The old man in the rainy day song died.

"..Juro Nishimura. I was told that I am a Super High-School Level Mother Goose. That's all the introduction you'll get for now." [Affiliated with zetsuboacadamy! Open RP]

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its not munday but here a face

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Bad End Night (M!Anon Open Starter)

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She rolled back slightly and put her hands on his coat… until he’d put it over her, she hadn’t even realized how cold she was. Mayumi shuddered, pulling it tighter around her shoulders as she tested her legs… her feet still moved. Well one did, the other send a burning shot of intense pain when she tried to flex it, bad enough that she nearly threw up.

"…nnnghh… I… hospital…"

Mayumi licked her lips, trembling and taking another shuddering breath. Her breath was barely showing, even in the frigid air… was she that cold?

"…can’t walk… p-please, I need… help…"

She couldn’t even begin to tell what had happened to her body, everything just merged into a blur of pain, but whatever her injuries were, she needed to get to a hospital and soon.

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The man nearly winced himself when he saw how much pain simply moving her legs caused. Even before she spoke, it was clear that she wouldn't be going anywhere on her own. 

Juro's first instinct was to simply pick her up and carry her to a hospital on his own. However, he realized that this would pose a problem, as he still hadn't a clue where he was in this strange town, nor where a hospital might be found. He instead elected to follow the more practical and obvious procedure. Intending to call for an ambulance, he reached into his trouser pocket, pulling out his phone. Clicking the button on the side of the phone, he expected it to light up as it always had. But it didn't. He tried again. No light. Again. Nothing.

Dead. Perfect.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he returned his attention to his classmate. 

"...It seems I'll have to take you myself. I apologize if this hurts..."

Positioning himself just to her side, he slipped one arm around her waist and the other under her legs. Making sure he was able to support her fully, he stood slowly, bringing her up with him. She was still freezing. He held her close to his chest to make sure she warmed up at least a little. 

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Bad End Night (M!Anon Open Starter)

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Mayumi slumped forward slightly, squeezing her eyes tight. This wasn’t some kind of hallucination, right? Her mind wasn’t playing a scenario like this to try and get her to ignore her own dying body, right?

"…than… t-thank god…"

She didn’t resist at all, gently letting herself rest against him as he cut her arms free, hands twitching as she tried to see how well they still worked. Stiff, painful, aching… a stabbing pain in one, but they moved.

"…I… g-got unlucky."

She tried to push herself back against the wall, reaching down to try and peel the tape from her ankles, her hands scrambling uselessly against it.

"…I… i-it’s b-bad, e-eheh… f-fuck, I… I can’t…"

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As the man sat back on his heels, he once again noticed the biting cold that surrounded them both. She was completely uncovered and exposed. ...He didn't want to think of what would've happened had he not discovered her exactly when he did. 

While she picked in vain at the tape binding her ankles, he removed his suit's jacket. After draping it over her shoulders, he turned his attention to her legs. Gently pushing her hands aside, he carefully sliced through her bindings there. Questions rattled his brain and poured from his mouth.

"Is anything broken? Who did this? Can you move? Do you need to go to a hospital?" His voice was steady, but if one listened closely enough, they might be able to hear a tinge of worry coloring the usually-monotonic tone.

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Bad End Night (M!Anon Open Starter)

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"Nnngh…!"

She grunted through tightly grit teeth as arms slipped around her body… they were gentle, and for that she was thankful. She hurt enough without someone manhandling her, and even sitting up made her head spin.

Mayumi tried to look at the person who’d helped her, but it was all… a mess. Dim, blurred, she couldn’t even make out their face, closing her eyes instead. She panted slightly, trying to force her lungs to keep working on her.

"…ghh… I… y-yeah."

Actually, now that she was thinking about it… even if she hadn’t seen their face, that voice was familiar, wasn’t it? Deep, even-toned…

"…..J-ju…ro?"

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He nodded. "Yes, it's me."

Inspecting her, Juro saw that her hands were bound with tape. It wasn't usually like him to carry around weapons, as he hardly ever had a need for them, but when he heard of this town's rather less-than-reputable nature... Well, he had taken some precautions.

Fishing a small pocket knife from his jacket pocket, he flipped it open. He slipped an arm around her back and leaned her forward slowly to where her head was resting on his shoulder so he could get at her bound wrists. Working quickly, he freed her wrists and spoke as he did so.

"What happened? Are you- no, how badly are you hurt?" It was clear from a simple glance that she was injured, he realized. How badly...and where, for that matter, were a mystery to him.

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((i HaVE  60 F OLLOWERS WH A TTHE HEC KIE??????????????????))

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Bad End Night (M!Anon Open Starter)

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The figure below his hands moved at his touch, immediately writhing as if trying to curl up. As if trying to protect herself. His words didn’t hit Mayumi immediately, just the feeling, the realization that someone was there, someone she didn’t know, someone she couldn’t protect herself from, not like this.

The stabbing pain from trying to escape nearly made her sick, and it was as she panted and tried to keep conscious that she realized what he’d said.

Are you alright?

Oh god. Oh god, he wasn’t…

She had to spit again, emptying her mouth of bile and blood before speaking, her voice barely a hoarse gasp, but she couldn’t let him go. She had to say SOMETHING…!

"…h-hhkk…! He…h-help…"

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Juro drew back his hand as the girl thrashed, twisting and writhing desperately, just trying to escape. He waited until she was in something of a calmer state to speak again. In the dim light, he didn't yet recognize who it was, nor had he had any suspicion. 

That is, until she spoke.

At her words, he froze. Recognition flooded his mind. He knew that voice, but simply couldn't place where...

Shaking off his thoughts, he wrapped his arms around her to gently help her sit up, leaning her against the back wall of the alley. When she was safely sitting, he reached up to slowly tug the bag up and off of her head. 

He stopped once more when, in the dull light that filtered in from the street, he recognized the beaten, bloody girl sitting in front of him.

"...Hanezuka-san?"

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Bad End Night (M!Anon Open Starter)

It wasn’t like Mayumi wasn’t careful when she went out after dark; she’d gotten into enough trouble to know better than that. She kept to the main streets at this time of night, kept her ears open for footsteps behind her, watched the faces of strangers as they passed, always wary for trouble.

She’d realized things were bad from the beginning, noticed a few too many people gathering in small groups behind her as she made her way home from her dad’s restaurant. When they’d finally made their move, she hadn’t been caught off guard, and she hadn’t been helpless. At least a half-dozen men would be off their feet for a while, she could be proud of that.

But there had been far more than a half dozen men, and they’d had far more than just fists.

Now she shuddered, trying her best to breathe through her mouth, her nose shattered beyond the point of use. The stabbing pain in her chest with each small movement made it clear that they’d broken some bones… as if the taste of copper in her mouth hadn’t tipped her off to that.

Mayumi spit out a mouth full of blood, shuddering, the world spinning as she forced herself to roll over, desperately trying to figure out where she was. The day had been a blur, men yelling and pain, god, so much pain… feet and clubs and fists slamming into her, pinning her to the ground, laughter, her snarls… when had they even let her go? Was she even free…?

Her arms and lets were still bound with duct tape, though they’d yanked away the strip over her mouth after she’d passed out… and there was something over her head, a bag or something, not that it particularly mattered, she’d get it off in time.

There was air… so she was outside, right? The rumble of cars passing in the distance, the howls of stray dogs… this surface below her body was pavement, she was almost certain. They’d let her go… right? She… she was surely free… right…? They… wouldn’t come back for her…?

Mayumi Hanezuka lay in a small alley, a town away from her home, prone on the ground of an abandoned street, her blood staining the ground below her as she forced herself to stay conscious. She would definitely… not let herself be defeated like this. Not like this.

God… she wouldn’t… right…?

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Juro had never enjoyed evenings like this. Visiting a new town was a good thing on occasion, but not when such a visit was not only required, but forced by his editors. Book signings, such as the one he had left hours before, were his most dreaded headache having to do with his work. He hardly even looked like himself in the suit he was wearing, with his piercings removed and hair undyed, showing it's natural dark brown color. He was hardly recognizable as himself if one didn't care to look.

The tall man sighed as he walked along the narrow street. Wandering like this helped him clear his mind of the rush and clamor that had been his afternoon, the only consequence being that he now had no idea where he actually was in relation to his hotel. The night was chilly, something he appreciated as the cold nipped at him even through the long sleeves of his suit and shirt. He vaguely thought that anyone unprotected in this weather would surely be in a bad way.

Just as he had that thought, however, he saw such an unprotected person skulk out from one of the narrow alleys pockmarking the street. The man was soon followed by a few of his supposed friends, all looking around to keep an eye on all other passers by. Seemed suspicious enough, but Juro didn't really care to engage them.

Approaching the alley from which the unpleasant crowd streamed, he threw a glance down the dead-end corridor. There was nothing unusual, really. A few trash cans, stray trash bags, some abandoned boxes, and...

No.

Couldn't be.

A human figure lay crumpled just near the back, blood staining the ground around her. Juro froze, unsure what exactly to do. He took a breath, gathering his thoughts, before looking around to see if any of the delinquents still remained. When he saw that there were indeed none, he strode into the alleyway towards the figure.

When he reached her, he knelt, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She was alive, it appeared, but he was unsure if she was conscious or not.

"...Are you alright?"

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im not even gonna

attempt to work on this more toinght om g

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god help me

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im a shitty excuse for a human being please dont attempt to be around me ill only fuck things up

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sometimes i think about how shitty my characters are and how terrible i am at designing them and how badly i rp and just

sorta

laugh at my own incompetence 

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im

pathe tic and weak and im a terrible person how do i even have friends hahahahahahaha

[neuewelle]

Dirty Dancing | Open RP | Zetsubo Academy

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Hisoka stopped her bouncing, her laughing, and her smiling. In an instant, she’d gone from the bubbly little cheerleader she so often acted like to calm, serious, and utterly alone. She didn’t respond for a moment, simply dropped down onto her bed heavily and avoided his eyes.

When she finally did meet them, her expression was more genuinely, seriously conflicted than she’d ever appeared before. The brunette, who often acted like a four-year-old, now resembled one in appearance. In short, she looked entirely too vulnerable for anyone to be comfortable.

"Nishimura-kun, I can’t. I just…I can’t. I want to, seriously. I really want to go, I want to have fun and dance and fall stupidly in love with music and boys I’ll never see again. But I just can’t anymore. You’ll…you don’t understand.”

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Juro watched as her mood shifted once more. What he had said seemed to have flipped another switch, and not a good one. He stayed quiet as the athlete's child-like energy disappeared. Her vulnerability was clear, but he hadn't any idea how to react to it.

When she met his eyes, he stared back into hers, his gaze softening as it always had when she began looking how she currently did. It was true, he didn't understand what could be wrong. He didn't know what reservations she had about such an event. He didn't know why she was acting the way she was.

"You're right, I don't understand. However, I'm afraid to say, it's not a matter of choice in this instance."

He didn't like it, but that was just how it was.

[neuewelle]

Dirty Dancing | Open RP | Zetsubo Academy

[neuewelle]

"Because I fucking hate EVERYTHING," was the muffled reply, Hisoka’s mouth busy being stuffed into the carpeting. "I’ve decided to just, like, fuck it. Become a goat. Goats don’t have to dance. They just have to goat. No one ever tells a GOAT it has to touch people, oh noooooo. Goats can just jump on shit and bleat or baa or what the fuck ever AND EAT TIN CANS AND POOP I’M LIVING THE DREAM, JURO. LIVING THE DREAM."

Her rant over, she flopped up and onto her bed, a dramatic whine coming out of her throat in the process. A split second later, she’d bounded up once more, this time fully on her feet and staring at Juro dead on, apparently in disbelief.

"GodDAMN, Lucy Goosey! Since when are you a hottie with a body?" The athlete wondered, eyes open in genuine appreciation.

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Juro stood in the doorway, unaffected by the girl's display of boundless energy. By now, he had gotten used to such outbursts and odd rants from her, so this one came as no surprise. 

Leaning on the frame of the door and crossing his arms, he elected to ignore both her comment and the apparent new nickname she had tacked onto it. Instead, he thought back to the bear's assertion that this ball was in fact mandatory, and he didn't know what would happen should one not go.

"That thing said we must go. It wouldn't be wise to disobey." 

[neuewelle]

Dirty Dancing | Open RP | Zetsubo Academy

The brunette flipped her arrow-straight hair over one shoulder. She’d straightened it for an hour that morning, having had nothing better to do…

Although it would appear now she had something better to do.

A dance, though. Hisoka swallowed the little moisture that was in her mouth as her eyes blurred, tears threatening to spill over. It’s not like she could have any fun at one of those. Was that stupid bear doing this on purpose?She couldn’t even touch anybody who she’d even be marginally comfortable with going with, and it’s not like she could go by herself.

(She could, of course, but as an athlete, and a very attractive one at that, Hisoka was never lacking in boys to parade on her arm. So to go to a party without an escort would be, to her, blasphemous.)

Biting her lip, she flopped down on the floor of her bedroom, stubbornly leaving the door open. If Keiko wanted it closed, she could close it her own goddamned self. 

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The tall redhead stood in his room, eyeing the suit mask that he was to wear for the soon-to-be masquerade ball. Just a few moments prior to returning to his room after the announcement, he had heard the sounds of the other students getting all dressed up. Some were excited for such an even, but others dreaded it. Juro supposed he was middle of the road on the matter.

Both wearing formal clothing and attending dances were of no worry to him. His parents had been rather adamant that he learn to ballroom dance, and had him take lessons and practice frequently. While he didn't enjoy the art, he could certainly manage. 

Besides, it was mandatory, so what could he do.

The writer sighed and went about putting on the suit, leaving off both the tie and mask. Other students had already begun filing upstairs to the ballroom, so he supposed he might as well get going as well. 

Making his way through the hall, he noticed that a few doors were open, through one of which he saw not excited students dolling themselves up, but a girl-shaped lump laying on the carpet.

He stopped and took a step toward the door. Tilting his head slightly, he spoke up. 

"Is there a reason for your being on the floor?"

[zetsuboacademy]

Arata Yuu's Extracurricular Dance Lesson

Welcome, all, to our exclusive Masquerade event! As you all are aware, the second floor has opened up and have demonstrated how much attention is payed to the leisure of our students! Upupupu! With that, our second floor also includes a ballroom for that very reason! Ready yourselves, students! As, this is a requirement to both attend, participate, and dress up! Full costume is absolutely mandatory! If you fail to regard these rules, you’ll be sure to have a miserable week full of torture! Bwahaha, so it’s in your best opinion to do so!

Requirements:

Come fully dressed! This means dresses, masks, and suits or vests with appropriate pants and shoes.

While at the event, you must waltz with at least one other person of the opposite gender!

This would mean, you are also required to be skilled or have learned how to waltz and ballroom dance. If you do not know how, learn it from someone who does! I’m sure there’s at least two of you out there who are skilled in this field.

There will be no contemporary music whatsoever, so any modern styles of dancing is not allowed either. Keep the style toward the music playing! Same thing applies to your clothing! Keep it in the style of the ball.

Nothing of the sort relating to sexual activities is allowed at this ball! It is absolutely forbidden, and a punishable offense!

It is also required that you stay for the whole length of the ball. No exceptions. There are bathrooms inside, and food will be provided for you.

[Time Duration of Event: 1 week.]

[Side note + Reminder: Anyone who is dead can always participate in the events!]

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ok theres something that 

really disturbs me that ive noticed

you know those things that are like "your character sees mine sleeping naked" or "your character hears mine moaning out your characters name in their sleep"

should a character start doing something to another character while theyre sleeping and unable to give consent (which is what i'm sure happens a hecka lot)

that

is

rape