#river_styxx

[oizys-naomi]

First Interrogation ; The Words That Hurt Most

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┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　

I tapped my fingers against the desk, annoyed and darting my eyes around the room impatiently for any sign of a sentient being entering the room, or even the sound of a squeak. It wouldn’t been dead silent without the eerie ambience, which I would have much preferred instead of this sense of dread in the air. Furrowing my eyebrows, I tapped my foot against the cement and glanced towards the door; letting my thoughts wander freely and considering…everything that’s happened in the past 48 hours or less.

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I was annoyed, acting inconvenienced. Maybe it was because I had expected Es to be late due to the fact everyone complained they were late, and I already set my expectations lower than usual for someone like them.

Or.

Maybe because they were taking the most time to get here out of every single interrogation.

I was honestly starting to think it was intentional—they knew about my distrust and suspicion—and therefore they were trying to both piss me off and avoid me at the same time, which made me even more pissed.

Because, even though they looked like my younger cousin in both height and babyface, they had the attitude of a complete brat. It was getting ridiculous, as I’ve heard from several others (and….eavesdropping occasionally) they have found it in themself to be short-tempered and aggravate everyone within a 24 mile radius. It’s almost a talent of how they’ve pissed one of us off at least twice.

Of course, this was just my observation. An assumption, if you will. Because of their rather vague and often contradictory statements, I’ve taken to calling them “pheme”, much to their disliking. Did they know what it meant?…probably not. But that wasn’t the point.

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I sighed, focusing back in on MILGRAM and the eerie chambers. My mind seemed to stop racing when I heard the click of a door and a very familiar cough, clearing their throat.

Es.

(( @wardenes-official ))

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[oizys-naomi]

cw for blog ;; abuse, ableism, misogyny, themes of murder, childhood trauma. (will add more as blog updates.)

“I’m not here to apologize. She deserved it, you know?”

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“Huh…well, my name is Naomi Tanaka. I’m 20…I used to do university but dropped out. My major? Ehh. Can’t remember.”

— About mod —

Hi! I’m Nel. I use any pronouns but she/her. Strictly SFW, please.

My main is @pazuzu-soccer-o419 !!

This account is just going to be a lore dump/rp account! May break character or make contradictory statements to make character more human. Inbox and RP requests are open!

DNI and notes ;; support Israel/“neutral”, basic dni, 18+ blogs, proshippers/comshippers/anything that’s not legal, and a part of things like shtwt. just be normal, please!!

— TAGS —

(may get things wrong/tag incorrectly…pls be patient I’ve never used tumblr)

#Oxiys_break — breaking character

#River_styxx — lore dumps

#robotintohumanity — (longer) lore dumps

#hermes_msg_asks — inbox asks

#nyxxshattered — crack rp

#zeus_bolt — rp (light/no cw)

#eris_hatesss — tw/cw rp

#naomi_dolus — naomi’s posts. can trigger rp interactions

#dolus_interacttt — long posts!! tag to rp

#apate_asks — interact with anons

#aletheia_aks — interact with oc blogs

#dolus_thequest — interact with ooc blogs

#the-lying-pheme — interaction with es

#the-interesting-thing — interaction with jackalope

#eleos_bluehair — interaction with haruka

#persephone_ash — interaction with yuno

#astrea_pazuzu — interaction with futa

#apate_reincarnated — interaction with muu

#dolus_thethief — interaction with shidou

#aphrodite-infatuated — interaction with mahiru

#hermes-dolus — interaction with kazui

#dionysus_doctrine — interaction with amane

#lethe_narcissus_9 — interaction with mikoto

#themis_hypocrite_10 — interaction with kotoko

[oizys-naomi]

First Interrogation ; The Words That Hurt The Most

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I let my eyes follow and trace Es’s movements and steps, all the while glaring at them and acting as if my eyes could cut holes into their skin. I didn’t know how to feel, truly. I felt panicked by the mere mention of murder for whatever reason, even if I assumed myself as innocent. Of course I would be. There’s no reason for me to kill someone, so why would I ever bother doing so? Those who I want dead will feel the wrath of karma soon, I had assumed, and controlled my thoughts based off of that fantasy alone.

As they spoke, I sighed quietly and tapped my foot. My empty expression and even emptier eyes didn’t seem to do much in particular, and even when they proposed an idea so ludicrous as a “song extraction” my eyebrow didn’t even budge, nor did my eye twitch. This child really was playing games, I thought. Whoever employed this kid was…interesting, to say the least. What sort of organization would do this? I would doubt the government itself would fund this to seek out personal justice for whatever reason, so whatever company backing this had to have pockets full of money and connections far wider than Japan. It seemed unimaginable, fake, and ridiculous—like I was put onto some sort of television reality TV show made to psyche me out. So, with that thought in mind, I shut my eyes momentarily to regain composure.

When I opened them, I stopped glaring. Not as much as a standoffish expression as before, but it surely was a far cry from the cold one I had previously. My emotions were bouncing everywhere, I realized, and I had to seem somewhat consistent all things considered; emotions, thoughts and expressions all kept under wraps. I couldn’t freak out for a multitude of reasons.

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“Song extraction. You’re kidding.”

I sighed loudly, furrowing my eyebrows with a suspicious and somewhat scowling expression on my face. I didn’t come here to play games, I thought, and I huffed in annoyance before taking a deep breath. No more outbursts, I reminded myself.

Maybe I had to play along. For now, anyways. This TV show nonsense…I had to keep a good impression on, lest my family find out I acted borderline insane towards a person much shorter and younger than me.

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“Different murderers, you say? What’s the variation of the crimes…? Do you know?”

A fair question, I suppose. If I was with other people, then the least I could do was learn about their crimes and avoid the serious offenders. Get to know the other “cast”, if anything. I had already heard yelling in my sleep from a multitude of voices—a loud, brash voice screaming and throwing something, as well as a meek voice mimicking crocodile tears—so I was sure I’d have quite a colorful bunch of people I’d be working with.

If our crimes were over a single word, “murder”, then it would be sure to vary. I’d expect a serious offender, perhaps some sort of vigilante, or maybe a cyberbully of some sort. Those were quite common nowadays since the internet. Of course, I shouldn’t assume too much about the prison warden or the others. Stick to the goal of getting out, or something. If that idea failed, I’d just plan to learn more and more about those here.

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“Sure, maybe this is different from other prisons, but every positive thing has a twist, intentionally or not. I wouldn’t be so surprised that, if I wasn’t forgiven by some standard, my freedoms would be restricted. Do you agree, Es-kun?”

[oizys-naomi]

(( cw for implications of abuse and ableism ))

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“Why don’t you for me?! I’m a part of the , you know!”

Maybe the fact I took interest in things others didn’t was the reason for my bullying.

I trusted in Gods other people didn’t. I admired people I shouldn’t. I wanted to do things women couldn’t.

Maybe it was because my behavior was irrational, stubborn and ridiculous. The boys in my life who did the same thing as me always got praised, but I was left in the dust with insults and glares from my family and those around us.

It felt like I was always under a watchful eye; someone was judging everything I did. I couldn’t get a moment of peace at home or school, and no matter how far I ran from home I was always brought back.

So I acted out.

Stole drugs. Smoked. Dyed my hair. Almost killed someone with my bare hands. I did anything and everything in my power to get attention from someone.

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And then they were kind. They paid attention to me. They acted like I was the most important person in the world. I finally got the attention I deserved. It felt like I was finally a part of the family I so desperately longed for.

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And then we moved and I had learned the bullying and hate I received from my family in America was just the start.

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“You’re you’ve never heard any of our thoughts on you. You’re a , you that? A of nature. You will be .”

[oizys-naomi]

thank god my oc is a foreigner. I can get away with SHIT handwriting.

[oizys-naomi]

I took a nap earlier than usual. The prison…it feels so boring sometimes. I swear, most of us just mope around in the cafeteria.

[oizys-naomi]

hm.? are you feeling alright? perhaps i could stop by your cell and talk to you for a bit, if it makes you feel any better.

@haruyoshi-nakigara

Don’t worry, I’ll manage! Thanks for offering. I’m just a little bit…conflicted. Everyone here ‘s pretty nice, but…I don’t know. Sorry. I’ll be alright.

[oizys-naomi]

I’m starting to feel emptier as the days go by. I don’t want to go home, but I feel holed up here. At least…people tolerate me here?