isolation

room #163 0 - 0 - 0

[solitaryswords]

"Why is it still on fire, though." 

[solitaryswords]

Probably still sleeping.

[believeinjustice-blog]

Chamomile || Mami + Yuma

Usually Mami was the type of person that went to bed early. While some people prowled around the island at night brooding over their misfortune, Mami Tomoe got up early each morning for some peace and quiet with her tea. Tonight, however, was different. Mami had tossed and turned for over an hour before she’d finally hauled herself from her bed and dressed once more. Outside the hotel was silent and seemingly empty. A few shadows milled around near the ocean - shadows that Mami intended on avoiding.

Well, at least the ones with more than one person.

So it was that she approached a boy who stood apart from the others. Surely no one ever wished to be alone, right? Folding her hands behind her back, Mami came to a stop at his side - taking in the sight of the stars above them before turning her gaze to the male. “Good evening.” He didn’t seem much older than her. That meant he was safe, right? After all, someone her age never would harm another person. That was what she told herself as she kept that same gentle smile on her lips.

"Are you having trouble sleeping as well? I was going to make some tea…" And here Mami trailed. Her gaze fell from his face to his shoulder where a firefly had decided to rest. Gently, the female reached out and allowed the insect to crawl onto her finger before withdrawing. Gently blowing in it to prompt the firefly to take flight, Mami turned her attention back to Yuma and smiled cheerfully. "My apologies. As I was saying, I was planning on having tea to help me sleep. Would you like some as well? Being alone at night in a place like this isn’t particularly good for one’s mental health."

[solitaryswords]

Though the smoky dorms didn't bother him much, there's nothing wrong with wanting fresh air. He'd gone outside to take a walk, which he'd accomplished, he just didn't feel like returning to his room yet.

Does that make it fate that meeting her happened? Of course not, things like fate don't exist. That'd be illogical. Possibilities were programmed into his mind, too. Though it's easy to sort out what would be true and what is just plain ridiculous.

She seemed to be the cheerful type. It wasn't until a few minutes passed that he realized she had asked him a question. Tea-- but it seems that something else had caught her attention? A firefly. It's good that the bug didn't feel threatened by his very existence. In all probability, it probably recognized him as nothing more than a tree. Completely harmless and completely silent. 

"Sleeping isn't necessary for me. I don't want any tea, and my mental health is fine." Answered them all in one go, good job. When Yuma uses as few words as possible, he's proud. He doesn't want to be talked to. He doesn't want anyone to realize he even exists. If only he were invisible. That'd be ideal. 

Normally it works. Not this time, though. Maybe she'll get the hint and leave. He can always hope, you know? Conversation is so unnecessary most times. At least small-talk is. If it isn't an emergency, everyone should just shut up.

Silence is bliss.

[solitaryswords]

Too early.

Going back to bed.

[glacialsmoke]

honey i'm home { vy2 yuuma }

Who knew he’d be sleeping on land with two other people? Not him, that’s for sure. While the island is spacious on its own, he came to grow bored of wandering the same roads over and over through the course of the day— at the late evening, the orca takes his stroll back to the cabins. 

He figured he should at least check out where he’ll be spending the rest of his nights in. Until he’s allowed to leave, of course. Now, the orca did not pride himself in murder, oh no. Not at all. Swift and stealthy kills, now, those are for wussies. If his target’s beaten and bloody (as they typically are), he’d want the entire island to know.

It took awhile for his room mate to swing by. Within the next hour, the orca already settled in, lounging on his claimed mattress (the only available one that didn’t have shit piled up on the sheets), uncaring for the tobacco stench that stained the room within that window of time from his unhealthy habits.

Open a window, at least. "Hey." Absently, the orca greeted his room mate as he trails in. “You’re one of the kids I’m supposed to be staying with, right? Fun. Nice to meet ya, by the way. I’m sure we’ll be great pals.”

[solitaryswords]

Yuma isn't one for interaction, not unless it's started first. Luckily his roommate had decided to actually say something to him. 

It takes a few minutes to respond, as he's scanning through all of the possible things he could reply with. He tends to overthink things quite often. Really, he doesn't care what people will think of him for that response, he supposes it's just simply habit. People have always expected too much of him, that he knows and he's never had much to offer. 

Most people would end up frustrated, right? Not Yuma, though. Rarely ever does he get upset. So he just casually lies down on the bed he had claimed, moving some of his stuff over to the end of the bed. "Great pals, huh? I wonder." He's not exactly good at interaction, either. He's capable of it, of course, he's just never had much experience with it. Someone give this kid some practice.

The smoke wafting through the room wouldn't bother him, but he wonders about the other roommate. The one he hasn't had the pleasure of meeting just quite yet. Would it bother him? If it did, why? Why are people bothered by things in the first place? Oh, he's doing it again. Overthinking. He really should quit that.

[prestoregalia1]

"Huh? What? That’s so strange and gross!" 

[solitaryswords]

"It's not as if I haven't heard that before."

[prestoregalia1]

"What the hell do you mean with that?"

[solitaryswords]

"Everything about me is artificial." 

[prestoregalia1]

"Yes, you’re breathing."

[solitaryswords]

"Actually I'm not."

[prestoregalia1]

"That’s fine! I can help with that."

[solitaryswords]

"Uwaah, so many threats. Did I ever do anything to you?"

[prestoregalia1]

"Yes I just said it, I want it written on your grave."

[solitaryswords]

"My grave, huh? I'm kinda too young to die."

[prestoregalia1]

"Hm? Are you gonna stay staring at people all your life without saying anything like a creep, that’s repugnant."

[solitaryswords]

"If you say so."

[spectaculis-blog]

        "Nope, butcha do now. Name’s Yosafire! What’s yours?"

[solitaryswords]

"Yuma. Why are you talking to me?"

[spectaculis-blog]

        SLAPS HIS BACK AFFECTIONATELY.

        "Hey pal."

[solitaryswords]

Jolts up at that. "Um. Hello? Do I know you?" 

[solitaryswords]

Just staring at all of this conversation. Amazing.

[izayalogy-blog]

"That would be rather interesting." Something that might actually cause some sort of reaction among students, for sure- but, "I highly doubt that is the case however, either."

[solitaryswords]

"Man, you just keep shooting my ideas down." He yawns a bit. "Maybe they're a bit out there, but it's good to keep an open mind."

[izayalogy-blog]

"That might be probable, but seeing as how the number of students has risen slightly..highly unlikely."

[solitaryswords]

"Maybe they're multiplying. Like, cell-splitting as we speak. I wonder if someone here has that talent." 

[izayalogy-blog]

"So many new faces.."

[solitaryswords]

"Maybe they all got plastic surgery."