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RP Blog for Marco Cordero SHSL Sideshow Performer Closed for Scientific Despair Status: Alive

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Someone Please Help This Nerd | Marco | Execution Reaction | Open

 Marco hadn’t been entirely sure how he was supposed to vote, as apparently some of the others-that is to say only Shinju-didn’t know either. He supposed for the time being, it wouldn’t matter. After all, he still had it placed in the back of his mind that perhaps this was all some joke and his vote wouldn’t matter.

 It did. And somehow, the crazy boy with the spoon was sentenced to death in place of a murderer. Marco shot a look across the room to Hoshi as the red head hurried to his side. He…Nagisa mentioned he could be a suspect solely because of his hands. He didn’t know the other suspect, but he knew for certain that Hoshi hadn’t taken the motive as well as he had.

 ”You,”

 He growled from the most primitive part of his throat, his eyes blazing a hideous yellow. 

 But as Xavier began to speak, Marco found he had no strength to be wasted on someone as petty as Hoshi. Not with what he was saying.

 No…no way. This…couldn’t be because of what he did…

 Marco hadn’t taken it to heart that perhaps his own sin was what caused him to be trapped here, but Xavier was right. It was his fault…his fault…

 Shaking and feeling nauseous, he gripped at his rosary, digging his nails in so deep to his palm that he drew blood. He silently mouthed out the words to a prayer of forgiveness, but every time he started, his thoughts became jumbled.

 He was so…tired…

 Before the execution could even begin, Marco collapsed to the floor, his eyes rolled to the back of his head befitting his claim of being demon possessed. Just barely missing a bang on the head, Leche became startled by Marco’s action. Normally, it was in her nature to become stiff at the sight of danger, as she had done in her short life in the wild, but something was wrong, and she didn’t know how to fix.

“Graaaagghhh groh groh groh groh,”

 Leche croaked to the room, as if calling for some unknown members of her species to aid her in this confusion.

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Ok so I just submitted. I'm gonna need a thread buddy to check up on Marco and Leche cause he gone.

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What's voting? Marco doesn't know. He accidentally places a vote for Herpes.

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Wicked Fascinations | Marco | RE: Xavier, Florence, Shinju, Yoshi

 Wow, ok. More and more people were getting onto Marco’s s-list, but it should really have been no surprise. They were miles ahead of them in this understanding and thought him ignorant for not being caught up. He decided for now to ignore what Xavier said about him not being possessed because there were a few things that held more importance than making Shinju believe his act.

  And he didn’t bother responding to Flo because he couldn’t translate douche canoe to Spanish, and therefore had no idea what she was calling him.

 The fact that Shinju was speaking made him feel at ease. It was nice to know someone as innocent as she was here beside him, and yet it hurt to know she was involved in all of this. 

 But just as quickly as she had begun making observations, another was quick to intercede. The boy who was with him when Xavier flipped out. He had thought him so silent, but to see him so fervently accusing them made him sick. And what he said to Shinju was not aiding him.

“¡Silencio imbécil! Leave señorita Kato alone! And are you accusing us? Don’t make me laugh,”

"I cannot be speaking for the others, but my recording was different. The bear threatened my Lechuza."

 What was a Lechuza? Wasn’t that Spanish for owl? Wait, could that be the weird thing sitting on his shoulder that kept blinking off to sleep. 

"Stupid move. While you can’t defend your loved, I have the ability to defend Leche since she’s always with me."

"The bear doesn’t intimidate me. I have swallowed much more horrific than he."

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We Are Mad | Marco | RE: Nagisa, Monobear ATTN: Florence

 Ok, Marco had never met someone that he instantly hated-even so, hated was a strong word and he’d have to repent later for even considering the concept-before, but the girl with light blue hair was a pretty close contender for that. She…she could very well be a big problem solely based on the fact that she was so inhumane. Was it ironic for Marco, who acted as evil’s puppet, should find evil in the hearts of man.

 He didn’t reply to her at first, but gave her an intimidating look as she approached his podium, requesting to see his hands. However, he had to comply with what she was asking, and revealed his hands not without callouses, but free of any recent wounds, and apparently had no quarrels exposing them in such a way everyone could see them.

 Finally, Marco managed to key into what had been said by the girl. Mess up a trial? Innocent dying? Nervously, his eyes ticked to the bear in charge. He…mentioned a punishment, but Marco expected him to be referring to being arrested on the way out of here. That’s how murder worked outside this nuthouse, you murder and you go to jail, sometimes for life, sometimes to have your life taken. However, if they failed here,  then would of them would die?

 Xavier’s actions now made complete sense. He felt like he was going to be sick, and he had to grab himself again to stop from falling over.

 He needed to pray again, but his hands kept fumbling over his crucifix when he grabbed for it, and suddenly the years of prayers seeped away from him.

 No, right now he needed to act instead of asking for the protection or the courage to act.

"I…the culprit is not—him,"

 He pointed to Xavier. Yeah, still didn’t know the guy’s name.

"The way the writing was facing, the victim c-couldn’t have written that. No way,"

 And with that, he turned to face Flo. She had to be insane, how could she not be to be so bubbly in this trial?

"In movies, the culprit always brings up the obvious frame job first. Always."

[becausebirds]

potty mouth bird

[sneakyfeets]

that is a VERY NAUGHTY birb

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Fodder For The Elder Gods | Marco | Trial Start | ATTN: WOW EVERYONE

 Marco hadn’t participated in the investigation at all. How could he? He was in too much shock over what had happened. He was so sure that all of this was just one grand joke and here one of them had ended up dead on the floor. He was literally shaking over the revelation, he couldn’t get to his feet, much less investigate a murder case. As it turned out, he had no idea that he was supposed to attend a trial, and had to be dragged kicking and screaming into the courtroom. Poor Leche may have started molting by the time they got there.

 His bright yellow eyes twitched from subject to subject as they attempted to muddle out their words and accusations. He could hardly make any sense of what was being said and he was already shaking like a cornered animal. They were…so calm. They…they didn’t even.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!”

He slammed his fists into the podium before him, tears at the brink of his eyes.

"A boy is dead and you don’t care at all! Someone here is a murderer and you don’t care at all! You are only concerned about preserving yourself!"

 He looked from Xavier to Hoshi to Flo in succession. Man, frick all of this. He was getting dizzy and had to grab onto his podium to level himself.

"I act the part of a demon-possessed and even that persona has more humanity than you!”

Oh shoot, he hadn’t realized that Shinju was here, he was still keeping up that act so he wouldn’t be upset to find out he was just acting. No wait, if anything, what he said could be interpreted as he was a pawn of the demon, maybe.

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I tried looking up stuff for Marco to scream in Spanish since he doesn't curse. The results weren't amazing.

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A Gory Demise | Marco | Body Reveal | OPEN

 Marco had just been about to return to his dorm room when he heard the announcement of a…body? Whatever, Marco was over the entirety of this joke and didn’t even bother commenting on it to his roommate. Although his body desperately craved sleep, he knew he would probably be punished in one way or another. Oh well, get this joke out of the way and then collapse in bed, manageable. 

 When he arrived at the kitchen, he at first wasn’t surprised by the sight, after all, hadn’t that been what he expected? However, as he began to examine it in the light that Shinju had seen it, he suddenly came to a shocking realization. He knew what innards looked like, and he could tell real blood from fake. Not to mention, the way the blood smelled was not something easily faked.

 But he still had to be sure. Shakily, he reaches down and loosens the shirt around the boy’s wounds, getting a look at where the supposed wound had been. It…it…

 Oh gosh no….

Marco shrieked at the top of his lungs as he scuttled back away from the corpse. THE CORPSE. THIS WASN’T A JOKE, THIS WAS THE REAL THING.

 Marco was absolutely hysterical as he waved cross signals across his body, and was practically in tears as he began to mumble to himself.

“Ángel de Dios, mi querido guardián, a quien el amor de Dios me ha encomendado aquí, nunca este día permanece a mi lado, a la luz y la guardia, para gobernar y guía. Amén.”

“Ángel de Dios, mi querido guardián…”

 He was practically coiled up on the floor and rocking back and forth as he muttered his prayer over and over again. Xavier had been right, he was by far the sanest here.

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Cannonball! || Xavier || Open

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  The staccato shriek of the pen’s tip sliding along the wall ceased, the word malignant trailing off with a fading black tail. Still gripping the spoon, he fumbled with the pen’s cap, clumsily pushing it down with a click.

Xavier tilted his head, mopped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his jacket, and pulled his pocketwatch from inside. He was obviously trying to stall and avoid speaking to this riled-up ruffian until it was completely necessary. The watch didn’t even tell the time, just emanated a steady tik, tik, tik and boasted a gilded eye.

Having ran out of ways to occupy himself, he turned to look at Marco.

“Je ne parle pas espagnol. You seem tense, sir. Fear not…! I am working on an explanation. I will understand all of this. I will understand everything.”

His own words fascinated him to no end. Glancing over his mural, he tugged at his bandana- ensuring that it was covering his mouth, making perfect sure that it covered his mouth while he spoke, making himself absolutely certain- and turned back to the boy and his bird.

"I heard the word loco in there. I study the mind, and I can assure you, I am the sanest person in this building.”

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He looked at the new one. Shit these new kids still didn’t seem like they weren’t taking things seriously.

Well their reaction should be entertaining.

"…?"

He looked at the writing. Seriously Xavier, the fuck man? You okay?

Probably not.

He’d say something but that’d contradict the whole “I’m too broken to say anything.”

Shit I didn’t think this through.

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 Really Xavier, really? The only time you tell someone you can't speak Spanish is in freaking Spanish! Luckily for Marco, Espagnol was close enough to Español that he managed to get the meaning. Besides that, Marco cemented the fact that this guy was a French dick.

 Although Marco was usually slow at translating to Japanese, he was visibly shocked immediately when the boy claimed to be the sanest member of the group. SANE?! Unless he was Marco's type of crazy there was no way he was actually sane, besides Marco did it for money and this guy wasn't getting nothing! 

"Then logically explain what you're doing!"

 Marco then shot a look to Yoshi, begging him to fill him into the deats.

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Cannonball! || Xavier || Open

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He was stumbling along, not sure what to do. Or where to do.

Then he saw someone else was taking it worse than he was.

Comforting? Maybe. Did he care? Not really.

He stopped right where the other was about to write.

… Did he have a spoon on himself?

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As long as Chantal is fine, I am fine. As long as Chantal is here, he is far away. He is far from here. He cannot open doors. As long as Chantal is fine, I am fine.

His mumbling stopped when the boy crossed his path, and for a moment he seemed confused, as if the situation was just too much to grasp.

"Monsieur," he said his voice higher and his accent more pronounced than usual, “Pardon me. I am trying to work. I’m sure you understand.”

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 Marco was in a super dark place as he walked out of the main hall. Frick that bear, how dare he think he could harm one feather on Lechuza's head. Furthermore, how long were these jerks going to keep up the charade when no one here was buying it? It was honestly annoying.

 Lechuza focused her intense eyes on the sideshow performer, aware of all the negative thoughts running through his head, animals were good like that. With a smile, he ran his index finger over her head, the feathers ever silky and a good way to remind himself of what was real. She was real, pretty much everything else couldn't be trusted.

 And speaking of which, Marco came to a screeching halt as he saw a man, one of his classmates, scribbling on a wall, mumbling to himself and holding up a spoon. He couldn't recognize the words he was scribbling, but they looked to be English, and he didn't need to know the meanings to know how offputting it is.

 Maybe his wasn't the best option, but he was already pissed off and having none of any of this.

"¡¿Qué está haciendo ?! ¡¿Está loco ?!"

 He must not have noticed that he was still speaking Spanish.

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Two things are guaranteed if I join a group, Pokemon AU and really nonsensical videos. Scientific was not spared. 

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Such Horrible Things | Marco | Motive Reaction

 Marco was definitly not in the mood to comply with what the bear had to say, especially after all that had been happening. This was one big hoax that really needed to end. It was really annoying, especially how the kids who had been here longer were so obviously faking fear. Like, really? Drop the act. 

 Wait, were they getting mp3 players? Huh, that was odd. He corked one earbud into the ear furthest from Lechuza, fearing the noise might alert her, and pressed play, expecting to hear one of those neat museum tours on it.

♪♪♪

 Yikes! He certainly didn’t expect that. The music pouring from the headphones was upbeat, that was for sure. It sounded like it was going for a Hispanic feel to it, and in some ways, it made Marco long for home, it had been so long…

 But all at once, the music cut out to a high pitched wail of static, before slowly drumming in with pained screams. No, not screams, squawks. He recognize the sounds birds made, and got all at once this was meant to be Lechuza. But…Lechuza was on his shoulder, and even so, he knew her cry, it was distinct, just like a cat’s meow. 

 However, the point of all of this was not to confuse Marco (and not to mention Leche who was looking around for another bird friend she just heard), but to threaten him. 

"If you don’t do someone in than whomever was on that tape is gonna get axed. I’ll kill them."

No one, and I mean not a soul ever threatens Lechuza. Marco grinds his teeth together as he hurls the player to the ground, smashing it beneath his feet.

“¡Esto es una idiotez! ¡Usted quiere tratar de lastimar a mi Lechuza, hay que probarlo! ¡O mejor aún, renunciar a la acción ya! ¡No es gracioso!”

 And off he went, raving and screaming in Spanish. Did he even realize he was speaking Spanish?

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A Couple Notes About Marco's Speech

 I haven't been writing this out much, but there is a particular way that Marco talks that is exhausting to write out. So I'm gonna stick this under a read more.

 Of course, Marco speaks in a heavy Puerto Rican accent. I wish I could translate his Spanish bits into Puerto Rican Spanish since the two have some differences, but I've only got Google Translate as my key tool. Luckily, though, Marco isn't very slang heavy.

 However, the main point about Marco is that his Japanese is horrendous. He speaks very slow in Japanese and usually takes long pauses before the words and can sometimes stop mid-sentence to check his translation in his mind. It's very obvious his Japanese was rushed to learn. This makes it difficult to write out as it's difficult to know exactly which words he could be pronouncing wrong or which syllables he could be faltering over in Japanese, and giving it an English variation is difficult. 

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A Corpse In My Bed | Marco | Event Reaction | OPEN

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…If such a luncheon existed, Shinju would quite literally sell her soul to attend it. It was wishful thinking, but Shinju knew well enough to assume that wasn’t the case. That would be awesome, but silly. She simply imagined that, if Marco said people who were attracted to abnormalities came to see him, that could mean some other abnormalities had shown up before too. She seemed to accept Marco’s explanation without the slightest bit of disappointment. In fact, she seemed extremely pleased with whatever answers she got. She didn’t hold any particular expectations, she just wanted to know things. She wanted to know anything and everything, and literally no answer could disappoint her.

"Ooooooh, I see! When did you meet your Mistress? How long have you been with her and stuff?"

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 Wow, ok, we were getting into background stuff. And more importantly, background about his beloved companion. He stole a look to the giant bird on his shoulder, and smiled as he stroked her feathers. It wasn't his normal, creepy grin, it was more of a genuine thing, something that can't just be sprited. In that moment, he was a human rather than the monster he acted out.

"The mistress just entered the mortal world. Hurt, an infant. She extended her powers, made me her slave. I don't mind though,"

 The slave part wasn't exactly far fetched, he could still remember the nights he spent up, nursing the chick back to health, hating his life because he was always so tired and never knew if he could save her. The memory prickled tears at the banks of his eyes. What would he have done if he hadn't saved her? He cracked another grin, this time exposing his grooved teeth.

"Usted puede oír lo que estoy diciendo, ¿no? Tú sabes que Te amo, ¿no?"

  He whispered in his native tongue to the bird, giving her a kiss on the forehead before turning back to the girl, hopefully she didn't notice his glossed over eyes. Hopefully.

"Señorita Kato, what do you do?"

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Pokemon AU

Am I going to do this for every group I’m in? Probably yeah.

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Pokemon AU

Am I going to do this for every group I'm in? Probably yeah.

-AKINA-

-And I know nothing about Kylie or Yasu oopsie-