, her hands forcing on her clothes. Sayori has heard of this type of style before but only in text box and during her classes, so having to see it right in front of her own very eyes was a sight to see. ( Hopefully the young girl didn’t mind too much of her staring... Oh dear. ) ❝ Did you make that yourself? ❞

#swordtoprotect #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )#{ i hope this is good?? }

preciousgrief-blog

anyways, since most of the threads i got is back from citta. and i can’t really work around those threads to the new setting… like this post for a starter! length will vary and will be selective too, and this post is uncapped!

#isola rp ad #* ❁ ⋆┊File out of character has been deleted ( ooc. )#{ i'll get them done tomorrow btw and also these ain't event threads so don't worry }

anyways, since most of the threads i got is back from citta. and i can’t really work around those threads to the new setting... like this post for a starter! length will vary and will be selective too, and this post is uncapped!

#isola rp ad #* ❁ ⋆┊File out of character has been deleted ( ooc. )#{ i only got lucky with one past citta thread simply cause we didn't namedrop the place or anything else JNFDJDFN }

9S:

“Write with?” His interest was piqued, but at the same time he didn’t want to… – didn’t want to… to what? Scare her? Say the wrong thing? Everything about him let him slip in so effortlessly with the vaguely-built society on this island, among lives he’d been manufactured to protect – but that didn’t mean he held all the knowledge. He’d only approached her the moment the his pulse rate had gone down, after all.

It was taking some time to get used to this.

“Well, don’t worry. I don’t mind giving you a hand, actually.” He started rummaging through disheveled piles of rubble, taking care not to cause anymore trouble with his search. The area was littered with artifacts of the old world… – toys, shoes, things he’d never seen before. “So, what’re… you going to write about? Like, a log of what’s going on? Or maybe you could record notations from other people, or… “

She didn’t flinch once he approach her, showing little to no sign whatsoever about being uneasy around him. Still, there was no reasons for him to try and help her out! ❝ Oh no! You don’t have to help! ❞ She spoke her tone sounding soft, not wanting to sound although she was upset with his offer. Despite her words he seemed determined to help her, ah.. Well no harm in it right?

❝ Well thank you.. ❞ Her words trailed off tugging her lips to form into a smile for the male before continue to look through the pile of mess that was made. The book was an easy thing to find but finding any sort of writing tensile was a different story, maybe she should ask Monika? Ahh, last thing she wanted was to bother her at a time like this... She softly sighed to herself, wanting to give up at this point. Sayori’s attention forced back to him glancing over before nervously rising a hand to run her fingers through her hair.

❝ It’s for poetry aha.. My friend Monika suggested the idea of it back at.. My world? ❞ She was still getting used to the whole world thing. ❝ I thought about giving it a try! But I’m probably going to suck at it... ❞

#regerror #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( isola radiale. )#{ thank goodness this works well still #also sorry this took some time to get done! }

Sayori - Doki Doki Literature Club !

Childhood friend of the MC / Player!

Is also the club Vice-President

Does her best to make everybody happy also cares very little about herself

Has a crush on the MC?? Yeah she does

Actually talk shit about the MC or any of her friends and she’ll beat you up

what? she’s a video game character for some not dating novel? pfft what a joke! she’s totally read no way she can be a video game character! look she has no idea she is one don’t tell her

warning for you all but she does suffer with depression and other triggering subject.

#isola follow #{ i tried LMAO }

Threo:

“Cos-… Cosplay?”

“A-anime? Manga? W-what kind of words are these? A-are you messing with me, trying to make me feel stupid or something?” It’s only working a little, but Threo already knows she’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

“I’m not dressed up like anyone but me! This is the uniform for my crew! I don’t know what an annie-maim or mango is, but I’m not one of those!”

For a moment, Threo wondered if this was the girl’s way of riling her up for a fight, but the way she looked away suggested it might’ve been otherwise. Besides, she doesn’t smell strong at all. Hefting her axe over her shoulder, Threo frowned. “Is that how you say hello to people on whatever island you come from? That’s weird.”

Aw crap, she should have known better than to outright ask If her outfit were some sort of costume! ❝ I-I’m sorry! ❞ She quickly apologized but did let out a small sigh of relief. So It was a uniform? That make sense!... Wait, a second... It doesn't?! What type of uniform was that? It looked so different compare to hers!

Sayori was self-aware that there was different uniforms for each school and some work places too but.. Then again, she did recall about different ‘worlds’ being here... Oh! Wait! She should answer her previous question! And... try clearing up a few things too.

❝ Well, you see, anime and manga is like cartoon or book we have back in my world. My friend, Natsuki enjoy it a lot and my best friend too actually--- They could probably explain it better than me.. Oh, and we don’t really say hello like that.. I never seen clothes like that from where I’m from.. ❞ Not counting costume but she’s keeping that comment to her.

#threetigerblessing #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( hive city. )

Chihiro:

Chihiro wasn’t getting far with the small toy laptop, only able to get something of a settings menu. The laptop wasn’t particularly hard to figure out persay, but it was so annoyingly simple and geared for children (obviously) that there wasn’t much of anything to be done. Entering any kind of command other than starting the pre-installed educational software, or shutting the thing down, was turning no results.

The programmer wasn’t expecting to have company, however. Usually in the small, private nook of the park Chihiro had found, only the occasional jogger or pet-walker would pass by. This girl, however, seemed to take interest on what was on the screen. They blinked in surprise for a moment, looking at the stranger with a slightly wary expression, before nervously looking back down toward the bright laptop. A near-empty command window stared back.

“W-well that’s alright, coding is kind of difficult so…” With such a bright expression, an eagerness to meet new people, and the introduction of ‘I wish I was good at something’, Chihiro thought the girl was very similar to Naegi.

“But everyone is good at something… Um… Like…”

Oh, If only Sayori was able to figure that she would disagree with her comment. Surely, there was no point in trying to argue with her about this ( specially, when they were strangers. ) Remaining her bright smile she shook her head from the sides.

❝ I’m not really..! Well, I am good with eating a lot and sleeping If that counts... ❞

She glanced over to her side, rethinking over whether those would even be consider something ‘good’ at. Ah, never mind, any person would be good with that she’s no different.

Her eyes would force back at her laptop screen, noticing how.. Odd It looked. It didn’t even look much like a laptop but one that you would find in some sort of toy store! ❝ Is the laptop from our worlds different? You’re looks like Its a toy.. ❞ And then It hit her what she had said. ❝ I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to sound mean or anything... ❞

Goodness, why was she so bad with talking to strangers? Ugh!

#affectedamygdalae #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( hive city. )#{ oH MY GOD FDJSND }

9S:

( @preciousgrief )

Junk. It was littered in boxes and strewn across the somewhat busy street, leftover and forgotten items alike sharing space. Another would’ve called it treasure, but to 9S who only knew at best what he’d been able to analyze of age of man, it seemed like nothing more than a bunch of abandoned waste. Books, articles of clothing, scrapped trinkets and other miscellaneous goods at slashed prices ( or even, for free ) – it was only natural to do away with the old when it came to the new.

Or at least, that’s what he was used do. A world that discarded the obsolete and buried it under a thick layer of sand.

And while he still wasn’t used to the idea of seeing living, breathing humans walking about yet, but that didn’t stop his curious mind from approaching a girl nearby.

“What’re you looking for? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

It had only been a couple of days since her arrival to citta, yet she still couldn’t find herself getting used to being in this place. How could she? If It wasn’t for her counter with Monika her thoughts would have wonder off to a not pretty place... She’s learned to give up on trying to find a way to escape ( not like she was trying much really. )

Down on her knees she picked up any sort of paper that were blind and any sort of writing utensils that she could easily use, although her search for it was rather... difficult to say the least.

She didn’t think anybody would had paid any mind to her, why would they? Yet.. somebody did which caught her by surprised, blinking a couple of times, open book in hand. Glancing up there was a small hint of pink settling ‘pon her pale cheek. Embarrassed? Oh definitely.

❝ Oh, I was looking to see If I could use anything to write with! But.. I’m not having much luck here.. ❞

#regerror #* ❁ ⋆┊nobody would care if i just disappear from this place... ( hive city. )

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