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shak's shack pizza, how may i help you? ▲▼▲ pierce m. moshe [shsl pizza deliveryboy] {{alive//AoD2}}

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none pizza w/ left beef || [aod2 closed] || {kiku}

Bridges were slowly becoming Pierce's favourite place. After all, what saved him from another shameful loss, right? It even produced a lovely(?) bonding session with the resident narrator, if you could call it bonding. Whatever it was, it didn't end terribly, so he didn't mind. Not that anyone would know if he minded or not in the first place, of course. That didn't matter right now anyway. His new fondness for bridges had managed to make him branch out a bit more, and rather than hang around on the first island all the time like the loser he was, he finally ended up exploring a little bit more. No, this was a joke, he didn't do this just because of bridges. He probably didn't actually give a damn about bridges. This is just wasting time.

He was on the third island, cheerfully walking its perimeter. He was having a good day, this pizza boy. The sun was shining (maybe), the weather was nice, he won a game of hide and seek, that got him a sweet, nifty walkie talkie. Wasn't sure what it was supposed to be for, but it was his now. He was probably in an okay enough mood that he was humming along to some weird foreign pop song, who really knows at this point. Whatever it was, he stopped when he spotted a certain Shrinking Violet and her dog companion, raising his hand to wave at her.

"<Hey, hey, you, you!> What's up? It's been a while, huh? You doin' okay, Violet?" He decided that now was as good a time as ever to go check up on the animal girl. She was hit pretty hard the last murder, and he never really got the chance to see if things were okay recently. Mostly because his mun stopped doing anything productive at all, but we don't have to get into that right now. He started making his way over toward her so he wasn't yelling or anything, and so that he could actually see her replies. 

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in which the narrator becomes a naval officer | pierce

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"Eheh, yeah, yeah, no more Noah talk," thumbs up, "no problem." He did wonder how long it’d take to actually build some sort of ark, though. There probably wasn’t enough material around to actually go through with something like that, but at the same time, imagine how fucking awesome it’d be to build a boat. Unfortunately their class didn’t seem to have a construction—. Note to self, talk to the construction worker. He definitely had to see what could be done about the whole flood thing. By the end of the motive, everyone would develop some terrible form of trench foot or something if it got bad enough, and Pierce wasn’t about to be okay with any of that.

Perhaps there already was someone drowned in the water, but the pizza boy didn’t exactly want to think that way. The two of them couldn’t exactly have a body discovery announcement go off, anyway, and that was probably the worst part. For a brief moment, he imagined having to somehow paddle through the water in hopes of finding a third person while dragging the dead body of another student along in the water with them. His smile twitched at the thought, but he managed to keep himself composed. “Four people sounds like a pretty low number, doesn’t it? I mean, there’s definitely places around that aren’t going to get soaked completely. I think. I hope. I mean, the island’s got an expert deliverer here, if anyone needs somethin’ done, that’s exactly what I’m here for, am I right or am I right? Well, whatever happens, I sure hope that no one drowns to death accidentally. That’d be… real unfortunate, especially under these circumstances.” 

Pierce didn’t mind the drafty room thing. He was okay with it. It’s better him than someone else, right? If only Rumi wasn’t stuck with him, she deserved a lot more than shitty blank walls. Probably. The invitation to join Ameya on her quest to find drowning people was a nice one, though. If only to keep out of the rain for a little bit. It was doing terrible things to his hair and he had no idea how he was going to fix it. “Nice. Okay. Here goes nothing.” He nodded, inspecting the table for a moment. Now was a perfect time to be a terrible human being.

He grabbed one of the table legs, trying to find a way to climb onto the makeshift raft, but instead he simply placed his foot down and tipped the entire thing to a terrible angle. Goodbye Ameya. Join the rest of us in our terrible experiences with rain.

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"The Narrator had actually decided this was going to happen ever since she realized that she said the words ‘learning experience’ in response to a bad situation, and even acknowledged the possibility of failure in the first place, but she still is somewhat disappointed with herself when the entire table boat tips over and dumps her mercilessly into the blrblrbblrbbblbbb."

That last drowning sound effect was the last thing she said before the expert deliverer expertly delivered her face-first into the water. The table actually didn’t come with, thanks to its ridiculous buoyancy, but the narrator was definitely underwater now. Now what she really needed was Jaws theme music before she uses her element of surprise to bite Shak’s fucking leg off. …Okay, no, she was a fool for trying to interact with the characters and set them off questing with her in a meaningful way, she deserved her watery comeuppance. It didn’t really matter that her hair would never be properly dry again.

After staying down in the swirling tide for just a little longer than you’d expect, she finally popped back up to the surface like a cork shot out of a celebratory wine bottle and spat a fountain of water in Shak’s stupid triangle shade face, even if he couldn’t possibly get any wetter by now, it was just the principle of the thing. It wasn’t like going swimming with all her clothes on wasn’t a trademark of hers by this point. She was The Mermaid and she wasn’t peeved by this development.

"Good idea, sociopathic pizza man! Should this expedition actually encounter a drowning person, the SS Table Boat would be required to actually transport them, in which case The Narrator would end up disturbingly soggy anyway in the name of helpfulness. Thank you for realizing the limits of her own supposed uninvolvement. She smiles a sharky and not at all suspicious grin before digging around in the rushing water for her lost paddle. Ah, right there. She then gives the pizza man a fond whap upside the head with it. You know, for luck. Everyone knows about the lucky properties of slapstick comedy and petty revenge. Alright, now what. Is he going to attempt to commandeer the ship or has he run out on his dickishness timer and now’s the time to go back to unassuming memer?"

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Pierce smiled (okay but what else did you expect him to do) as Ameya slowly slipped right into the water, keeping a hold on the table so it didn't float away or anything. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do that, but he did it anyway, because apparently table legs are really relevant to him now, for some reason. He quietly laughed to himself as he tried to find Ameya back. She did say she was good  at swimming, so it wasn't like she was going to drown or anything, he wasn't worried about that. He just needed to make sure that she wasn't going to rip his leg off or something. He needed those.

Thankfully he didn't get his leg bitten off, but he did get a face full of water spat at him. "How kind of the Narrator to do that. It really didn't make much of a difference, but he rolled his eyes behind his shades anyway, not that anyone would know that. In a return of the gesture, though, he reached up and wiped at his face as if it was just in the presence of some sort of gross scum. Like Narrator cooties. Ew, Narrator cooties." Why did this asshole have to mimic people writing in third person as dialogue is weird. Why did this asshole have to say such stupid things too. One day he was going to regret saying things like that and then he'll realise that he was a pizza idiot the entire time.

"The sociopathic pizza man, who wasn't sociopathic at all -come on, give him a break- just thought that the Narrator seemed a little too comfortable up there on her table raft. If we're going to be on the same boat, we've... gotta be on the same boat about things like this, okay. I'm sure there'll be lots of time to dry off before anything serious happens, don't worry, oh narrative one." He gestured toward the table with his free hand, he promised it was safe. He wasn't going to tip it over again. That would just be a dick move. So it was a dick move the first time, but he wasn't going to do that a second time. Give him some credit. 

"Nothin' to worry about here. The humble pizza boy would never do something like that a second time. He knows the difference between poking fun and being an asshole, come on. The Narrator underestimates his hospitality." He shook his head in mock disappointment. At least now they matched in how absolutely soaked they both were. The best search and rescue team Hope's Peak has to offer.

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in which the narrator becomes a naval officer | pierce

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  "The Narrator stares blankly at him for a second as though trying to decide whether it would make her skin crawl to keep up that kind of weird-ass dialogue. Apparently the answer is yes and she creeped herself out there. No More Noah stuff. She is a child, Sometimes-Pizza-kun.” She actually looks legitimately unsettled. Only she’s allowed to be uncomfortably pseudo-sexual.

"…She shakes her head for a second to get the dampness out, still savoring the great towel canopy that is preventing her from becoming worn away like the Grand Canyon, and wiggles her fancy paddle around as if to say ‘details.’ But also literally says ‘details’ out loud, just then. Just because she hasn’t found anybody doesn’t mean they haven’t already been carried off. The floodwaters could recede and she could find her table-boat on top of a mountain and on the island itself there would only be like four people left. She’s positive they have some terrible swimmers among themselves."

After pausing for a second, because finding a floating, bloated body was actually a possibility, just not one she wanted to come to terms with right this second, she braced her trusty stick against what might have once been dry sand. The water level was surprisingly high by now, definitely noticeably higher than it had been when she set out. God bless floating table boats. Maybe at some point they would be able to swim to the tops of buildings and the island would be lost to them forever. Poor guys with drafty rooms. All their possessions were done for. So she should at least throw poor pizza guy a bone.

"She’s preeeetty sure it’ll work for two if those two stretch out and don’t make any sudden movements. At least if it overturns it’ll be a learning experience. She is a good swimmer."

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"Eheh, yeah, yeah, no more Noah talk," thumbs up, "no problem." He did wonder how long it'd take to actually build some sort of ark, though. There probably wasn't enough material around to actually go through with something like that, but at the same time, imagine how fucking awesome it'd be to build a boat. Unfortunately their class didn't seem to have a construction--. Note to self, talk to the construction worker. He definitely had to see what could be done about the whole flood thing. By the end of the motive, everyone would develop some terrible form of trench foot or something if it got bad enough, and Pierce wasn't about to be okay with any of that.

Perhaps there already was someone drowned in the water, but the pizza boy didn't exactly want to think that way. The two of them couldn't exactly have a body discovery announcement go off, anyway, and that was probably the worst part. For a brief moment, he imagined having to somehow paddle through the water in hopes of finding a third person while dragging the dead body of another student along in the water with them. His smile twitched at the thought, but he managed to keep himself composed. "Four people sounds like a pretty low number, doesn't it? I mean, there's definitely places around that aren't going to get soaked completely. I think. I hope. I mean, the island's got an expert deliverer here, if anyone needs somethin' done, that's exactly what I'm here for, am I right or am I right? Well, whatever happens, I sure hope that no one drowns to death accidentally. That'd be... real unfortunate, especially under these circumstances." 

Pierce didn't mind the drafty room thing. He was okay with it. It's better him than someone else, right? If only Rumi wasn't stuck with him, she deserved a lot more than shitty blank walls. Probably. The invitation to join Ameya on her quest to find drowning people was a nice one, though. If only to keep out of the rain for a little bit. It was doing terrible things to his hair and he had no idea how he was going to fix it. "Nice. Okay. Here goes nothing." He nodded, inspecting the table for a moment. Now was a perfect time to be a terrible human being.

He grabbed one of the table legs, trying to find a way to climb onto the makeshift raft, but instead he simply placed his foot down and tipped the entire thing to a terrible angle. Goodbye Ameya. Join the rest of us in our terrible experiences with rain.

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  Too bad he still looked like a complete idiot, even though it was still storming like hell and he looked something like a featureless gray blob wearing triangle shades until she was within touching distance of him. Quiet paddling was happening and she took a moment to appreciate the relative protection of her disaster table-boat. And then the moment was gone and she was inviting this greasy piece of pizza into her abode all over again.

"The Narrator is going to assume that’s a rhetorical question, and instead focuses on what is definitely a door under his arm. You can’t possibly float on something that tiny, that’s even more of an unmitigated disaster than Titanic, man. This is why everyone needs her genre-savvy ways, because the rising tide would surely carry everyone else away if they did not have her help and wise one-liners. She also can’t be Noah unless she has at least one human dude aboard her ark. You know, to repopulate the earth or something. Do you ever stop and think about how weird and terrifying that whole plot is?"

Scooting to the back of the table boat to prevent it from tipping over, she held out her fancyass driftwood paddle in what was probably supposed to be a helpful manner. Either that or she meant to slap him across the face and missed because of the low visibility weather. No one would ever be sure. “What is Shakira-kun doing out in here with a door, anyway? Delivering a secret pizza which somehow got lost in the gale, or trying to perfect a new and idiotic extreme sport? The Narrator is collecting accidental drowning victim stragglers, she has good reasons for this nonsense. This is a branch of mutual killing that doesn’t care about offing people when they get boring, okay, if someone actually dies in an entirely non-murder-related manner she wouldn’t even be surprised.”

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Managing to get close enough to reach the table without falling over and drowning, Pierce took a moment to glance down at the door. Sure he could float on it, no problem. He wasn't that heavy. But now he was having doubts. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, but what else was there around the island to turn into a makeshift surfboard. God, he was lucky there weren't any waves, this might've been a lot more embarrassing than he first thought.

"I could help you with your Noah problem, you know, says the pizza boy, as if it were the beginning of some really bad porno. He would've winked if he didn't have shades on. But that's kind of a pointless gesture for him to actually perform, so he didn't." He very slowly raised the door up above his head. It would've been funnier if it was a frying pan, but this was the best he had, okay. He laughed in response to Ameya's mention of delivering pizza. As if he'd screw that up. That was the one thing he never could fuck up. It would've hurt him too much to ever allow him to do something like that. As for an idiotic extreme sport... well... He decided to ignore that for the time being.

"This door represents how this flood has been an opportunity knocking the whole time. As you can see, it's bringing people together in the oddest of ways." He took a moment just to gesture toward Ameya to prove his point. See, she was 'rescuing' helpless people. Bringing people together. He looked at the table that was so far void of people other than her and grinned. "At least no one's drowned yet, right? I hope no one ends up drowning, that'd be pretty terrible. I mean, this whole thing's pretty terrible, but being a casualty to the island, no less.... Aww, gosh, I'm so glad you're here to rescue people. If ya need any help, I'm totally up to joining you on your quest." With that, he bowed forward slightly, before once again looking at the table. Was that really going to be stable enough to support other people, he wondered.

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in which the narrator becomes a naval officer | pierce

There was no way to get around this: Ameya was sailing across the island on an upturned table.

If water damage didn’t count as defacement to Aku-chan, it certainly wouldn’t be pertinent to her! Already the sea level had risen enough so that she couldn’t see her feet if she tries to walk anywhere, and splashing around like some kind of crazy person wasn’t her deal—that was only for when the land and the sea where very separate things. Maybe by the time the floodwaters receded—because they would, eventually, someone would die rather than the entire student body reenacting Castaway—there wouldn’t be a lot of underfoot island left, but she didn’t worry about that too much either. Right now she was traveling in style.

The rain was still coming down in buckets, but if she stretched a really big towel over the top of the table and tied it by the corners to the upturned legs, that kept the worst of it off. It almost felt like a luxury cruise liner, in comparison to everything else that was happening. Even better, if she stretched out on her stomach and didn’t wiggle too much, the surface of it didn’t dip below the water, keeping her almost entirely dry—it was one of those big circular tables, a lot easier to balance. Who needed umbrellas when you had innovation. Her paddle was a really cool driftwood stick she’d picked up at the shore before the shitty storm stuff had started, and as long as she maneuvered somewhere she could still see buildings rather than drifting off into open ocean, she was pretty much set.

Of course, she couldn’t say that for everybody! The person she came across was practically invisible when they were that far away, thick gray sheets of rain between them, but they looked like they were in need of a lift. In case there was any doubt who was captaining this particular vessel, she stuck her head out from beneath her towel canopy and waved an arm. “The Narrator drops anchor when she recognizes a distraught swimmer in the middle of nowhere—surely if she leaves them to tread water they’ll drown! She has to save them! Come aboard, quickly!”

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For whatever reason, a great deal of people seemed to react negatively to the rising water levels. Sure it was kind of terrible to lose things in the water, but being at the bottom of the food chain meant that there was nothing for Pierce to lose! Sure, his hair might've been getting fucked up to no end by all the water, but that was normal. He was so used to shitty weather conditions. His smile didn't leave his face as he watched the water slowly rise higher and higher. Whatever this motive was, it was a lot more forgiving than... the team challenge. At the thought of it, he defensively adjusted his triangular shades, making sure they had no possible way of leaving his face. That was terrible. The worst. It was never going to happen again, he swore.

Pierce himself had decided that if life gave you waters, make waterade. Wait. Uh. Okay. He decided that if life gave you water, soak it up?? God, no, he wasn't good at this, never mind. Instead of thinking of nice catchy water sayings, he was busy unhinging a door from its respectful location in hopes of somehow turning it into a surfboard. Yeah. This was an actual thought that was running through his head for long enough that he found himself with a cabinet door in his hands. He strolled out in search of some sick waves (clearly not finding any), slowly realising that surfing in the rain would probably be a pretty tricky thing to do, especially with a cabinet door as the surfboard. 

Slowly he was making his way through the water, trudging along with a fucking door under his arm. From behind his shades, he finally spotted the table-boat monstrosity, as well as the narrative monstrosity-- wait, no, she wasn't that bad. He grinned at her and waved back, wiggling all his fingers. "Well, well! Lookie who it is, how're you today, Noah?" He asked, changing the direction of his sad excuse of a walk. At this point, he was trying to get to Ameya as quickly as he could without flailing about in the water like a complete idiot.

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At laaaaaast my reference has come along.

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this is pathetic and sardonic and sadistic and... // [aod2 reaction/starter] {{open}}

Though his smile was still stupidly plastered on his face, he was hoping that he didn't run into anyone as he beelined for his room. Thankfully, he didn't, and thankfully he didn't run into Rumi at their ruumie either. The moment he stepped into the room, he slowly laid down on the floor, arms out, staring at the ceiling. That was not a good experience. No one had a good experience. He reached up and felt for his shades, making sure they were still there. His Anime Protagonist shades, the pair he only wore when he was nervous. He didn't notice at this point, but he was still sort of shaking. His smile faded, and he stayed quiet for a couple minutes, a wonderful time for reflection. 

He took a deep breath in and out, and he hopped back to his feet, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag. The rain didn't really bug him, he was used to running through it. Maybe it'd calm him down a little. The moment he opened the door of his room to step out, his smile returned, and he hummed to himself as he stepped outside.

He managed to shake off his shaking feeling as much as he could, and he decided that maybe popping up to say hello to someone would make him feel better. At least, it'd make him distracted enough not to think about things too much.

"Heeeey, you, over there! Yeah, you with the face!" he called out, to no one in particular. 

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here it is. a shak playlist....

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Rumi only seems to be casually walking over to Pierce, but suddenly she turns and lifts herself up onto her toes to whisper "Shakira, Shakira" in his ear before continuing on her merry way.

....Odd. But it does bring a smile to his face. Wait. Maybe that was there before. Whatever. It was a different kind of smile and not the shiteating grin ridiculous Pierce smile. He turns his head to watch Rumi walk away and he laughs. He's glad that he has her as his roommate out of everyone here. So glad. Those who meme together.... uh... meme together.

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Young and Beautiful || AOD2 Body Reveal

Red is just waking up. It’s earlier than he usually wakes up, but who the hell cares. He’s got an uneasy feeling, and he looks to Arthur, who seems on edge as well. The two exit the room, and immediately Arthur runs towards the boy’s bathhouse and starts barking.

Red looks at Arthur. There’s no way he’d usually go in there, but since Arthur thinks something’s up…

He uses his ID Card to enter the Boy’s Bathhouse, and immediately…Arthur starts barking. Red pales at what he sees, and Yuriko Yanagi who was near at the time hears the barking and runs over, as well as Kimiko Yamazaki.

Kimiko screams, and the body announcement goes off.

"Bwohoho! A body has been discovered! Aku-chaaan is sooo pweased! Please report to the Boy’s Bathhouse immediately!"

Everyone gathers by the crime scene. Some are crying, and everyone is astounded.

Because…before them lies…

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shaks shack pizza how may i help you // Katsumi

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  Katsumi bristled, taking a step back in a mix of horror and disgust.

"Did you want some or something, girlie?"

She objected to two things in that sentence, and for a brief few moments appeared mildly distressed as she deliberated over which one to reprimand him for first. Was this guy born in a barn? Actually… he didn’t sound like a native Japanese speaker. The beauty queen would even go so far as to say that his accent was American. Did that mean that he actually meant to say something far more tactful and respectful that got lost in translation? No. If he wanted to be respectful, he wouldn’t wave his abominable excuse for a meal around in her presence like that.

"Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" She wrinkled her nose briefly at the smell of pizza. Mother had always said that it was one of the worst things that Katsumi could eat, alongside burgers, chocolate and practically anything else that had any kind of dairy product in it. Most things were completely off the cards, but those foods more than the rest. As a girl conditioned to think of pizza as being one of the worst foods she could consume, it was only natural that Katsumi would actively look away lest she be tempted.

"No. I do not want your gross, calorie-slathered dough. I do not want to eat it, I do not want to smell it, I do not want to look at it. I don’t even want it in my vicinity." She stated curtly. "So if you could remove it from my presence I would be very grateful."

All in all, her words were less harsh than they could have been. Pierce could count himself lucky on that count, although it was clear that she was making an effort to restrain herself. She did flash him a glare and add on a sharp comment to finish, however, by saying: “And you are not to call me girlie. Sakata-san, Sakata-sama, Miss, Ma’am or, at the most casual I will allow, Katsumi-ue. Take your pick; but use girlie again and I can assure you, you’ll regret it.”

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The moment he took a second look at her face, Pierce knew that nothing was going to end well. It didn't matter, though, he continued to smile as he prepared himself for the oncoming storm. This happened pretty often, it never really seemed to bother him all that much. It was professional not to start an argument, anyway, right? He was just a professional pizza boy.

From behind his glasses, he watched Katsumi's more and more evident disgust in both pizza and in him, but he simply tilted his head as she started to talk. Yes, she did hear him correctly. Wait, that wasn't it? Oh boy. He stayed quiet throughout, and his big grin lessened into a small smile, a business smile; nothing more, nothing less. The pizza's going to get cold. He heard himself say in his head. This is not how you do business. Clearly she doesn't want anything and you standing here is only going to make her more irritated. He was probably right, but at the same time, they were going to be in the same place for a while, might as well at least try to make it up to her before she hates him, right?

Perhaps if he could bring himself to stop smiling for one second, he would've looked genuinely upset about his pizza being insulted. It was like he himself was insulted (like, yeah he kind of was insulted but I mean on top of that). Instead, he just silently took everything in until she stopped speaking.

"...Right on, Sakata-sama!" Just like one of his animes. There was nothing stopping him now, and look, he even had permission. He just hoped he could remember it. "Sorry about that! Didn't mean to offend or anything! Just a humble pizza boy!" Even though he said all of that, he didn't seem like he was making any effort to leave at all.

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Shock and Awe | Pierce |

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  Aika, wrapped in her desire to cause problems, hadn’t even entirely noticed her target. In her mind’s eye, it might as well have been an outline of a person, until he spoke.

She looked up at him, now, fully aware of who she was talking to. If she hadn’t long ago mastered her own bodily reactions—after all, if a test subject saw emotion on her face, they’d work less hard; an emotionless person of feminine alignment prompted people to work hard to bring about some kind of reaction—she would have blushed.

First of all, he was gorgeous. He clearly wasn’t Japanese, and his long hair did things to her that words couldn’t quite describe. Tall, dark, and with a dopey expression on his face. She hadn’t been hit with a face like that since she’d studied Yasuhiro Hagakure’s file in her initial search for notable figures with ESP.

His cough and his recovery, furthermore, had been on point. He looked as though there wasn’t a thought inside his head, and this pleased her more than she could express.

She wanted him.

A smile worked it’s way onto her face—planned and perfect—and she crossed her arms.

"I asked first," she said, and felt as though she had to stop herself from licking her lips. "But since you’re cute I’ll give you a partial answer. Akiyama Aika is my name."

She bit her lower lip momentarily, eyes coursing over his body, before looking back up at his face.

"Your turn."

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Oblivious (or was he?) to Aika's almost-blush as well as all of the shady thoughts behind her shaded eyes, the pizza boy smiled on (of course, it wouldn't stop him from smiling anyway. Nothing seemed to be able to do that. Why did he smile so much anyway? His face probably hurt a whole lot all the time. Smiling was painful. Only a real dumbass would smile 24 hours a day. Or maybe his face was just stuck like that forever now. We'll never know). 

He really was pretty out of it, not going to lie. He was probably concerned about keeping a mental timer on pizza bullshit that he was working on in the kitchen. Kitchens got all warm and gross though, so he opted to stay out and socialize with his fantastic new classmates, because who wouldn't want to hang out with these people, right? If only he knew what he had coming for him.

As Aika crossed her arms, Pierce couldn't help but to mimic her, following suit shortly after. How far would his mimicking go? Only time would tell. His grin grew into a lopsided smile and one of his eyebrows raised. She called him cute.... Maybe if his eyes were visible, he would've winked. He probably winked anyway. 

"I'm but a humble pizza boy," he started. Yeah, this was totally going to make a great impression. "My name's Pierce, but everyone calls me Shakira. Or Shak. Both are good." He sounded so proud of that fact. How could a guy even end up with a nickname like Shakira anyway? 

"You wouldn't mind if I gave you a nickname, would ya? I'm pretty bad at names, Precious could work just fine, though." 'Precious' of course being in English. Not even in Spanish. Just English.

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Shock and Awe | Pierce |

Aika Akiyama has stunned the scientific community with her ground breaking, crowd pleasing experiments. Aika Akiyama has stunned every school establishment she has been enrolled in with her ground breaking, crowd pleasing misbehaviour. Aika Akiyama has stunned her parents with…well, most of everything she’s done, actually.

All of that, and Aika Akiyama had yet to do anything to stun her new inmates. It had been hours since she woke up, and still, she’d accomplished nothing entirely shocking. What a shame.

She weighed her options as she sat in the cafeteria, fiddling with her cigarette case and lighter absentmindedly. An obvious answer seemed to be streaking through the school—it would certainly gather some attention—but it seemed to clash with her image. She hadn’t found any goats, or other alternative source of goat blood, so any thoughts down the line of some sort of staged satanic ritual had died out shortly.

At her old school, of course, her first course of action had been to locate the prettiest boy and the handsomest girl she could find, and have a very public, very graphic display of affection between the three of them. Here, however, with tensions so high, she wasn’t sure if she could convince anyone to get naked with her quite so quickly.

She sighed, wearily, and lit a cigarette, placing it between her lips with practised ease. And just like that, the idea came to her. She couldn’t believe that it had taken her so long.

Standing, she approached the closest person with clacking heels and considerable swagger for someone who could barely do a push up. She took in a large puff of smoke, and blew it, rather aggressively, at whomever she had come up to.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her lips curling into a predatory smile.

She would be an antagonist, she had decided. She sincerely hoped that she could get punched in the face—now that would draw some attention!

[sometimespizzatimes]

There was nothing ground breaking nor crowd pleasing about Pierce, of course. He was simply a pizza boy. Maybe if he was the pizza boy that delivered all those pizzas to the Oscars, then he'd be ground breaking and crowd pleasing. But he wasn't. And therefore he was simply just another pizza boy (okay, so he was the best pizza boy, but still, just a pizza boy). Despite this, he still managed to be pretty okay with meeting people so far, and he had a good  track record of staying on the good sides of people. Maybe things wouldn't be so hard, even for a pizza boy in a school full of talented people. 

Perhaps he was preparing for a pizza delivery at that exact moment. Maybe he was just waiting for pizza dough to be all set. That was a good idea. No wonder he was around. A patient Pierce was waiting in absentminded grinning silence. Until, of course, someone walked over to him.

She had nice glasses, that was for sure. And a pretty cool hat. And nice hair. Over all, she was pretty cute, not going to lie. There was no way he could fuck this up at all. He was obviously super popular and knew how to deal with things like this all the time. That is, until he realised that there was smoke in his face.

"Who..." With a lack of any coolness genes in his body whatsoever, Pierce regarded Aika for the shortest moment in history before pausing to turn and cough into his arm. Nice. Cool. Smooth. 

First impressions clearly weren't his thing. He never seemed to make very good ones. He couldn't really help it, though, apparently he was sensitive to smoke. Okay, forget about that, let him start over again. He cleared his throat and tried to speak again without coughing.

"Who the fuck're you?" he replied, tilting his head to the side with a smile, his signature grin in return. He acted as if he didn't just make a complete idiot of himself again, which wasn't very hard when he did it so often.

[sometimespizzatimes]

shaks shack pizza how may i help you // Katsumi

[beautyqueenshsl]

  All in all, life on the island was pretty dull. There was the kitchen, the lame common room with its cheesy karaoke and games consoles. And then what? A bathhouse? Thrilling. She supposed that there was the beach, and she was considering sunbathing if she had nothing else to do. But being here was frustrating. Was a library too much to ask for? Any kind of interesting books? Anything interesting whatsoever? Then again, Katsumi supposed that perhaps crippling boredom could count as a murder motive in itself.

She was just making her way to the bathhouse, as a matter of fact, when something - no, someone - came pelting down the path towards her at full speed. And what was that they were holding above their head? Katsumi squinted and shaded her eyes against the sun to try and see

- before realising that she was right in the path of whoever was running and they didn’t look to be slowing down.

The blonde barely had time to step to the side before they went just past her and ground to a stop. Already they had made a bad impression, and they weren’t getting many points from Katsumi in the looks department either. Did people actually dress like that of their own free will? Whilst she would admit that she would appreciate a pair of sunglasses on this summery island, there was little else that she approved of. Especially the hat. Baseball caps were ridiculous enough anyway- was wearing one backwards really necessary unless you were going for a ‘world’s most pointless accessory’ award?

"You might want to look where you’re going." She scolded before catching smell of… something. Cheese, tomato, dough. Something freshly baked. Katsumi raised an eyebrow before her gaze drifted towards the pan in his grasp, and she paled slightly. "Is that… pizza?"

[sometimespizzatimes]

Pierce was pretty lucky with his conversational partners since they all work up here. No one upfront talked shit about his talent, and he might've even made a couple friends along the way. Kimiko was nice, though she did see him fail to kick a door open. Rumi was, well... His Ruumie. And she was cute. Things were going well for the pizza boy, and he was happy with the results he was getting. It was only so long before he had to meet someone who wouldn't exactly agree with his life choices.

And it seemed like Katsumi was going to be the lucky one. 

As he noticed the pretty lady in his path, he decided to stop and see if she was interested. In the pizza, he means. He spun around to face her, pizza still held above his head, a large grin still on his face, completely oblivious to the fact that in this person's head he was already the worst possible company to have. That was okay, though, he really didn't have a good sense of style. At least, not here. Who needed to look all well-dressed to deliver a pizza anyway, right? He just liked being comfortable, especially since he ran everywhere. Suits and ties weren't comfortable, and were also very unnecessary. 

Placing his free hand in a fist against his hip, he simply smiled in response to Katsumi's words. He was totally watching where he was going! Shades kind of made it tough, but he was still watching. He totally planned for all of this to happen, okay. "No, it's actually split pea soup. Just kidding. Yeah, it's pizza! Gotta make sure the hungry have something to eat, you know!" It was the only thing he knew how to make. Save him. "Why? Did you want some or something, girlie?" 

She probably didn't want some, Shak, but it was too late to go back now. All he could really hope for now was not to get snapped at too badly.