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memoir | makoto and junko

Hajima, the name of the city Makoto currently found himself in. He doesn’t quite remember ever taking knowledge of when, how, or even why he was here. Amnesia sure was something that bothered him a whole lot. Confusion built deep inside his trail of thought, but he decided to ignore it. Was it really that important to know the answers to such questions? Who knew, anyway.

He vaguely remembers his time and experience at this one prestigious school — Hope’s… Peak Academy, was it? He wasn’t exactly sure, but the name of that place brought him the feeling of nostalgia. His heart ached at the thought of it; he knew there was something special about this specific memory of his, as if it was something he shouldn’t forget, an important piece of information to a riddle he would have to solve.

Summary of the whole story: he couldn’t remember some things so what? It was not like he would simply give up on everything just because of the lack of some memories; he would eventually remember everything, right? Amnesia wasn’t something eternal, if he recalled correctly.

Realizing he had been wandering around lost in his deep thoughts, Makoto found himself in a part of the city he wasn’t quite sure where it was— he didn’t find this place familiar, nor recognized it, so it was good to assume it was a part of Hajima he hadn’t been in before.

"Ah, damnit, I guess I’m lost… Great job self."

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Junko had gone for a stroll through Hajima, her new ''home'', but quickly realized she didn't know a thing about this city. She didn't know when she arrived, she didn't know how she even got to this city. And most of all, she didn't remember 90% of her past life.

She only met few people that were of any interest to her and it was just completely despair-inducing. Why couldn't there be anyone to satisfy her needs? She just wanted to see someone crush in front of her or maybe she wanted someone to crush her. She sometimes didn't know.

The model sat down on a bench and crossed her arms in font of her chest. She almost decided to give up on her attempt to find someone to despair when a short, brown-haired boy walked by.

Obviously just as lost as her, he was muttering to himself and looking around hopelessly. No. Not hopelessly. This boy was anything but hopeless, even though he certainly looked that way, but something just told her he wasn't.

She knew this boy. Was he the one she-- well, obviously not. The boy in front of her was very much alive. He didn't notice her yet and she could definitely use that as an advantage.

"Hey, shorty! Looking a little lost, aren't we?"

#g word #hopesapling #reply #*naegi

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No umbrella || Junko and A-ya

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Bumping into people. Thrown into the ground, suddenly aching, and feeling every drop of rain drip onto your head. These normally disliked events seemed to trend flourish recently recently; to be frank, he wasn’t enjoying it. A good mood? It was already long gone, miles away from even a remote sense of pleasantry. Being seemingly bound into an unfamiliar place, without any recollection of what he was meant to do here— honestly, you couldn’t expect anyone to do well here, much well look at this place in an optimistic spirit.

Putting into that perspective was a shame, really. A waste of a living space, and the girl’s (it was a female voice, definitely. he hadn’t bothered to even toss her a glance) general attitude wasn’t helping. At the very least, A-ya had expected a quick apology, and an equally quick farewell to boot, but it seemed as if the world was set on defying predictions today.

A sigh. Taking a moment to ease into the current situation, the response was delivered in the offset of a blank stare. Crashing into someone wasn’t something to necessarily bring any euphoria whatsoever, so there was no sense in hiding it, right? After all, they’d probably never see nor talk to each other after this, so there was no point in extending the formalities from here.

But even so… formalities or not, she was certainly a sight. Blonde hair that probably weighed as much as she did, and an outfit that was nothing short of showy. Like someone who’d ended up on the wrong side of the district, a celebrity who’d forgotten to put on a disguise, or perhaps a prop set to emphasize how strange this city really was—

Which really didn’t matter at the moment. There were far more important things than picking out details about a stranger he knew absolutely nothing about.

Right. Side glance to the umbrella— check, it was right there. Bright red, and facing the risk of being run over by a passing car… at least the streets weren’t all that busy. Priority check. After dealing with her, A-ya’d hightail over to get it.

“Sorry," Beginning to prop himself back up. What would’ve been a meek response is laced with attitude instead. "Didn’t want to be in your way."

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The blonde looked at the boy in front of her for a while quietly analyzing him. He was quite the challenge, either he was hiding his entire personality very well or he really was just this dull and boring. Junko secretly hoped for the former to be the case since she went out to have some amusement- some despair to cause, and this boy was just at the wrong time at the wrong place.

The perfect prey.

Junko made her move. In an instant, she grapped emo kid's despairingly red umbrella to cover herself from the rain and pushed him back to the ground. She didn't have to think twice to figure out which of her perfect and always well chosen personalities would piss him off the most.

She threw him a disgusted look and eyed the umbrella. The colour was very much her taste, the red has something alarming yet foolishly calming about it. Like seeing a firetruck on its way to the rescue. Only that this firetruck of a girl was here to cause nothing but despair.

"Sorry," She started, imitating his previous attempt on sounding cocky and in control of the situation. "But I simply can't afford to get my pretty face any more wet."

#does this even make sense #kokkuris #*a ya #reply

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No umbrella || CR Open

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"Ow—…" Kira winced a little at the impact of her butt on the ground— what’s the big idea, this person just walking right into her? Ahh, her umbrella had been knocked away too. She stopped herself from scrambling to get it right away. She was already wet, so there was no point.

The person who’d run into Kira said she was being slow in getting up. The child felt a flash of annoyance at that comment. Was that necessary? …The annoyed feeling left as soon as it came, and Kira just looked up at the girl with a blank expression before realizing what she was doing. She quickly pushed herself up and stood.

Kira gave a glance to the stranger before stepping to the side and quickly grabbing her umbrella; useless at this moment or not, she didn’t want to lose it. Then turning her attention to the stranger who was still standing in the same spot, she spoke up.

"Um… You…" …What was she supposed to say? She wasn’t supposed to apologize, was she? Kira wasn’t the one who ran into or knocked anyone over. "You ran into me." …Smart.

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Junko cocked her head and looked at the girl slowly getting up. Like always, she tried to determine wether she knew this girl or not but she obviously didn't. She hadn't come across anybody of peticular interest yet, not that there was anyone. Except for the dead boy under her heels and herself, she didn't have anybody she gave a damn about at the moment.

Junko gave her the sweetest smile she could offer, like always, truly meaning it. Her smiles were always genuine, though never directed at anybody in specific. She smiled because of the despair she is about to cause. She smiled because there is nobody who could ever stop her. And mostly: she smiled because she was damn well enjoying this grotesque show of crushing people's minds, sometimes bodies.

"That's exactly what I did, you're totes right!!!!" Junko shouted cheerfully and beamed at the stranger in front of her. But then she directed her gaze at the girl's umbrella. There was nothing unusual about it. Nothing at all. It's color, size and form was completely average.

That just pissed her off completely.

"Thanks for stating the obvious."

#amakesabigdifference #OOPS I HOPE THIS IS OK #i took way too long wth. wth #reply #*kira

No umbrella || CR Open

Junko stared out of the window of her apartment. It was a rainy morning, people were running around with umbrellas and everyone just seemed generally annoyed and tired. Since she was a little kid, Junko hated rain or snow or just any kind of weather that wasn't nice and sunny. Well, if she thought about it properly, she hated sunny weather even more. Having to see the hopeful faces of all of the people running around on the street made her feel more disgusting than anything else. Regardless, today's weather brought a bright grin to the blonde's face. The simple thought of despairing over such a mere thing as the weather made her happier than she should be.

Junko turned around and observed her surroundings. The apartment she was assigned to was big and had expensive furniture in it, but just seeing everything placed neatly and thoughtfully made her want to rip this place apart. She frowned and thought once again back to the dreams she had every night. Her memories were haunting her and she just couldn't make any sense to them. Her nightmares were filled with photographs of smiling people, people genuinely enjoying her presence to the point just thinking about it made her want to vomit. But sometimes she was granted with dreams that almost satisfied her need for despair...they always featured the same scene, a scene so bloody and grotesque she sometimes wondered if it really happened. But it most certainly did.

It was always her. Her stomping on a dead body, completely out of mind and despairing to her fullest. She was completely covered in blood, the boots she was wearing right now soaking wet with the water of despair. Who did the body belong to? She couldn't remember, she tried so hard, so hard to remember the young man her dream- no – past self was kicking but she couldn't remember his name. Or his face. But something about him made her feel all fuzzy inside. Most definitely she was remembering the despair. Definitely.

Junko kicked the chair in front of her out of sight and decided to go for a stroll in the rain, maybe ruining someone's day even more than it already was. Without bothering with a jacket or an umbrella she went outside, dripping wet in just a few seconds. But Junko didn't care. She never cared about anything but despair. And maybe the boy from her memories. Maybe.

That's also why she didn't bother to apologize as she ran into a stranger, causing the unfamiliar person to fall down and their umbrella flying away a few meters. She just stood there and stared at the pathetic fry in front of her, trying to get back on their feet.

“You sure are taking long to get up.”