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‘ i can save myself just fine ’
Poetry
“Oh-- I wouldn’t suggest otherwise.” Koujaku holds his hands up, as if to further push his point. “Sometimes we all need a little bit of help, that’s all. And I’m here to offer my assistance if the lady needs it.”
‘ maybe it’d be easier if we call came with an instruction manual ’
Poetry
“I feel as though, even if we came with an instruction manual, something might disrupt it. Make it--- obsolete I guess.” A pause, he had to think for a moment. Like would perhaps be easier, but would an instruction manual even work? His own... Infliction was not something he’s carried since birth, after all. “I think... If you want an ‘instruction’ on life, you have to write it yourself after some time.”
1000thblow:
☆ . stares were nothing new. he felt like if he went a day without getting stared at, it’d be stranger. it’s not hard to feel eyes searing into the back of your head, and normally he’d make a snide remark, but sometimes you can tell when the glances aren’t hostile. this guy was too pretty to be judging him for– let’s break out the list; his hair, his makeup, his style, or his piercings.
instead, he’d nonchalantly speak up over his shoulder, “can i help ya’? i mean, i can send pictures, if yer interested.” towards the tail end of that, he grins. he’s not capable of staying very serious.
“Oh--” He breathes out when the other suddenly speaks up, he should have known it would have been noticed that he had been, well. Staring. It still caught him a bit by surprise, clearing his throat, “No no, that’s not necessary.”
“Your hair just cause my interest-- It’s not natural, is it?” An invasive question maybe, but the hairdresser in him can’t resist. “Your roots are coming in.” And suddenly, he closer, looking over the others hair with quite the bit of interest, “Have you trimmed it lately?”
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‘ the flowers in our common room keep dying ’ ‘ how many times do we say goodbye before we leave ? ’ ‘ not even seasons have the courtesy to stay till dawn ’ ‘ maybe it’d be easier if we call came with an instruction manual ’ ‘ i need an oil change every five years or else my heart stops ticking ’ ‘ how do you keep the monsters at bay ? ’ ‘ someone replaced my bones with broken glass ’ ‘ for now , i’d rather stay here ’ ‘ hold me like a sound ricocheting inside your bones ’ ‘ the moon is nothing but a hundred moths about to take flight ’ ‘ the night is a hundred different kinds of light ’ ‘ the aftertaste of a goodbye is the worst to get rid of ’ ‘ there is no finality in words ’ ‘ i can save myself just fine ’ ‘ time is falling through the holes in my pocket ’ ‘ there are so many things i want to say tonight ’ ‘ things tend to get to me so easily these days ’ ‘ winters have always been the loneliest days ’ ‘ i’m underneath a mountain of things that i can never take back ’ ‘ when i told you i loved you i meant it ’ ‘ i am a carcass of regrets and apologies ’ ‘ black and white , i am the one at fault ’ ‘ i needed to hurt you so that i could hurt myself in return ’ ‘ i’m sorry that the world always takes and never gives ’ ‘ i’m sorry that each day dies just to give birth to one that you already knew ’ ‘ i am only digging holes for myself to fall into ’ ‘ absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder ’ ‘ so many people have not handled you with care ’ ‘ burn all your bridges just so that you can build them again with thicker ropes ’ ‘ bury everything that you’ve ever said ’ ‘ i look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise ’ ‘ there’s nothing but light when i see you ’ ‘ i’ve been meaning to call you for days now ’ ‘ i want you to know that i believe in you ’ ‘ listen to all the warnings that your soul gives you ’ ‘ how many hearts do you hold in your own ? ’
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I know that you love me, love me, even when I lose my head
@1000thblow
Now that was a head of vivid hair if he had ever seen one. And certainly Koujaku had seen quite the big of different hair-- unusual colors? No such thing. But that red was striking, really. And perhaps the style added to it. Honestly, it looked like the fellow could go for a trim, really.
He doesn’t mean to stare, but goodness, does he wish he had his tool kit on him. A shame, really. He’d need to find some good hair products soon if he was going to work again.
kejidotori:
Whether or not Souza was adapting to his surroundings was entirely up for debate. He was in a sense adjusting– though not very well and not as quickly as others would have. For the most part he stuck to wandering the districts by himself or hung closely by Yagen’s side as he’s the only comrade Souza truly feels safe and secure around.
Though its greedy of him to occupy all of the tantou’s time as he’s sure Yagen has other important arrangements and ‘patients’ to meet with. So he comes and goes like the tide of the ocean waves lapping at the beach.
Turning his head slightly at the call for his attention, Souza’s hair flows and flits around and drapes in elegant curls over his shoulder. ❛ No. ❜ There’s a short pause as his gaze drops to the bokken tied around the man’s hip. ❛ I’m not. What of it? If you were hoping for some insight on the matter I have nothing to offer. ❜
“Oh no---” He breathes out, taking the others appearance in when he turns to face him, the pink faintly reminds him of something, but he leaves that thought alone, instead trying to keep a peaceful conversation. The other seemed... Perhaps the quiet type?
“I mean, insight would be nice, but.” Certainly things would fall into place, right? He was a little lost and confused here, but nothing seemed... Outright dangerous just yet... He would like to get home, or find if anyone happened to be here too, maybe... For a moment, he wondered if a dear friend was alright, safe and sound-- thing had just been getting very very strange, after all... “I suppose it’s more so I’m glad I’m not the only one in this situation.” Birds of a feather. “Admittedly, things have been... Confusing here.”
His eyes wander slowly to the others hair. It’s vivid and striking-- he’d love to style it, really.
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“Oh--” It was a swift happening, watching the book fall suddenly from the bag of the person a few feet in front of him. A shame, the other didn’t seem to notice it fall as it had. What terrible luck would it be to walk off without a possible prized possession? Well-- he could assume it might have been. The hairdresser took no time to reach for the book, gently grabbing it up in scarred hands.
“Excuse me-- I think you dropped this book!”
@kejidotori
He didn’t know why he was here, nothing could really explain it-- and nothing could really explain this place at all to him. Out of all that he had seen and all that had happened, this had been the strangest. His sword was gone-- given a wooden sword instead, and Beni was gone as well--- he didn’t like that.
A few days in, he had yet to find a familiar face--- much less a friendly face. It was... Disheartening, really. Nothing appealed to him, not even any of the bars. Certainly he’d get used to them, but a bar wasn’t the same without his friend Mizuki as the owner.
Pink hair--- he was used to unusual hair, but more than what suddenly attracted his attention was the others dressing and the sword they carried. Wooden as well-- perhaps they were in the same situation...? “Oi! Excuse me---” Koujaku raises a hand, trying to get the, well... Pretty mans attention (seriously, that was a pretty man, weren’t they??) “You wouldn’t happen to be from here, are you?”
as embarrassed as i am to admit that i know what dmmd is and who is koujaku i just. listen. LISTEN
ALRIGHT lets get the ball rolling. A quick starter call that will be done tomorrow since I’m heading to bed! Capping at 3 to get the muse’s voice down again!
kejidotori replied to your post: Koujaku || Dramatical Murder the prettiest and...
you’re not you when you’re hangry. Eat a snickers
Koujaku || Dramatical Murder
the prettiest and gentlest boy
also the angriest boy
scared af
tattooed against his will af
also the tattoo is cursed??? the tattoo is cursed
with cut ur hair real good
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sometimes turns into a beast-like man when angry nbd
gay panic
Okay, I did some work on the personality section, sorry about that, and he should be good to go now! Here's Koujaku from Dramatical Murder, his application is found under /app!
Welcome to Isola Radiale, Koujaku!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 275.
You will be given a wooden sword and a snickers.
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Happy birthday to Koujaku！❤
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