“I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.”
terrible meeting starters
“Uggh..” He slowly sits up and rubs the back of his head. The way she worded that made it sound like he’d been out for awhile. “I’m fine… how long have you—” Been staring at my unconscious body, he wanted to say, but he’s not too far gone to know that’s a pretty awkward thing to say.
❝ Oh shit! It isn’t, but I didn’t even notice. Thanks! ❞
The strawberry blonde let out a giggle as she adjusted her jacket so the splatter of blood on her white dress shirt couldn’t be scene. The mischievous glint in her eye gave away at there being more of a story to the stain, but who knows if she would tell? Studying the reaction of the fellow teen, Junko’s lips curled into a devilish smile as she leaned in closer.
“Some douchebag thought he could get more than I was offering. Don’t worry though, I left him hanging in that alley.” She then let out a cackle, like the kind some villain might produce. Her expression kept the truth hidden of whether or not she was telling the truth, but the police report tomorrow morning about a dead body hanging from a fire escape ladder that was stripped of his pants might clue the blue-haired girl in.
Unless she was going to go check, right now. ‘Hanging’ could mean more than one thing, after all. Ohh, the despair she might cause if that girl went to look… or the despair of her despairing over the possible despair of someone being killed over the despairing DESPAIR of a fellow girl being taken advantage of–
❪ ➤ ❫ ❛ these clothes ? ‘ she inquired before looking down to take a quick glance of her outfit before focusing back on the other, her tone clearly showing no amusement at the other. ❛ they’re perfectly comfortable, even with the hot weather here. ‘ it never bothered her, even during the times she crossed across the dessert with her getup. they were easy to move in & didn’t hinder her motions, making her unable to find the point of needing to find a different one that would be as good or better than the one she was wearing. not to mention, there was absolutely no point in having to change them just because someone felt that they were feeling stuffy & hot just at the sight of her wearing these. ❚ @morphopriced ☓ starter call.
She literally doesn’t know where this East Main Street is so she can only rely on the fact that the fashion studio that caught her attention is somewhere within the inner city. For that , Rachel decides to walk around to familiarize herself with the new place and new people. The island presents itself as multi-cultural , something she’s never seen much in Arcadia Bay since everyone is a local or a local migrant but Koi is much more diverse and lively. She loves her district. She loves the sense of adventure that this place offers.
But she hates it when the past catches up to her whenever she least expects it.
❝ Ah , shit. ❞
Rachel sees her. Funny how life works that way ----- the people she’d been trying to avoid and forget conveniently shows up a few feet away from her. Without a word and even before she is spotted , the girl turns her back for the second time in a year and walks away to blend into the crowd.
The world knows that Rachel Amber is dead , and it should stay that way for good.
‵ Ma’am , you’re aware that you pose a safety and health hazard with your cigarette , right ? ❜
The concept of free will is clear to 9S but freedom is restricted in some cases where it can potentially harm someone else. The freedom to speech. The freedom to do anything that is not of anyone’s business. Unfortunately , this case coincides with 9S’ business ----- technically , it’s not his but he is helping an establishment to run and gain profit. The basic rule of marketing and economics is to provide adequate service so that the customers will feel home and come back again for the good treatment.
That treatment does not include lung cancer.
‵ If you want to smoke , I suggest that you move somewhere else , please. ❜