batter, swing

I haven’t lived even half as long as adults have.

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> Since I re-apped, I think it’s better if I decide to clear out threads and start out new, even though it hasn’t been much since. I’ll be dropping threads that I’ve started but will continue to reply to other people’s starters. Just to make it easier! That being said, as always, if anyone is interested in starting up something with me, feel free to send me a message. I’m open for anything!

[gaogaopower]

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   It had probably been about half an hour now. The small blonde sitting quietly in the dugout as she watched a boy not too much older that her toss balls up to swing to the fence. Once they were out, he’d run to collect them and start over once more.

   Half an hour, no words exchanged between them though they were fully aware of each others’ presences. And another few more minutes before Rika decided to break the silence with something other than the crack of leather on wood and the sharp rattling of chain-link fence.

   “Onii-san,” she called out, not moving from her perch. “Did you need help?” She was no professional in pitching, but he’d certainly miss a lot less not trying to do both.

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Ness was used to practicing alone on the baseball field. Not that he was unfriendly or anything, but mostly because no one really used it besides jogs and other stuff you’d normally use a track field for. It was kinda sad, but whaddya know? He didn’t expect everyone to like a, ahem, superior sport, anyway. But, it was different today, it seems like. As he picked up a ball he just hit, Ness turned his head over his shoulder, facing the blonde who sat quietly for god knows how long now. She began to pipe up, offering help, she says. He wasn’t about to turn away for some company in a rare occasion like this.

“Sure, I guess,” he yelled in return. Wiping the dribbling sweat from his forehead, he jogged back and tossed the ball her way. 

“You know how to pitch?”

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[mmairo]

a buncha ness’s yea yea yea

[so-as-to-dream]

homesick

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@hoshidopuppeteertactician

Clang!

A foul ball.

Clang!

Another foul ball.

Ness has been practicing in an empty field in a hot Sunday afternoon. He isn’t practicing for a game in particular, but usually swinging a couple balls in the air can help him get his mind off of things. He’s usually pretty good at batting, but somehow his proficient stride was failing him. Frankly, he was getting frustrated. Sweat drops down his forehead as he adjusts his baseball cap. 

He wrinkles his nose and tosses the ball. As if in slow motion, he lifts his left leg, circles his bat, steps forward, and—

Crack!

The sound of the ball being hit echoed in the field, but so did a loud a groan.

Ness clutches his right wrist, cowering over in pain. He seems to have twisted his wrist from a strong, careless swing out of frustration.

“Fuck,” he grumbled. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” He grits his teeth. “Damn it, what was I thinking? How am I gonna deal with this?”

He wasn’t sure how to take care of a sprained wrist.

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“...”

It’s not like Ness didn’t have any parents, nor was he not fond of them, either. Just somehow being alone for quite sometime away from home slowly chipped at him. He’s starting to feel as if he was losing them, somehow.

Ness felt a lump in his throat.

[slajm]

Blue, blue

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NESS / MOTHER 2

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>> Only @hoshidopuppeteertactician left in my starter call! I’ll do yours as early as I can. Thank you for all the likes! I’ve been pretty busy with life so I apologize for the slight delay.

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@mercenaryfox

Ness has been through the sights and sounds of Hive City, and slowly he’s grown accustomed to the environment. But if there’s one thing he hasn’t seen yet, it’s the people. Ness isn’t really much of a social butterfly, but he does know having familiar faces around is nice. Perhaps it was time to people watch.

He snugs himself fit to a street bench as he munches on the last bag of snacks in his backpack. Leaning slightly back, slouched shoulders. And we good.

Let’s see. Suppose it wasn’t such a busy day today, looking at the lack of crowd at this hour. Wouldn’t people be having lunch by now? He shrugged. He eyed on a lady passing by. A guy in a trenchcoat. A mysterious guy who he can’t really look at too long without feeling uncomfortable. And—

Wait, that’s a... fox? In clothing?

Whoa, he looks really fucking cool. Like, real cool. Like, cool enough that Ness would want to talk to him. Being the idiot that he is of course he fucking does.

He trots towards the anthropomorphic fox and did not waste anytime. “Hey mister, where are you from?” He starts. “You look really cool.”

Ness thinks about the possibilities of how cool this would sound if he were to go back home to tell this to his friends.

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snack run

@thegentleidealist

The afternoon was the time of the day that Ness anticipates the most throughout the day. Four in the afternoon, to be exact. The moment the clock strikes four, it’s time for a snack run. The time of the day that Ness does his daily dash to the convenience store to pick out some goodies with the small amount of cash that he has. Because of very limited money, he’s not generous with his purchases, but he’s very meticulous about it. Was today a chocolate-flavored day? Or was it a cheese-flavored day? Puffy, or crisps? Ridged, or plain? 

A different kind of hunger is satiated everyday, and as a man, the best way to a better heart is through the stomach (or something like that, he thought).

But today was different. A dilemma appears before our hero. Beads of sweat formed as Ness clutched two bags, a limited edition bacon mac and cheese flavored chips on one, and a small box of premium milk chocolates on sale on the other. Salty, or sweet? Crunchy, or creamy? The decision could be dangerous; a wrong choice could lead to a man’s upset stomach. Definitely a life or death situation. 

Well damn, if he doesn’t choose one now, he’d miss the hour and not be able to eat any if he keeps messing around. But the thing is, he just really doesn’t know what he wants.

Oh, I know.

Ness turns to the guy next to him, almost conveniently placed. “Hey, do you think I should get the limited edition chips, or the premium chocolate that’s on sale?” He asks casually, not minding what the guy was doing at all.

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swing that my way

Wrong turn again.

Hinata scratches the back of his head as he nervously looks back and forth at his surroundings. This place is definitely no where near the housing complex. The buildings here are somewhat shabby, a bit worn down with litter on the streets. Few people were about, either scurrying indoors or leisurely walking into the dark alleys.

A shrug and the young boy resumes his jog, carefully dodging bottles and garbage bins crowding the sidewalk. It’s not so bad here, ignoring the scary guys in the shadows, the trash, the posters of naked women in the windows–

The redhead does a quick double take as he abruptly stops in front of the building with flashing neon lights and the pictures of…

B-B-B-Boobs?

This…this was the famous Ghetto near Sector 4, wasn’t it? And Hinata ran straight into it like the idiot he is. A heated blush spreads across his face as he hastily pivots and runs into somebody, causing them to crash onto the ground.

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Thud. Ness clumsily loses his balance as his knees wobbled from the weight of what just hit him. Almost falling, he immediately recovers as he stomps his foot forward to cancel the momentum. Odd reflexes.

“Whoa,” he exclaimed. It seems like someone has bumped into him. Turning around, he faces the suspect. “Are you... okay?” He asks cautiously.

Eyeing the kid down, he seemed like he didn’t belong in the area at all. He seemed to be frozen in place, his expression yelped for help while silent in fear. It actually seems like the kid wants to apologize to him, but he was too busy being petrified. Uh, Ness was sure he didn’t use any PSI on him, so he’s not responsible for any damages, he thought.

He scratches the back of his head. Suppose he wasn’t about to ditch someone helpless, otherwise he’ll have to swallow hard regret later. It wouldn’t be cool of him to, no, of course not; Ness was a hero, at least to himself.

“Hey, are you okay?” he repeated, hoping to catch the kid’s attention.

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>> I’ll be busy for the next following weeks, and I’ll probably get those starters in whenever I am free. Sorry for the delay! In the meantime, my rp ad is still up. If you’d like, message me if you want to set up something together!

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convenience store

@decimam

While it’s not abnormal to him that a weird abduction incident involving mad scientists would happen to him, Ness still felt dazed and confused. Part of the confusion was probably mostly because his attention wasn’t really there to listen to the scientist, and guilt accompanied the ever-growing feeling of being lost. Not good.

Trying to delay his panic, he scouts around for a nearby store. He needed to call home, quick. Convenience stores and of the like would have a payphone—and just like that, there it was. Sleek doors lined with absurd advertisements for products that wasn’t familiar with him. Not like he was interested. He dashed into the store, and scouted for a phone.

… But wait, what is that? At the corner of his eye, he spotted the magazine aisle. Colorful covers of varying subjects decorated the racks—but, what is that? He edged closer, looked around, slowly repeating the process for a couple inches towards the item of interest. What is the item of interest, you say? Well…

He traced his eyes on a light pink magazine, with a smiling, half-naked, girl on the cover. Ness swallowed. He wasn’t dense, and neither was he ignorant. He knew exactly what it was, it wasn’t anything new to a fifteen year old like him. Wait, was he even allowed to look at these? Stores back at home had age-restricted aisles, did he see one on his way here? No? He’s good, right? Adolescent curiosity flushed his slightly reddened cheeks.

Ness looked around, hoping he wasn’t looking suspicious. But alas, fate was not kind to him; a young man not much older than he was stood nearby him. Actually, the guy looks like he’s looking right at him. Ness quickly looks away. Damn it, this isn’t what I’m here for, he reminds himself. But why wasn’t he moving away?

[decimam]

The woods here aren’t really worth looking around for goods, so it’s another trip to the bookstore. Looking and buying books in this day and age, while not rare for Araragi, was still somewhat of a ridiculous notion.

But after F*kku removed all its unofficals, he had to fill the void in his heart somehow. And he couldn’t be picky about it. Not like you could sort a magazine with filters like ******, **********, and *******.

Usually he is the only one in this section, but today there is another young man. A boy in a cap.

A wave of nostalgia ran over him.

Being young truly was a blessing. 

The young man in the morally compromising periodicals section still had that bit of baby face. And that nervousness Araragi had when he first checked out a magazine. Ah, the wonders of youth…

Not that he himself would revert to that age to experience it again.

But nonetheless, despite being a bit too young to purchase one of these enticingly juicy magazines, it wouldn’t hurt to make conversation. Koyomi Araragi after all, is a man who makes conversation in urinals.

If only to unsettle the mood. To have a little discourse.

“If you want to get a good look at the goods, you have to look at ***** Magazine. No one else is as daring as they are.”

Araragi Koyomi says this nonchalantly.

A connoisseur of porn has no need to be ultra prideful about it! 

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“U, uh,” Ness slowly turns his head towards the male, almost stunned in bewilderment that was evident across his face. “What?”

An immediate, almost panicked, reaction.

How could this guy be so open about something like this? Sure, he’s an adult, but Ness saw himself at his age and figured he’d at least still be considerate about it. Even he knew not many people welcomed perversion with wide arms. He stared at the guy, and back to the magazine, and back to him. It really seemed like the guy suggested it in good will. And who was Ness about to reject a suggestion from a veteran?

But Ness wasn’t about to come clean. Young as he may be, he liked to look like he knew what he was doing. It’s not always a good impression if you showed inexperience, and Ness wasn’t about to show that to a fellow guy. He is a healthy, growing boy after all, and he wanted to show that he was able to take care of himself like that.

Ness propped his posture and cleared his throat.

“Ehem, I mean, thank you,” he starts. “Though, I already knew that.”

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@petxlsoflife

The afternoon dragged on as Ness continued to walk around the area. Initially following a small map he drew for himself, it soon became aimless walking as he let himself settle into the atmosphere that he, so they say, is meant to live in. There was nothing bad at getting himself accustomed to city, he thought. Plus, it may ease him of any anxiety lest he finds himself homesick at being alone. A grocer was here, convenience store there, small restaurant a street over. That was all he needed to know to start, he decided.

He further immersed himself in the environment when suddenly—

“Ah,” Ness grunted. He seemed to have bumped into something.

Looking down, he’s bumped into a small young girl. She slightly staggers backwards, not making saying a word. She looks up at him with an apologetic look on her face. It seemed like she was trying to say sorry without saying anything.

"Urk, uh! No, it’s okay,” Ness frantically waves his hands. “It wasn’t your fault! I should’ve looked where I was going,” He laughs sheepishly.

He began to wonder why such a small girl was able to walk around a place like this, even more so alone. Ness, a big brother that he is, did not like the thought of it. He looked down at her, and smiled.

“Are you headed somewhere?” he asks in a soft voice.

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@pkgrounded

Ness was able to, at the very least, read maps. He likes to believe that he has a good sense of direction, and he can count the times he’s been lost with one hand. But seriously, how can you not get lost in place like this? Everywhere he looks, the place looks exactly the same. Not only that, but towering buildings made it impossible for him to look beyond the distance. No landmarks, no higher ground. He’s definitely circled the same plaza at least seven times. Ness was sure he was done for.

“Agh, I’m done for,” Ness groans, repeating his thoughts. “I might’ve just made myself even more lost than before...”

He sits at a nearby street bench to recover himself. He lightly grazed over the map once again. He hoped he’d get some sort enlightenment, but of course, he got none. Defeated, he plopped on the chair as he lazily adjusts his hat.

At the corner of his eye, a passer-by approaches. A girl who towered over him with bright pink locks. Just like any other passer-by, they trotted along minding their own business, carrying out their daily routine.

“... Hn?” Ness looks up at the girl once again, a double take. This mental intuition he had as the girl passed was not new to him. He felt this towards his comrades; fellow psychics. That being said, there was no doubt about it.

His head sensed that this girl was also, just like him, a psychic.

And he was almost sure that the girl could sense him too.