- "And I became a liar" -

Citta Alveare / Apartment C-6 Uses a wooden replica of a box cutter. | | Spy @ sector oo6. ; Manga vers Pre!chapter 10 - 11; early canon.

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And of course, Watanuki would be one not to notice how irritated Yoh actually was. Not yet, in any case. Though.. he was able to notice his outfit- that collar, and.. why did his clothing almost look like.. a prison uniform?

” A-.. ah, hello! ” he greeted the other male back with a sheepish smile, lifting up a hand to wave a little at him. This person seemed friendly enough, and he was always glad to be able to meet those kinds of people. ” I’m Watanuki, Kimihiro- it’s nice to meet you, Yoh-san. “

” Have.. you been here for very long? “

"A few weeks, it's not too bad to be honest." Apartfrombeingstabbedinthestomachbut- you know.

"Mhm, nice to meet you too!"

Everyone here is too nice... It's almost intimidating. Although this guy didn't seem to be any threat at all compared to some of the others here. He had almost forgotten what normal people were supposed to act like.

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“The pleasure’s all mine, Yoh.”

Noah lifts his camera up.

“I like your smile. May I?”

There’s something hidden behind it. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. But it was a great smile for a picture.

"Oh, uh..." Suspicious....

"What for?"

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“Oh, hello there~ My name’s Noah.

What’s yours?”

"Yoh, Takami,  pleasure to meet you."

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“It’s free as long as you don’t get caught.” He grinned and picked at the dirt under his fingernails. He hummed lightly his favorite tune, looking at the other. “…what’s your name? What’s with the getup?”

True, oh so true. In fact that was Yoh's way of living-- stealing, cheating, lying and not getting caught.

"How forgetful of me, it's Yoh Takami."

"Oh, this? Don't worry, I wasn't there for anything bad."

A smile.

Hopefully this guy hadn't heard of Deadman Wonderland, the less explaining the better.

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Where are all these people coming from? He sighs inwardly, of course he would never show the irritated feeling outwardly.

"Nice to meet you all,"

"you can call me Yoh Takami, or just Yoh is fine with me."

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The thing about Johnny, was that he picked up on things without really meaning to. He may say things that may cause others to panic, but doesn’t realize it. He truly thought that the other was a friendly person. However, he still nodded. A nice new character for his comic. Would put a new spin on his series for sure!

Something caught his eye, something shiny on the ground. He bent down to examine the coin on the ground. “Ohh free money.” He picked it up and and stuck it into his pocket. He looked at the other again and smiled. “I enjoy free things.”

Well the prisoners uniform and strange silver collar around his neck probably did no justice to the act, but all the more, he was a friendly enough person, until he no longer needed anything to do with the person he was manipulating of course.

Money... Ah, you'll probably find that it will be gone pretty soon. --Kleptomania, can't be helped!

"Of course,"

"doesn't everybody? --But not everything in life is free!"

"It'd be pretty great if it was though..."

We would no longer need to steal, lie and cheat for things.

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“Joking? Sir, I do not joke. I jest, not joke.”

“Well I applaud you for your attempt. You put on a good show, great acting. Have you ever thought of starring in a film, hmm? Would you mind if I drew you in my comic?”

"What ever are you talking about?" Yoh looked genuinely surprised at this, eyes widening in response. Great acting? No way, only one, if not two-- knew that he's actually a two-faced douche.

"Oh, I don't mind, not at all!"

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uh, yeah i'm technically on hiatus because school is terrible at the moment, but ill do all my old replies this weekend, if that's okay? maybe sooner?

i hope no one minds, because i barely have any time on the computer these days

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“How…ignorant you are…” Johnny spit onto the ground. “And I have a fantastic attitude. I am the LIFE of the FUCKING PARTY. People are just dying to hang out with me. Heh heh heh. Dying…” He chuckled at his little joke, even though the other wouldn’t understand.

“Anyway. I have to problem with you so far.” He crossed his arms and stared at the other. Why was he even bothering? Johnny never really conversed with people. Edgar was an exception same for Devi and Squee. But then again…

"Relax, I was joking."

"Oh, well that's nice then, nice for them, I suppose."

God this guy is annoying, if anything, he better have something worth stealing.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a bother, just trying to start a conversation with a fellow friendly--" or not so much- "citizen!"

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“More! You people are so fucking friendly! Do I look like a friendly man?! HUH? ANSWER ME, SHITFACES.”

Please don’t mind him, this is just how Johnny is.

Oh, great. This was going to go just great.

"Don't judge by appearance, isn't that what they say?"

Which is true!

[Nice big smileee.]

"Then again if you have a horrible attitude too, you haven't got a lot going for you."

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;; Just before dusk

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[Jack whistled to himself cheerily as he walked home. Today had been a good day, all things considered. Fixing pipes and rewiring apartments was not the most rewarding of work. However, to the splicer and his previous work experience, it was a relief to have something other to do rather than rip people apart with high-velocity bullets or burning them until they were extra well done. It was also a comfort to come back home each night covered in something aside from blood. While grimy oil and other machine-related fluids were by no means pleasant, it was a relief after the all-too familiar iron stench of blood.

Of course, the fact that he was now living in Sector oo2 was a bit of a downer, but Jack could deal with that… It was almost like home, and the splicer meant that in the best way possible. As it was not really meant to be a place to live in, there were less pedestrians, which meant less people. And Jack was alright with that.

The man was moving along quickly so he could get home, back to his beer and his bed… There was also those pastry things he’d bought the other day. Jack’s stomach rumbled in anticipation.

He had his wallet, full from a hard day’s work, sticking out of the back of his worn-out jeans, a fat juicy target for anyone with any skill in the vaunted arts of thievery. Unfortunately, Jack was totally oblivious to Yoh’s devious intents as he bumped into the young man from the side.]

“Oh, Christ!”

[He caught the other person by the unharmed arm, preventing him from slamming against the concrete. Jack pulled him up.]

“Sorry! Really sorry…”

[He looks rather embarrassed, doubly so when he sees the cast on Yoh’s arm.]

Oh.

This happens too often.

Not that he minds, though. It's easier this way, isn't it? Easier for a kleptomaniac douche, anyway.

Only he had to be careful this time, he had already been sliced up and stabbed in the stomach since arriving here, so he was plastered in bandages. Nothing would happen this time though, right? As long as he made no mistakes and kept the act going well. But he had no job, he wasn't the type to just get one here in the first place, because he didn't trust many people at all, and needed money somehow, it was for Minatsuki though, it was all for her. All for her. In fact, almost everything Yoh did was for Minatsuki. He lied, cheated, stole; was slashed and beaten for doing so, he even went as far as sentencing allies to death. Living for her had turned him into a ruthless bastard.

He looked completely unfazed, until it hit.

"Ah-- I-it's fine, don't worry about me!" A nice big smile, to prove this. Ugh, it did hurt slightly, he should have really been in bed right now or something like that, but instead he's snooping around even though the cuts and wounds still bleed, his determination stays strong as ever.

Oh look, you're just making it ten times easier by having your wallet in full view like that. Must not steal, must not steal, must not-- Don't want anymore injuries.

"What about you? Are you okay, did you drop anything?" He looked slightly worried.

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“Hmm .. Supose I’d kill Yoh. I normally don’t like to leave jobs unfinished ~ .. Marry Anemone, I guess. .. .. Kill Gold Saw ~”

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” As if someone like you could take me down. Letting Shooter finish you off only proves how much of a weakling you are. “

WHA

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Forgive me! I will get my reply to your open soon (I think) ;-; life has been a bitch atm

it's alright! i've been realllllly busy myself, so i can understand!

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there's giant gunmen everywhere!! ;; [yoh]

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[Well this one looked like a giant pansy.  Kamina lifted his glasses, a slight frown pulling at his lips as he looked over Yoh with a skeptical expression.  Well… he wasn’t a Beastman, as far as he could tell.  His hair reminded him of that one guy, though.

… Oh damn, what was his name?  He paused for a moment, lips pursing in thought until… Ah, yes.  Viral.  General Fuzzball.]

“Who th’hell do ya think I am?  I ain’t confused.  Just a lil’ startled’s all.  This piece o’shit prison ain’t nothin’ The Mighty Kamina can’t handle, y’hear that?”

[Show him the ropes?  Kamina stopped for a moment to quickly think it over, hands finding their way into his pockets as he leaned back to get a good look at the sky.]

“… Sure, why th’hell not?  I ain’t got nothin’ better t’do anyways.”

[Sadly for Yoh, the only thing of value he’d find in Kamina’s pants would probably be his dick.  Otherwise, Kamina had nothing.  No money, nothing of value.  The only thing that Kamina carried on him, save for the clothes on his back, was his pride.]

Well, that would be disappointing. But he could always find another use for people, so not to worry! Especially the dumb ones; like Shiro, she was a worthy sacrifice to save his ass, until of course he found out she was actually a monster under that dumbass's facade. Still, not everyone was like that, he just had to get used to that fact. Stupid people always fell for his lies and tricks, so getting to know the person first was the best idea.

A sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, I thought everyone new could use help, though. I was only offering to be nice?" He didn't let it get to him, though. He was used to dealing with all sorts after where he came from before.

"Did you find out which sector you were staying in to start with? Or which appartment, to be exact?"

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[… Well that was weird.  One moment he was fighting off Beastmen, and now he was in this place.  The young man glanced down towards the sheet of paper in his hand, a strange duo of symbols scribbled onto it.  Unfortunately for Kamina, he couldn’t read.  Thus, the paper wasn’t really worth his time, and so he crumbled it in his hands and tossed it to the side.]

“Th’hell’s all this…”

[Crimson optics gazed at the landscape he found himself surrounded by.  Tall… wait, what were those things that towered above him?  Were they Gunmen?  His gaze drifted to the streets, where he saw strange moving… things.  … Those had to be Gunmen too!! He clicked his tongue and grit his teeth.

What was up with the ground, too?  It wasn’t dirt, but it wasn’t grass. It was… really hard, though.

Needless to say, the changes from desert wasteland to booming metropolis both startled and annoyed the teen as he reached up to push his shades further up onto his face.

Gurren was gone.  They had messed with his sword, too… which could only mean…]

“Tch, y’damn Beastmen… sendin’ me to a place like this where Th’Mighty Kamina can’t fight ya…  Yer fuzzy asses are grass, y’hear me?!”

From just the looks of it, more and more were being sent here everyday. Yoh was pondering whether that was a good or a bad thing. Well, at least they weren't prisoners, but that was the type of environment he had grown used to for the past few years, and was still finding it a little difficult to trust everyone here, even if they were completely innocent! But that was just him, and his slight paranoia. Especially since he had already been stabbed in the stomach since arriving here.

He supposed it was best to 'help' them out, though wasn't it? They could prove useful in the future, and now, since they had to have something in their pockets, at least one of them had to, hadn't they?

"You look pretty confused, did you just get here recently?"

As usual he has a bright smile, and it's convincing enough to make him look like a friendly person, it comes naturally after all; he fiddled with the identification collar around his neck, and continued,

"I'd be happy to show you the ropes, if you'd like!" But that would cost.

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She wasn’t expecting to run into the young man so soon, although it wasn’t something that was wasn’t okay with. No, not at all. The other people in this city weren’t calling her attention. Not like he did ~ A vicious smirk suddenly appeared on her lips. She had found her lamb ~ And this wolf was hungry.

“Funny we should meet so soon… again.”

Taking a step forward, green eyes narrowed casually as she tapped the wooden object on the floor, tilting her head as she took another step forward. Ignoring his words, she lifted the weapon as she smashed the nearest glass window in sight. Dropping the wooden oar, she slowly leaned down, lifting a sharp piece of glass as she fingered the tip lightly before glancing up at the boy.

“You’ll scream for me, right Yoh .. ~?”

The smirk on her lips died down as it was replaced with a sickeningly sweet smile.

She acted fast. Speed being a forte of hers, being able to dodge all the bullets from Shooter’s rock canon without getting hit by one. In only a few seconds, she was already face to face with the boy, pressing the sharp edge of the glass right into his stomach, although she hadn’t pushed it all the way in. Not yet ~

“You’ll make this fun, right?”

Okay, he was being too paranoid now, still, her gaze was frightening in the dim lit streets; and when she smashed a window nearby, he questioned what on earth she was doing in his mind, he felt the urge to just walk away, now and leave her to... whatever she was planning, until, of course, it was too late--

woah woAH, WHAT THE FUCK--- WHY... -- Was pretty much his first reaction when he was ruthlessly stabbed in the stomach with a piece of glass.

She was attempting murder? No, he'd survived through so much before, and couldn't give up to this, not only that but...

No, I'm not dying that easily, not while I have someone to protect. [...Who ironically is slicing him up in a different thread...]

"Why'd you---"

Uh uh uh, oh god.

Once he had regained the ability to speak again, and form a coherent response, from the shear shock and pain, he clenched a fist.

"W-why!?"

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"I didn't even do anything to you," yet.

And he was quite smart enough to know fighting back would be useless, he's more of a strategist, after all, he'd only be able to attack someone from behind first, or by using poison. And even that-- was in dire situations. But he tends to get trampled on by those who are physically stronger, quite a lot.

Now the question was, to run or not? Regardless, he shifted backwards slightly, feeling rather faint now.

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 uh sorry i've been so lazy lately, but school is draining me at the minute and i'm tired aLL THE TIME, plus my time difference so

i'll try to reply to things now but i'm still really tired etv