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#fave #heart eyes!!!!!#in more ways than one

causticcarnival

❊ a new pair of shoes // prologue // hitomi + manami ❊

shsltypist

hitomi-kamiya:

The kirigami artist watched as Manami took the book and looked through it, clearly ecstatic about having it in her possession. The look on Hitomi’s face was a mixture of boredom and something that resembled disgust, but it might’ve just been the carnival lighting, in all honesty.

As Manami continued through the pages, Hitomi bent down to pick up the aloe plant. She made an actual face of disgust at the flopping fish, though. At the mention of being repayed, Hitomi shook her head.

“N-No need for that-”

She argued with a smile but Manami seemed insistent. In fact, the more Manami kept talking about how great of a situation this was, the more her smile turned into one of discomfort.

“Y-Yeah, it’s… the absolute sweetest. I’m glad I made your day.”

She forced the edges of her mouth to stretch across her face just a little more for just a little longer. Her eyes glanced over at the fish for a moment, which was still flopping, barely, but still trying its best.

“The fish… I don’t know what to do with it. It’s going to die if it just stays there, isn’t it? I’m not a fish person.”

Something was bothering her about the comments Manami made, but she decided to go a different route and put on a mischeivous smile, snickering to herself.

“I mean if I were then I wouldn’t be here probably, right? Fish people have it easy… they don’t have to be stuck in a carnival because of the ‘kiwwing’ outside…”

Where’s the soap? Hitomi feels like she has to wash out her mouth after saying that out loud. Despite the lighthearted tone she was putting on, the troubling thoughts were still in her head.

“How… did that album get in there though, isn’t that freaking you out a bit?”

Unfortunately, Manami was totally oblivious to Hitomi's discomfort. It looked like she had finally gotten to the empty pages. In a single moment, it was like a light bulb had gone off! She held out the open album just a little bit, pointing excitedly to the blank page.

"Well, if there's nothing I can do as a favor to repay you now...Then how about I immortalize you in this album as the first new memory of this place? All these blank pages were intended for good memories with nice friends, after all...You've been pretty friendly, and this is a good moment, so...I want to keep you in my archives."

She looked at Hitomi eagerly, seeking approval for the idea. Oh, wait, she had forgotten one little thing...

"I know I don't have a camera, or any pictures I can put in there, but until I do, I can just write your name, and talent, and the stuff on your ID or something! Does that sound okay?"

When the topic of conversation changed though, Manami was happy to switch as yet another thought struck her! Things had turned around so quickly, it must've been a new record for the typist.

"Ah, you might still be here, though. There's a fisherman here, Kita-san...Kumi Kita, she's allegedly very strong - strong enough to fight and defeat the legendary Kraken beast. Even she's been taken along with the rest of us, though. A bit strange, but, at least there's someone we can give the fish to. If anyone would know how to keep a fish alive, it’d be her, right? Or are fisherman more like butchers and killers than lifesavers? Hm..."

By this point, Manami had closed the album and held it tightly in both arms, pressed against her chest. Such a cherished item! She shook her head at Hitomi's question, perhaps even seemed the tiniest bit amused.

"No, I think I understand how it got in there. Someone wanted to know all about me, so they dug through all of my personal effects. Then, they took that album, and brought it here! There aren't many pages full anyway, so there's no use in someone else holding onto it until its absolutely full. I wonder if there’s any of your things in there..."

Manami sounded calmly manner-of-fact about the matter.

#ic #cc #hitomi #hitomi kamiya #@ hitomi im so sorry

causticcarnival

🐟(Ab)normal Days - Salt Lake City - Kumi 🐟

shsltypist

shslfishie:

Kumi’s eyes light up at her words, her thumb returning to her chest once more, pride meter at its peak. Of course! Who better than to look out for everyone in a situation like this? The one, the only, Kumi Kita, Super High-School Level Fisherman !!!!!

“You’re absolutely right, Nemoto-San!! It’s weird that we’re in this situation, trapped in a carnival n’ all, but maybe we’re all here for a reason, ya know? I just feel it!! But I promise, no matter what I’ll make sure to protect everyone with my life!!”

Shit, her throat was dry, though. Confidence aside, she really could’ve used a drink before screaming session 2.0, unfortunately. Allowing her arms to fall lax, she offers Manami a sheepish smile, agreeing to her words.

“Yeah, I’d like that. There are a lot of stands out around here, wanna see if we come across somethin’ nice? A drink would do us both some good ”

At this, Kumi glances around, composed. Most people would be shaken up in a mystery situation like this, but give her line of work, she was always prepared for the worst.

Not that it would happen, she assured herself internally.

Manami didn’t feel as especially hopeful as her peer (pier?), but nonetheless appreciated her confidence. The vow of protection was also a big comfort, and it brought a tiny smile to the girl's face. It was never a bad idea to have strong people in your corner, after all.

"Such devotion is admirable, Kita-san...I hope everyone here is worthy of that kind of protection. You wouldn’t want to waste your strength on a dirty personality, or anything."

At Kumi's suggestion to find a stand, Manami looked around a bit nervously. She didn't know her way around just yet, or where anything was, really, so she couldn't exactly lead Kumi towards a definitive drink station. She wasn't great at exploring, either, and was pretty confident whatever direction she picked would be the wrong one. How could she have offered something she couldn't provide? How could this situation be fixed?

"Sure...That would be fine. Would you rather just wander until we find something, or do you want to try and find some kind of map? It shouldn't be so hard to find, but we're in an unfamiliar place where it could be anywhere...I don't really have an idea of where to go, either, um..."

As awkward as she felt, Manami hoped her statement had at least been of some help, even if it was marginal.

#ic #cc #kumi #shslfishie

causticcarnival

❊ a new pair of shoes // prologue // hitomi + manami ❊

shsltypist

hitomi-kamiya:

Hitomi’s strange trance was broken the moment she felt someone walk up right behind her and begin speaking. She jumped slightly, but tried to play it off as if she hadn’t. The hair on her neck stood on end as she carefully turned her head to see where the voice was coming from.

It was another student. A bright smile formed on her face as she lifted her card, looking at the other. She then, without a word moved her hand to use her card three times, completely disregarding the purple-haired girl’s words of warning. As the items were making their way, she turned back to face the machine, crossing her arms again.

“Well then, it still won’t hurt to see what I get. Not like these token things can be used for anything else, right?”

She turned again, moving away a bit so the girl wasn’t standing directly behind her, but instead, next to her. There was some hesitation in her face, but eventually Hitomi put her id in her back pocket and then put her hands by her side. She bowed slightly and smiled politely.

“My name’s Hitomi Kamiya, and you are…? Other than disappointed in your items, I mean,”

She put a fist to her mouth and smiled a bit at her own joke. Finally, she saw the items come out of the machine. Hitomi began reaching for the first item until she realized that it was….alive?

With a deadpan expression, Hitomi watched the fish flop out of the machine. She stared at it for a few seconds, then turned to Manami, then looked back at the fish. What was going on here.

“U-Uhm…”

Confusion washed over her features as she tried to understand the situation. Luckily, her second item came out soon after. This time, she picked up the aloe plant and held it up to the light to see it better. She put the plant down on the ground next to her, away from the flopping fish, and waited for her last item.

“I’m not touching the fish.”

As if to ease the awkward tension in the air, she gave a breathy laugh and looked towards Manami at the fish comment.

When she saw the album come out of the machine, the first thing that she prayed for was that it’d be empty. She doesn’t mind making new memories- why not! They’re only here forever, after all. With careful hands she picked it up and opened it slowly.

Immediately, she slammed it shut and closed her eyes. Holding out the book to Manami’s chest, she cleared her throat with what sounded like annoyance.

“I think this is yours. I don’t want it.”

Opening her eyes slowly, she didn’t make eye contact, but after a few moments, she realized how harsh her tone was. Hitomi’s head turned ever so slightly and a small, somewhat fake-looking smile appeared on her face. Her eyes shifted back to the fish for a moment.

“Do you think I’ll get in trouble for leaving that fish there?”

Nice topic change.

The typist wasn't too upset that her advice went unheeded. Hitomi was gonna do what Hitomi was gonna do, after all, and it didn't make much of a difference to Manami whether she got some lame items or not. Plus, she did bring up a good point (though preferably Manami would opt for not using the tokens at all if it were for something pointless, but, y'know).

"I'm Manami Nemoto. It's nice to meet you, Kamiya-san."

Her introduction was dry as sandpaper in the desert, and she didn't seem to be visibly impressed by Hitomi's joke. She only shrugged when the fish came out, unsure what to offer as any kind of explanation. What expectations could one possibly have for a mysterious prize machine such as this? What reasoning could there be, other than for disappointment (just like she'd warned about).

The first sign of emotion in Manami during the conversation appeared when a big book was suddenly shoved towards her. What's this? Her's? She opened up the first few pages, and what had been confusion had now just turned into a great big smile!

"Big brother!! And dad too!!! Oh my goodness, thank you so, so much Kamiya-san! I'm so glad to have this, at least. Now I can’t ever forget the faces of my family! Oh, I don't know how I can repay you! Maybe I can take that gross, smelly, slimy fish for you too, if you don't want it? Please just let me know, I can't let something like this go un-returned!"

She paused for a moment, absolutely giddy. She flipped through a couple more pages, delighted at the memories pictured. It didn’t really register with her how much Hitomi didn’t seem interested in it. Instead, she just carried on, absolutely giddy.

"I was wrong about this whole machine...It's actually pretty flattering~! Someone went through all of the trouble to find such a personal item...And then they hid it away, to give it back as a gift! Isn't that the sweetest, Kamiya-san?"

Oh, how the tables have tabled in this interaction.

#ic #cc #hitomi #hitomi kamiya

causticcarnival

❊ a new pair of shoes // prologue // hitomi + manami ❊

shsltypist

causticcarnival:

Hitomi had enough of just sitting around doing nothing. As much as the carnival setting didn’t excite her, she knew that if they were going to be here for a while, she better make some use of her time.

It was almost as if she was avoiding the crowds, but really, she was just looking for something interesting to do. She noticed a bunch of people around the claw machine earlier, but why wait around and risk standing there for who knows how long just to get an item when you could do it later? It just made sense.

So when the claw machine was finally free to use, Hitomi made her way up to it and crossed her arms. She stared intently at the machine, trying to figure out what to do and not make herself look like a complete fool. Tapping her id against her upper arm, she seemed lost in thought- or possibly just completely at a loss as to what she was supposed to do.

Manami had quite the eventful day, spent socializing with a myriad of interesting people. Unfortunately, she could only take so much interaction before getting drained. Talking was not one of her strong suits, and she needed a break. But when she tried to settle down in her room, an intrusive sense of loneliness and frustration hit. She'd had nothing to do again! So, she decided she'd go and start memorizing the different rooms available. That would be a good, helpful use of time until she was tired enough to crash.

Manami grabbed the protein bar she'd gotten from the vending machine earlier and headed back in the direction of the arcade center. She hadn't been terribly impressed with her other loot, and it only stung a little bit more when she sat there for a bit and watched others get items that were ten times more interesting. So lame!!

When she arrived, she immediately noticed the kirigami artist standing at the claw machine. It looked like she was yet to use her card yet, which meant it was possible she was still considering it. As much as the typist didn't feel like talking to anyone else, she thought maybe she could save the stranger some disappointment. So, she approached, standing perhaps a little too close behind, and abruptly spoke up.

"Hey. I wouldn't bother with that thing...It's full of disappointment and mediocrity. You would have better odds of finding something more useful at one of the vending machines."

#ic #cc #hitomi #hitomi kamiya

causticcarnival

The Carnival's Edge - Tsukasa - Prologue

shsltypist

ultimateghostgirl:

Tsukasa wasn’t the least bit deterred by the rather deadpan response, listening patiently to Manami as she rocked on the back of her heels. By how much she seemed to bounce and move despite just standing around, it seemed like Tsukasa had a lot of energy to spare.

“I’m sure Usami-sensei was just exaggerating! I don’t think we’ll be here for years, or at least I hope we don’t. I can’t imagine eating carnival food forever, haha.”

Her almost neon green eyes kept darting from place to place, now bouncing on the balls of her feet. Does she ever calm down? Realizing she was just short of an introduction, Tsukasa had stopped bouncing.

“Oh yeah! I forgot to introduce myself, sorry!”

She tilted her head to the side, a humorous if not apologetic expression on her face as she tapped her head with the joints of her closed fist. She lowered her hands to rest in front of her as she bowed politely.

“My name is Tsukasa Kishimoto! I’m a paranormal investigator, it’s nice to meet you!”

After that moment of surprisingly calm politeness, Tsukasa’s tone shifted back to an excited one as she leaned forward, almost like she had no concept of personal space as she stared directly into Manami’s eyes.

“What about you? What’s your name? Your hairband is really cute and I like the flower on your shirt! Is it a pin or is it actually real?”

Her mouth was running a mile a minute as she waited excitedly for a response.

Tsukasa's optimism and energy was appreciated, although Manami was less hopeful about the situation. Did an exaggeration count as a lie? Was it just a different form? It was getting more difficult by the second to try and understand Usami and her motives. Frankly, Manami didn't want to think about it anymore. She nodded at Tsukasa's food sentiment.

"I hope so. Carnival food is nice for a novelty, but they're never made to last."

If there was one thing that stuck out to Manami, it was how expressive Tsukasa was! It was so interesting to watch how she'd emphasize her points with big, energetic gestures. So articulated and clear...It was quite admirable, at least to Manami. She wondered how she could do it with such ease.

However, when the blue-clad girl had suddenly articulated right up into Manami’s face (and with intense eye contact no less!), she couldn't help but lean backwards a bit. The unexpected compliments didn't make it any easier. It took a moment to process, but soon enough Manami had returned the stare with one just about as equally intent. It was only slightly diminished by her (failing) efforts not to blush.

"A-ah...It's nice to meet you, K-kishimoto-san. I'm Manami Nemoto, I’m a typist and, um...Thank you! I-it's not real, but...I think it'd be sad to watch it wither, so...Having it as a pin keeps it pretty for a long time...I love the real flowers too, though, and...I like your eyes, that's a very lovely shade of green...And your hair...Is a very cute style..."

#ic #cc #tsukasa #ultimateghostgirl #typist machine broke

causticcarnival

🐟(Ab)normal Days - Salt Lake City - Kumi 🐟

shsltypist

shslfishie:

Kumi’s eyes shut automatically, a cheek splitting grin enveloping her face; this person was surely something odd, and in the best way possible. She couldn’t help but allow a few mellow chuckles to escape her, offering the other a half-bow.

“Kumi, Kumi Kita! Nice to meetcha, Nemoto-san!! And thanks, ya girl got a lil’ roughed up before her first day, but I’m glad they look cute!!!”

Roughed up? Kumi, please. She swells with pride at the thought though, proudly pressing the pad of her thumb against her chest, her sweater dipping from the pressure.

“I’ll have ya know I’m the toughest fisherman out there!! Kraken trembles before me, that is, if they were brave enough to face me!!— and oh, I’m just really thirsty. I don’t think a’ that yellin’ helped either, oops.”

With that out of her system, she relaxes once more, looking up to Manami. She was cute, to be honest, her hair curling towards her cheeks in a manner that Kumi found endearingly adorable.

“Say, you just as lost to the situation as I am? Don’t worry though, good ol’ Kumi’s gotcha covered!! We can figure it out, I promise ya that.”

Kumi Kita. The name sure rolled off the tongue nice. Or was that just because of Kumi's way of talking?

And then, as she continued talking, Manami's eyes widened. Surely she didn't mean the legendary sea beast? She only vaguely remembered learning about it years ago, but she could still recall that it was described with a lot of ferocity that terrified all the sailors that encountered it. If this girl had the kind of power and strength to terrify something like that...Well, her classmates were a lot more talented than Manami first thought!!

Her amazement was plain on her face, clear as day. She'd even offered to keep Manami covered! Wow!! Manami certainly wasn't going to pass that up! She nodded in agreement with Kumi's last statement.

"I am lost, I think, but...Well, when there's such strong people around like you, Kita-san, I don't have any worries or doubts."

Something struck the typist though. It was, arguably, the first real question she had about their overseer. She tapped a finger to her chin, her normal, serious expression returning with a bit of contemplation.

"Though...It is a little strange. Why would our teacher think confining a person capable of defeating a giant monster inside a small carnival would be a safe or helpful solution? You wouldn't have anything to worry about outside, right? I guess maybe it'd be flattering, if it wasn't a whole class of people..."

She trailed off with a bit of uncertainty. Manami certainly didn't feel flattered when compared to this great fisherman. Of course, that diminish her respect for Kumi, and indeed she had one more thing to bring up. Couldn’t just leave that hanging, right?

"I don't have anything to drink with me right now, but I can try to find something if you'd like?"

#ic #cc #kumi #shslfishie

causticcarnival

(Ab)normal Days - It's Just Forever - Manami

shsltypist

littlemisshoudini:

Er- …what?

Having expected at best a cross telling-off, and at worst physical retaliation, Nana is left flabbergasted when the girl she’s harassed looks up at her, sincerely confused, asking if there was anything she could do to help.

It leaves her speechless for a brief moment. She hadn’t expected to be taken literally.

“Uh… uh, well…” Nana stammers at first, blinking down at the purple-headed peer. When she notices her reaching out to push herself up off the dirt, Nana reflexively juts out a hand in offering to assist her. “Hey, here, let me-!”

(Once she tugs her up, the escape artist gives a small “alley-oop!”)

(Force of habit.)

“I mean, to be real wit’cha, I ain’t too big on this whole… ‘field trip for the rest of our lives’ jam…?” She finally articulates her thoughts with a shrug as punctuation. “So, I was thinkin’ I’d try ‘n’ set to work on gettin’ us out of here. I mean, maybe the world really is shit, but… since I can’t remember a damn thing about the world bein’ shit, I’d like to see for m’self if, like… if we just gettin’ lied to or somethin’, yanno? I feel like there’s some sinister vibes up in this bitch, ya dig?”

Manami was surprised to see the person that had just given her a hard nudge with a boot, suddenly offer a hand to help her up. She was grateful (if a bit perplexed), and took the help without hesitation. What could've caused such a reaction? The stuttering? Despite her curiosity, Manami didn't say anything.

Once she was back on her feet, Manami dusted herself off just a bit and listened intently to what Nana was saying. She'd brought up quite a few good points, not the least of which was that they should be trying to uncover a way out first and foremost. It made so much sense, Manami was kicking herself for not even bothering to come up with it too!

The possibility they were being lied to was also a big note. Was that the reason Usami couldn't give her answers? Because there were no true answers? How vile! How can they be protected if they aren't allowed to know the truth? Or remember anything? Now that she thought about it...Manami couldn't recall any concrete evidence, either, and she knew her memory was one of her strongest assets!

"Yeah, I think I do 'dig.' You're right, there's something sinister about this. A malicious kidnapping for no reason...How disgusting...Urgh..."

Manami sighed, twiddled her fingers a little bit. Her next statements were far less confident than the previous.

"To be honest with you...I'm...not really very smart, like you are. I didn't even think of all those things until you mentioned them. But, now that I know...I can still try and do something. I'm not so good at figuring things out, but I can spot things...remember them. Well...most of the time, anyway.

“Say, um..Do you have a plan?”

#swearing #ic #cc #nana #littlemisshoudini #ggg im sorry this is so long orz

causticcarnival

(Ab)normal Days - It's Just Forever - Manami

shsltypist

littlemisshoudini:

What bothered Nana about the rabbit girl’s whole spiel, honestly, was her

stupid

babyish

cutesy

speech

impediment.

Like, what the hell (not heck, they are not five!), she can barely comprehend a word you’re saying! The entire explanation of the outside situation was met with small groans and massaged temples as Nana attempted to decode in her mind what exactly was being told to her and her classmates. Call her irritable, or even just plain slow, but the sound grated on her ears in a way that her brain rejected with full force. Even the sounds of her peers’ chatters among one another - questioning, cheering, yelling - they made Nana’s head pound with every harsh syllable.

Was there anywhere at this freak show to get a painkiller? This migraine was going to split her in half.

At least the others began to disperse in other directions, opposite the way which Nana chose to venture, leaving her to explore their “forever home” in peace and solitude. With the creepy atmosphere inherent to all fairgrounds and the pulsating lights that advertised rides and games, she couldn’t see herself being able to stand holding residence here for very long…

But it seems she had no choice. After throwing herself quite violently across the exit barrier of the carnival multiple times, Nana concludes that all it’s done is affirm their entrapment and worsen her headache.

She’s come back to it later. There must be a way for her to escape.

There always has been before.

When she turns back on her heel to go down the other dirt path, back toward the arcade, she runs into a shivering lump not but a few feet into her travels. An explosion of purple at the top of the lump was enough to discern who this lump was, but Nana couldn’t recall their name or face - nor did she very much care about either.

She kicks the tip of her dark purple boot into the stranger’s side, not giving enough force behind it to bruise her, but enough to get out her own frustration at being trapped and alone herself.

How is Nana’s family going to get on without her?

“This ain’t the fuckin’ time to be moping around, dipshit,” she spits, abrasive as ever.

Manami let out a gasp at the sudden kick. Immediately she wondered if she had initiated a fight without realizing. She looked at the boot she'd just got the business from, then drifted her gaze up the leg and quickly moved up to the face of its owner. She certainly didn't look happy, but also not like anyone Manami recognized, which was a bit of a relief.

She stared at the other for a few long moments, not breaking eye contact, before quickly looking off to the side. She considered Nana’s words seriously, as sharp as they were. If she had an idea of something Manami could do that'd be more productive, the typist would definitely be eager to hear it. Plus, getting into a fight wasn’t ideal at the moment.

"Hey...Why'd you do that? If we're here forever, I have plenty of time to mope, don't I? Or...is there something else I should be doing, that I didn't know about?"

She sounded more confused than anything. After she finished speaking, she reached behind her, trying to find something to hold onto so she could get back up on her feet.

#swearing #cursing #ic #cc #nana #littlemisshoudini #dont be i lov

causticcarnival

The Carnival's Edge - Tsukasa - Prologue

shsltypist

causticcarnival:

{ cw; slight self-harm }

“Stay here…forever…?”

Did she hear that just right? She wasn’t imaginging it, right?

To be fair, this whole situation could be taken as just one big realistic fever dream: waking up in a mystical carnival, a guide that looks like they stepped out of a magical girl anime, you’d be borderline ridiculous to believe in all of this. Well, unless you’re Tsukasa.

Despite the saccharine setting, Usami’s off-putting mood about the “outside world” didn’t get lost with Tsukasa. She felt her shoulders tense up. If the world has…“gone to heck” and people are being killed, what happened to their school? What about their families?

“…Taka-chan…Izumi…”

Before she knew it, Tsukasa had her nails dragging slightly into her arm. Even through the fabric of her oversized sleeves, she could almost feel her nails trying to rip through. She shook her head. Surely there’s an explanation to this! Who knows, maybe Usami is just…exaggerating! Probably.

Giving herself two firm slaps on the cheeks with both of her hands, Tsukasa puffed out her chest and sought out the first person she could find, waving her over sized sleeve as her voice boomed with cheerfulness.

“Sal-u-tations! Nice place we ended up, huh? How are you doin’, stranger?”

Manami herself had just gotten back into the game, as it were. After taking a short bit of time to mull over the situation, she felt (somewhat) ready to begin meeting the others. That was the job now, right? Meeting others? But where to start...

As it turned out, Manami didn't even have to look as she was taken aback by the sudden, loud greeting. It took her a second to process the sudden shock of blue in front of her, and another to realize the blue-sweater stranger was probably expecting a response in return. In a comparatively, absolutely dry response, Manami said,

"Hello. This place is certainly...unfamiliar. I just hope the 'niceness' of it won't wear off after a few years. It doesn't seem like there's a whole lot for us do to in here right now..."

The first question was easy enough to answer, although she felt her opinion of their location a bit lacking. Perhaps with time she could give a better, more interesting answer. Manami preferred to ignore Tsukasa's second question outright, having no solid answer for it, and instead brought up one of her own.

"I'm fine...We should introduce ourselves, shouldn't we? Our teacher instructed us to make friends with one another...And it would be rude to refer to you as 'Stranger-san' for all of time. May I ask your name...Not-stranger-san?"

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🐟(Ab)normal Days - Salt Lake City - Kumi 🐟

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The whole idea itself was noxious; a carnival with appointed rooms all at the price of a lifetime charge, for the sake of protecting them from the outside world? Concerning, to say the least, but Kumi wasn’t too phased given she just woke up from the best sleep she’d had in years.

Silently blinking away sleeps kiss, she fumbles on combing through her hair with her fingers, listening with mild interest to the two cute girls speaking before her; man, that sleep was so good, it’s the best thing since sliced bread! And the whole world going to .. heck?

She smiles. Hah, her speaking patterns were too cute! She was more than sure she could take anyone if it ever came to it. Fishermen weather through some gruesome things, and with guns like these, one pop to the jaw could set someone straight! Just like pop taught her.

“Ah, boy, I could really use somethin’ to drink right about now, huh? You can’t become inspector gadget when it feels like I’ve been neck deep in salt water for a week, huh?”

She looks up to the person closest to her, flashing them a confident smile. Her eyes are still kinda puffy, but nonetheless she seems more than comfortable picking up a conversation with a stranger– how typical of a fisherman.

“Say- what’s your name?”

Manami blinked, turned to face the person suddenly speaking up.

"My name?"

She was surprised at first to hear such a casual tone of voice. Working in an office environment for a few years really hurt Manami's sense of being 'hip with it' and being appropriately informal. Nonetheless, she would still answer the question, and she would do it with the unfortunate stiffness she'd been accustomed to.

"My name is Manami Nemoto. I'm very grateful to meet you. May I know your name also? And perhaps what you said earlier, something about saltwater? I didn’t quite catch that."

She paused, trying to think of something witty or nice or cool to add. The result was none of those things.

"Those bandages fit your face shape nicely."

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(Ab)normal Days - It's Just Forever - Manami

Manami walked along quietly and compliantly, still in a haze from waking up. She felt no sense of panic at first, and accepted the facts as they came to her. New rooms, IDs, all fine and right. But then, one particular statement jolted Manami into an awake, alert state.

“The world has gone to heck, out there. People are being kiwwed.”

It was hard for the girl to picture what kind of heck could be occurring outside, or the sheer severity of it. But hearing that people were being killed…What did that mean? Was it public? Was it private? Was a serial killer on the loose? A tightening knot twisted in her stomach and pushed her to ask aloud.

The response was…Well, she wasn’t sure what she had been hoping for, but it wasn’t necessarily that. Not having a solid answer was frustrating, but it didn’t look like asking again was going to get any better results. All darkness…What was that even supposed to mean? That doesn’t mean anything! And how was Manami supposed to gauge such a vague reaction?

Manami sighed and found a little spot on the ground to sit down at. She wrapped her arms around her legs, rested her head on her knees. If she was going to be here forever, for all of time…That meant she couldn’t call for big brother if anything went wrong, she couldn’t look to her family for guidance, she didn’t even have a job to do! Manami was all alone, all over again. She withdrew further, hiding her distressed expression behind her legs with a feeling of absolute disgust.

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Manami has a question for Usami: "You said people were getting killed outside. What do you mean by killed? Who's getting killed? Is it lots of people? Or just some? Do you know?"