#jun n

[amongdeceit]

Nikki, I hope you don't mind me disturbing you but. Why were there bloody handprints in the Green2 room? I mean... Such a facility existing in the first place is rather... Never mind that. Just to be clear, you are our manager correct? You're no evil doer in disguise, right? You didn't kill the real staff, drug us, and lock us up down here did you?

“H.. huh? Manager..? Well.. No, not really. If I were, I’d share some involvement in the creation of this project. Such an assumption would give me too much power as a mere supervisor..! I’m afraid I had no word in the creation of these puzzles, believe me. But you seem intent on making me a target of your suspicions. I cannot help what you feel, and truthfully.. what you feel is nothing less than a natural, human response in regards to your, well everyone’s, position.”

“I apologize in advance if I had inconvenienced you in any way.”

[allendcomplex]

A ding goes over the intercom.

“Green 2 has sought a way out.”

[amongdeceit]

wash yo apron || prologue || closed; atsuko

            What Jun noticed was that not everybody had a talent that was easy to tell, if he had to guess who was lucky, then he’d admit defeat. There were all types of people, a person in full armor, a person with a mask and cape, and don’t forget that guy in the all red suit. If he were to guess people’s talents Jun would probably be very off, except for one person. If you wear an apron with various paint splatters, it has to be likely you are an artist. If not, Jun would genuinely wonder why somebody would choose such clothing.

            A person he almost ran into just happened to be the person he was thinking about. Normally he would’ve been upset at the person he ran into, but it was his fault for being lost in thought about such trivial thing. Shocked upon the realization of who he ran into; he hurriedly scurried for the parasol. He immediately checked the person he ran into and paused.

            Their apron was covered in paint, and almost instantaneously Jun checked his own clothes. Never ever had he been in such a panicked frenzy before. He was a mess and it was only the first day.

“Oh please, God if you exist somewhere…”

            As soon as he was positive there was no paint on his clothing, Jun Nishiji let the realization of behavior set in.

“Ah…! Hey, you! You should clean off that apron you know…! It gives people the wrong idea! You could have killed me from a heart attack just now, you know!”

            How childish… He was blaming some random person because he ran into them.

[amongdeceit]

this sounds fake... but ok || open

           This was a rather strange predicament, he was planning on asking questions originally. But... Yeah, no. This was "messed" up and he was going to be asking questions, but losing his temper would be a bad idea. Just had to remain calm and think the matter through.

           They had a manager, good enough, seemed like a nice lady. Pretty, as well. Wait... such trivial things as her appearance do not matter though, waking up somewhere was more important. Had he been drugged? Were they trying to make the simulation as realistic as possible? Had he merely been lightheaded? Did he suddenly become anemic?

           Without realizing it, the boy had been making such a troublesome expression. Which could be off-putting, especially for first impressions, he was too overwhelmed with the situation to remember the manners that had been drilled into such a distinguished person as Jun Nishiji.

"No... no... That wouldn't make sense either. Hm... Human experiment... No..."

           He lets out a groan at the countless possibilities for their current predicament, immediately noticing the presence of another classmate; he looks shocked. He had totally been ignoring everybody else... Yikes. Bad impression, bad impression Nishiji! Just have to play it cool— no it has to be more proper and polite. He's the perfect son, and he could not bare to tarnish his reputation among classmates on the first day of the project even if the circumstances were rather shady.

"Ah, we have not met before correct? Allow me to introduce myself. I am the second child of the Nishiji clan, my name is Jun. It is a pleasure to meet you."