#non br

[itsallaboutkdrama]

I shall ask you almost the exact same question I asked S. when she posted this, only this time I'll remember to put it on anon: Dearest D, please describe your perfect date with JHutch. And as I did for S's date with NR, I'm throwing in a complimentary defibrillator and medical team just in case you the date is a bit much for your system. Love, someone-not-BR.

Oh dear lord not BR, this is a lot to handle over cinnamon tea and toast at 6.25am! So I was going to with MY perfect date idea - which would be theatre, dinner and a walk in the medieval town or on the beach but then I realised that:

- JHutch is waaaay too young to want to do that

- A date with JHutch would probably happen in Murrica (I love the fact that the venue of the date seems to be the only uncertain thing in this scenario!) and there wouldn't be Medieval towns. 

Sooooo, my perfect date with JHutch would be a mix of site seeing, murrican food tasting, lots of laughter (cos he's a funny dude), sharing of his future acting plans (because I want to see him employed and happy) followed by a memory eraser for everyone but him and me so that I don't get skinned alive by Joshifer fans or his actual Spanish girlfriend :D.

LOL you rock non-BR ;). xxxxx

[thealmightydolly]

What Does It Mean to be Human?

Hitler panted heavily as his eyes locked on his hands (or paws) that slowly transformed back to his original state. It was painful, feeling that his sharp teeth started to shrink back to the size of a normal human's teeth. Humans (wow, did he really just referred humans as another species, considering he had spent 15 years of his life as a human being?) didn't have a single idea of how painful could his transformation be and all they said was how convenient and creepy it be, cursed them that they took the form of a human even though they weren't one anymore. Hitler wanted to kill them or something but he couldn't, he must maintained his mask as just another human being in this world.

It all started almost two years ago when someone (something) infected him. He was a fool to break his curfew and Mother Nature taught him a lesson in the harshest way possible. He didn't want to be a monster, who wanted to be one? Their only fate was death. Society despised them even if a few of them still had their humanity left and didn't actually hurt people or anything, but they were treated lower than an animal. He guessed his parents still loved or maybe cared for him since they did nothing but to disown him and kicked him out of his house. He was dead to them and they were dead to him.

The first time he transformed, it hurt like hell. It was slow and torturous. He once heard about a conversation of how the virus slowly took over your body and changed your form but they didn't talk about the pain. He could only looked and screamed in horror as he looked at his own transformation. He blacked out because of the agonizing pain and the first thing he desired when he woke up was blood.

Hitler didn't want to kill any humans, really. He hated himself for his thirst of blood and flesh but he would die if he didn't do it and before that, he would lose his control. He was seriously afraid of what he could do if he lost control. The only thing he could do was make sure his victims were dead as he didn't want to infect others. Besides, he needed to feast if he wanted to transform back into human. He hated himself but he wanted to survive.

His human body slid downward He looked at the blood of his latest victim in disgust but he licked it off clean anyway. This was his life now, kill-and-run while trying to maintain his human mask. He closed his eyes momentarily to feel the cold wind of the night and the metallic smell of body that lingered around. With a sigh, he stood back up to walk back to his small apartment, wanting to clean himself up after today's hunt.

[[In case you want to know, this is Hitler's monster form uwu]]

[thealmightydolly]

Entering the Doll Wonderland

Hitler admitted that it was entirely his fault to hang around in that park and watched all kind of bands (musicians maybe a better term) performed there. He was only wandering around when he heard distinct voices of loud music and decided to see what was going on. There had been a music festival there, and only accompanied by a few hotdogs and a couple of canned drinks, he pretty much spent his entire day watching them and listening to this foreign music. Of course there was a music festival in St.Kleio but it was more of an orchestra or concert or piano solo, with mostly classical music.

There were no more bands and it was already night. He had never been outside this late, not to mention that he actually didn't remember how he got to the park at the first place. He just followed the music and he even bumped a few people earlier. He already tried to walk around and even followed somebody that came to the park in the same way as him but of course, it only made Hitler lost further more. Shops already closed and he couldn't find those 24/7 mini markets. Maybe he should have just asked somebody for a direction way earlier than now.

He somehow strayed from the main road and the lightning was even dimmer in this area. Hitler hopelessly looked around to find somebody so he could he ask them the way to a particular landmark. He mentally wished that nobody realized that he was gone and then started to search for him or something. 'Maybe there is still somebody who just start preparing to close down their shop.' he reassured himself.

His eyes landed on a particular shop. It was dimly-lighted, but it sure fit the atmosphere of the shop because really, having a shop with a very bright lightning isn't a good idea.Hitler saw a few stuffs and beautiful dolls on the other side of the glass. "Angel's Wing... Antiques?" he mumbled as he approached the shop. The sign still said 'Open' and he felt himself sighed in relief. "Excuse me." he said as he slowly entered the shop, his tone was apologetic since he felt that he probably disturbed the owner of this shop by his late-night intrusion.

[thealmightydolly]

Afternoon Painting

This room was another secret hideout of his. When Hitler first found it, it was covered in dusts and there was nothing inside it but windows that shown the scenery outside. He didn't know what is the previous function of the room nor he cared. It wasn't like he broke any rules. This room was never locked anyway. And so one day he brought his stool, his painting tools, opened the windows, and just started painting there. The lightning didn't work so he could only go there when the sun shone brightly. He knew if he wanted to have a better view of the scenery, he could go to the garden but sometimes he encountered unpleasant companions who whispered and stared.

Today was no different. Hitler was humming as the brush danced on the canvas. He sometimes looked outside and smiled. He was painting a Japanese Skylark who was chirping happily on a nearby branch. He had painted this for three days now and Hitler was sure that the bird who was sitting on the branch now was the same bird he painted two days ago. Hitler always gave it some seeds as a token of thank you and probably friendship. The painting itself was almost finished, he just gave some details here and there.

[thealmightydolly]

"Hello young man~ Could I ask you a question?"

((WOAH. WHY I NEVER SEE THE NOTIF FOR THIS MESSAGE ASDFGHJKL SORRY FOR THE LATE ANSWER))

“Urm… Hello there. Sure, I guess?”

[thealmightydolly]

A Visit to An Art Museum

Hitler was really excited when he discovered the was an art museum on the town nearby when he was sneaking out the other day. He had sneaked out countless times that it began to make Hitler both confused and amazed they still didn’t know he was sneaking out almost every day. Maybe they did but they simply didn’t care. Maybe they thought that nobody would hurt a Hitler clone or maybe they wanted everybody to hurt him, which was kind of idiotic because Hitler knew that they would get more money if they got rid of him through the Expo, but he digressed. Visiting an art museum was one of his long-life dream he had. He doubted people who purchased from the Expo would allow him to go to an art museum or even roamed freely like he always did when he sneaked out, unless his future work was related to art, which was highly unlikely.

Hitler couldn’t help but smiling widely and feeling both anxious and excited as he entered the museum. The lady from the ticket office gave him a pamphlet along with the ticket. “Gueterna’s Art Exhibition…” Hitler mumbled softly to himself as he nodded. He never heard that name before so meeting their clone was out of question. He looked around the museum and his smile just grew even wider, if that was even possible. He then first looked at a painting, eyed it carefully and admiring its detail.

[hymnofthemute]

He smiled and put out his hand "Let me treat you to dinner."

┌There was a little reluctance remaining on her face as she extended her hand to the one he offered her. There was no escaping it now she supposed.┘

[hymnofthemute]

The magister isn't quite deft to register the maiden's response, face still encumbered with strewn about papers among other things, although when he does he exchanges a glance. ". . . Ah, maven of the strings. I supposed I would introduce myself at some point in time formally, although I think you're vastly aware by now. At least I would endearingly /hope/ so," he drops his sentence with a callous although slightly sarcastic comment, showing that even the notion of pleasantry was wasted on him.

┌Eyes were fixed on the many pages that were all about, head tilted to one side as the gaze shifted from them to the mage when he spoke. A smile came to her face as he spoke. Even with the tone his voice carried she easily brushed it away, her expression remaining just as happy as before, almost as though she hadn't noticed the way he spoke. Instead, Sona folded her hands together and gave a slight bow to the mage, her eyes remaining fixed on him.┘