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I am so sorry
I know I disappeared without posting any kind of announcement. I have been busy with uni and my GPA is not satisfying at all and to be honest, it stressed me out. However, today I finally get my holiday and so I will post the replies tonight or tomorrow. Don't worry, I will hve my holiday until... 16 February so I will be as active as I can during that time. Again, I'm so sorry.
What Does It Mean to be Human?
"I would have felt betrayed either way. If I really was hurt wouldn’t it have been better to be honest form the beginning. If you’re gonna eat me then say that…don’t promise to help me and then just come and kill me." She rolled her eyes childishly, shocked at herself with how casual she was beginning to act with this man. "Help is help. Saving someone is just that. Saving them. Killing is killing…and you weren’t helping me you were killing me. Whether it’s out of mercy or not, it’s a normal human emotion to live no matter how much pain you’re in. If I’d been injured, I would have rather felt that pain than be eaten by you." Maybe it was just her, she didn’t know. But the idea of dying, it terrified her. Murder, suicide, sickness or even natural death, they all threatened to drive her to the brink of insanity. The only thing keeping her going was the fact that she was too much of a coward to die. No matter how unhappy she was with her useless existence, she’d rather live in disappointment and emptiness than die.
"You don’t think I know that? You seem to forget I’m part of that Force. I’ve seen plenty of families turn on their loved ones, but I’ve also seen plenty that fought for them too. You want to know something? I would have loved to be in your shoes. I would have loved to have my fmaily disown me…at least that way I’d know they were alive and well." Her words stung even herself, leaving the bitter taste of regret and guilt in her mouth as her eyes watered. She blinked rapidly, blocking away the saltwater tears as she lifted his pant leg to get a better look at the wound. "Whether a human or a monster…all living beings are capable of overcoming their suffering. It;s what people have done for centuries. Natural disaster, terrorist threats, wars…we have always overcome or sorrows in favor of surviving. or fighting. I don;t think there is such a thing as killing people for their own good…because I think deep down all people- or monsters, want to live. Her voice, heavy with emotion, was nothing more then a whisper. She didn’t even have the will to speak. Everything that had happened, it was all just too much for her to handle. What would the Force think if they saw her now? Assisting a beast for no another reason than his human face. Or maybe…maybe it was the guilt. Maybe it was the way she saw her own breath when she looked at him that made her want to help him the way she couldn’t help her own family.
"Are you really going to question me right now? You can’t even move and if I leave you’ll bleed out before you can crawl anywhere and you’re asking me why? Let me answer you question with a question of my own, shall I?" Folding the pants up to his knee, she straightened the blood leg out and draw a knife from her boot. "What is your name? I think it’d be terribly impolite of my to keep calling you a monster. I’ll even tell you my name- hold still please," She bit her lip and formed a plan silently. he wasn’t some professional surgeon, but she doubted she’d find one willing to treat a strange man with no background or evidence of immunity. If his true identity was found out, they would both be killed on the spot. No questions asked. Plus, she’d been hurt on the job before. "I am not be certified but I’d like to think of myself as knowledgeable. You;d have to be to spend your days fighting creatures that could kill you but simply glaring at you. But I have no anesthetic…so let’s just hope you have a high pain tolerance, yeah? Also…I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt please. I need something to soak up the blood with and then tie around your leg to stop blood flow. The wounds doesn’t seem too deep…probably because it wasn’t a close range shot. You can get to a…special doctor in the morning.”
Hitler was silent for a moment. What this woman said... She had a point, but... "So, I should just help you to bleed to death, or if you were infected, to transform into one of us? Because the 'save' in my dictionary can only be applied when someone is infected and I help them. I wouldn't even care if they are not." That was probably a lie because he might get tempted by the free snack. No, he had stronger will than that. Eat when you need to eat, and only when you need to. That was his principal and he shouldn't be swayed that easily by the idea of easy food. He still though, besides the tiny temptation, that he really indeed wanted to help her. Well, he couldn't exactly know whether the humans he saved felt thankful or not but he always believed they did, and if they didn't, they would eventually. No one loved to be called monster, no one wanted to be a monster even though they probably already were.
Oh. Yeah, he should have known. She lost her family to a monster, literally lost them. "... Do you think I know what is the condition of my family? Whether they are alive or not?" he muttered. They were dead to him and he was dead to them, but they didn't literally die, at least on his side. Deep down, he still thought of his family, of his last day with them. He didn't know whether they still thought of him or not, but he knew at least his mother would. He never went near the area of his childhood home, he avoided them like plague, but sometimes he just wanted to see whether they were still alive and well, probably not well, alive or not. If they were infected and still lived until now, didn't they want to reunite with him again? They could since they were family of monsters now. But he never knew, and probably never will. Besides, his parents would probably kill themselves if they got infected. He had seen a newly transformed monster did that, committing suicide. Nobody tried to stop them because they couldn't promise anything. A good life? A bright future? Somebody that still care and love them? They lost all that when they were infected. Sure, maybe they could be lovers with a fellow monster but love wasn't in any of the monster's priority list.
Hitler clicked his tongue as an answer. He glared at the woman, hesitant to answer before he finally spoke, his voice barely audible, "... Hitler." The sound of that word was almost foreign on his ear. When was the last time he said it? It was his last name but he preferred his last name than his first name, he didn't know why though. "How nice of you to call a monster like me by my name." he quickly said. It might sound like another sarcastic (or mocking) comment but it actually wasn't. He appreciated it, really he did. "Don't expect you to have one but my threshold of pain obviously is higher now." Or maybe not. Maybe he was just used to the pain when he transformed. But hey, it wouldn't be as bad as the pain when he first transformed, right? He took of his shirt, mentally annoyed because of the extra work he would need to do to wash those blood off. He started to count mentally the fee to the doctor. The fee was unpredictable in a way. Sometimes they wanted real money, sometimes they just wanted something to eat. And to be honest, he didn't have that much money left with him. He was currently unemployed since his last working place announced they would do a blood test to all its employees and in that second, he resigned. Money wasn't necessary for his survival because he didn't need to pay anybody to eat. However, money could buy comfort, a bed to sleep on, a place to stay, and sometimes, a service like health and the like. He decided that money wouldn't be such a big deal if he could get some from his future preys. "You'll pay for the laundry." he said jokingly. ".... but thank you." he murmured.
Entering the Doll Wonderland
Drocell gave the teen a smile, “That is nice to hear Sir. I hear friends are a wonderful thing if you have them.” Drocell kept on listening to the other male, he seemed quite….careful on what words he was choosing to speak to him, what had him being so careful? “Oh? That sounds like fun, what kind of festival is it?” Drocell questioned with a kind smile, “Ah well that is nice that they are allowed to visit, though if I was you I would want to visit them rather than the other way around.” The ginger suggested before smiling at his excitement.
"Calm down Sir. Yes and thank you. If my boss found out I let people stay in house behind the shop he would have my tongue." Rubbing the back of his head the other before hearing his enthusiasm about him being a "Sculptor." "Ah..No, I sculpt from time to time, but I am a doll maker, everything you see out here I have made, painted and sowed with my own two hands, except for the antiques. Those things my boss has collected over the years." The doll maker nodded his head before glancing over at his sculpt he was working on then back at Hitler. "If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do? Other than being a student. I know there is a private collage that has specific sections for art, scholars, athletes and business owners to be." The doll maker shifted in his spot before shaking his head. "Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that, you don’t have to answer Sir."
"Indeed they are." 'If you actually had one, one that think you are their friend too, and still do until now.' he lamented. But, did this person just said hear? It sounded like he also didn't have any friend but it wasn't his place to ask him about it, no, he didn't have any right to. That kind of thing, it was personal, and it was rude to ask people around about that. "It is some kind of talent show. We perform in front of many people, and by that not just our family and friends and teachers, and then urm... It's like a competition, really. Well, it isn't exactly a competition because there is no winner nor loser but in a way it is a competition. Just... Which talent is more outstanding, I guess." Explaining about the Expo, it was hard. He couldn't just say that it was an event where they presented something and then got auctioned, right? It was more than an auction though. It was more like life or death, locked up in the academy or freedom in the real world, or at least it was to Hitler. Sure he could wait another year for the Expo but he was getting tired of how he must constantly sneaked around to see the world or the judgmental eyes when he chose to paint something as if they forgot how his original also loved to paint.
"O... Oh! I'm so sorry." he quickly covered his mouth. 'Stupid Hitler.' he cursed himself mentally. "The dolls are very pretty, sir." he complimented. He was truly amazed. It was his first time to meet a doll maker after all. He never saw a clone of a doll maker in St.Kleio, probably because none of them was historical or famous enough? "I... do... public speaking, I think? Things like speech and stuffs." His speech and how he could move people's heart, it was the only purpose he was created by the scientists, or that was he always thought. "Well, I want to do art but... My family don't really support me, saying it is ridiculous and the like, so..." he averted his eyes, laughing awkwardly. How ironic it was, both him and his original couldn't really fulfill their passion in art.
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IC: Dojikko Tantei Nicolette-chi
Kirameku Akuma Hitler-san
Entering the Doll Wonderland
Drocell eyed the male for a moment before nodding to him. “Yes, where are you from?” The doll maker questioned again as he waited for the teens answer, he seemed to be struggling on answering the question until finally he got an answer. The gave him a look of surprise before nodding, “It is nice to see someone from German decent in here. I see many people in here, but not to many Germans.” The doll maker kept listening to the brunet as he explained his situation. Drocell didn’t mind to much that Hitler was talking, it was a nice change from the usually dead silent. “Oh? That sounds a bit lonely…though I had a kind of lonely upbringing somewhat. I know the feeling and they give you holidays off? That sounds really nice, you visit family? Or do you just avoid them?” The ginger asked some what before realizing the question might have been real personal.
"Ah sorry, I didn’t mean to ask personal information, my apologies sir." The male bowed to the other before straightening himself up. Hearing that he was out of money the ginger began to feel a bit conflicted about the younger teen. "Ah…well if you can’t afford such place there is some place free of charge you can stay, but you must promise not to tell anyone I told you." The doll maker glanced around the shop before looking back at the male. "This shop has a mansion behind us that I maintain when I can and you can stay there if you like." He offered the clone while whipping his hands against his pants and frowning at the mess he created. "Ah I should never sculpt when the store is still open. I probably look really bad, I am really sorry." Drocell bowed once more to the younger male as a slight tint of red from embarrassment crossed his face.
"It isn't that lonely actually because I have great friends." Lies. Lies. LIAR. The voice inside his head screamed, maybe it was his own voice, who knows. He only had one friend at school but he didn't know why he still felt lonely. "Ah well, I... I'm..." Family? He wasn't like Shiro who had a father, he was a clone. But maybe he could think of the academy as his family? He wasn't particularly avoiding them but he absolutely didn't visit them. "That's okay... My... My family... They... We are given day off because our school will hold the annual festival so the students are supposed to help preparing the festival but I don't really have a task to do so I decided to have a quick holiday of my own." he awkwardly laughed, averted his eyes to the side. He then cleared his throat before gave a little smile. "My family say they will visit me at the festival though."
"Really?! There is one?! I swear I'll never tell anyone!" Hitler said immediately. 'It's not like I have anyone to tell or actually I can't actually tell anyone. It's just like a criminal that didn't want to get caught but then he turned himself in.' he thought. It sure sounded suspicious but hey, it's free! It was unlikely for him to find another help and wouldn't it be kinda rude if he rejected the offer as he was the one who asked for help at the first place? "You can sculpt? I mean, you're a sculptor? That sounds really great." he smiled, clearly amazed. "You don't look bad, you look like an artist!" The clothes of the clones of great artists, as he saw when he walked past them when they were busy with whatever they were making, were always dirty with paint or with dust from marbles. "So urm... Did you make all the dolls that are sold here?"
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[[Oh! Of course that’s okay ^^ I will answer this, if that’s okay o u o]]
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?
Something beautiful that he always longs for but always thinks he doesn’t deserve it because of him being the clone of Adolf Hitler, somebody that almost all humans labeled as evil and hated by many.
♠ - What are they afraid of?
I think he’s afraid of his own fate (and death ultimately) because he wants to escape his original’s fate (And we can see how he start to lose his ideal and probably mind in the recent volumes… Poor baby).
♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
His art skill… Or probably his sewing skill. (Really, where and how does he study how to make that cute Dolly charm???)
★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
Nighttime… Because the meeting with the Dolly Cult (or whatever it is called) is held at night…. I think. (CMIIW though). And we all know how much devoted he is to the Almighty Dolly.
✓ - How do they react to praise?
He will really really appreciate it. He can sometimes even fluster because of it. (Have you seen flustered Hitler? Wow, what a cutie.)
♔ - Do they value loyalty?
Highly.
♕ - Do they trust easily?
Somebody? Not really, I think. Maybe he will trust someone easily if the bring up Dolly’s name and things like that (Like what Rasputin and Himeko did, I guess).
What Does It Mean to be Human?
"Sorry if I’m a bit reluctant to think so when you’d already started transforming the moment you heard me speak!" She couldn’t believe such a thing. Help her? How would killing and eating her help her in any way? She’d never heard such a thing form a beat before. A monster who wanted to help the humans? A monster who…killed out or pity? She flinched, swallowing the scream that bubbled up her throat like vomit. Those words sounded painfully familiar. It was like her. Those words described her, so was it really possible they could describe him too? “I never…said it was easy. I never even hinted that!” She shouted back at him, angry at being accused of such a thing. She killed, sure, but she wasn’t heartless. She still had emotions. “But it’s not as though I- that humans have it easy either! Spending everyday fearing they’ll be killed.”
Nicolette shook her head as if to push the thoughts out. “You kill people…you kill parents, sisters, brothers. You kill those people and eat them and leave their families to suffer! We don’t kill for the fun of it!” She paused, realizing just hoe wrong that statement was. She remembered those smiling and laughing faces. That was exactly why they did it though, wasn’t it? Maybe the group had been created for the purpose of salvation, but soon it’d become corrupt. They only killed because it made them feel stronger. Bigger. So, she corrected herself. “I…I don’t kill for fun.” She hadn’t become tainted like that. Not yet anyways. She did it for the sake of all parties involved, or she’d like to think she did. It wasn’t like those people had asked to become monsters, but still, neither did those humans ask to become a meal for them. “I’ve never…I’ve never felt proud.” The words sounded breathless and weak, so she tried again, stronger this time. “I have never felt proud for killing someone! I feel…sick and disgusted with myself. I feel…” Like a monster. "You seem to like preaching about us judging you…yet you’re doing the same aren’t you?" She voice tripped with bitterness and venom, but she didn’t outright deny what he’d said. He was right. She didn’t always think such things before she killed, but how could she? Wasn’t it human instinct to survive?
Glaring at him, Nicolette scoffed. This time, she actually did laugh. She laughed long and hard until there was a fresh set of tears in her eyes and her throat burned. However, halfway through, that laughter sounded more like sobbing. “I’m not a hero. I’m not, the force isn’t…you aren’t.” With her head tilted up towards the sky, she breathed slowly as to not yell (or cry at the harsh words being thrown at her). “Heroes don’t exist. Only monsters and those that run from them.” When she’d gotten control of herself she met his eyes and offered a wary smile. “If I’m not running I guess that makes me a monster, huh?” As if she’d found her resolve, Nicolette stood up and made her way, slowly, towards him. It wasn’t like she’d get home in her current state anyways, so why not be a little reckless.
“Don’t act like you know me,” She spat in response to his assumption. “You may have an idea about all humans but don’t try to fucking analyze me. You don’t know anything.” Kneeling shakily in front of him, she held her quivering hands in front of herself, or more specifically in front of him. It was still undetermined whether he could transform now, so she’d need to take things slow. Her gaze traveled over his painfully human features before zoning in on his bloody ankle. The sight made her cringe. She’d did that. That pain he was most obviously feeling, was her fault. “Here…let me l-look at that.” Nicolette couldn’t decide whether she wanted to look him in the eyes or look at his ankle, so instead she focused on her trembling hands as they neared ever closer to his leg. “If it’s not treated properly…it could get infected. Or worse…you’ll bleed to death.”
"Well, it's because it will be quicker to help you that way." 'And also easier.' he mentally added. "Less painful and less shocking I guess?You won't feel betrayed if I already transformed and not like 'He is actually a monster! How dare he pretend to be a human?' stuffs like that." Hitler obviously over-dramatized the last line. "And transformation takes time and you can run away if I transform right in front of you, or in your case, I will be killed because hey look! You're very well-armed. Being helpful doesn't mean one has to be looks like a nice and kind or looks like a human, in that matter. Help comes in many way and form."
"Don't you think it will be a hell lot better if I kill them?! Don't you ever the think of the infected? You don't think we lose our families too? Our family didn't even consider us as a family again! We're dead to them! Some of their families even turned them in or gave them to the Force so the Force could kill them. Our own families want to fucking kill us, the ones who they used to say 'I love you' all the time! Wouldn't it be better to kill my preys?! At least their families will only grieve because they fucking lose their loved ones. But the dead ones are still humans in their memory, right?! Not a fucking monster!" No, Hitler wasn't angry with his family or anything. When he went home with blood on his arm and clothes (and of course the bite mark), his parents knew what that mean, even without him speaking a single word. His mother slapped him then hugged him and cried, his father joining later. His mother bandaged his wound, still with tears on her eyes. That night's dinner was filled with his favorite food. Nobody spoke a single word that day. The next morning, they gave him money. "We don't have a son anymore. He is dead now." his father said as he opened the door, not even looking at Hitler. "It will be more suffering if I keep them alive."
"Monsters?" he laughed. "Maybe. We are all monsters, well.... not all... Humans are monsters and when some humans got infected, I bet they felt relieved at some point because they could call somebody a monster." he paused for a while. "But at least you admit it." he shrugged. He had seen many crimes his entire life, either from the media, the ones he saw with his own eyes, or when he once became a victim of crimes too. So really, he wondered why the infected was a big deal because to be honest, Hitler thought that what his kind did, was still more... human than some of the crimes he knew.
Hitler looked at the woman in disbelief. 'Is she really an idiot or something?' He could actually transform and killed her easily but it would defy his original goal, his own vow he made after his first kill, to only kill when it's necessary. He wasn't hungry, trying to help somebody (that actually didn't need any help_, or self defense (at least not anymore). "Why would you care if I bleed to death? That's your initial intention right, killing me?' he said. There was a place where monsters could go if they were sick or injured or anything and he knew that they could help him, if he could actually go there. That place was ran by some monsters that used to be doctors when they were still humans but the place was located in the center of District M, where most of the monsters lived (including himself). However he knew that if this girl helped him get there, she would be eaten as soon as she stepped her food inside the district. Hitler would be very happy to do that but that wasn't how one said thank you after another person wanted to help him. 'At least I still know about common manner.' he thought. "Besides, how will you treat me? It isn't like you bring a first aid kit or something and you don't seem to be a certified medical staff..." Even though he said that, he still tried to move his ankle a bit so the brunette in front of him could get a better look.
questions about your character
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?
♠ - What are they afraid of?
♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?
♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?
☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.
☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?
♪ - Are they musically inclined?
♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy?
✓ - How do they react to praise?
✕ - How do they handle rejection?
☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?
❄ - Favourite season and why?
☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?
❤ - Do they have a love interest?
✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?
♔ - Do they value loyalty?
♕ - Do they trust easily?
☠ - How do they react to death?
Entering the Doll Wonderland
Drocell let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “Yes, but don’t worry. Everyone and anyone that is lost always ends up here, regardless of how well they know London.” The doll maker gave him a reassuring smile while waving his apology away. “It is fine. There is no need to apologize.” The male gave a small smile before studying his attire quietly. “I have to ask, but where exactly are you from Sir? You don’t seem like you are from any of the high schools from here.” The ginger pointed out with some confusion written on his face before flexing his hands from getting to stiff due to the plaster that covered them. Ears perked at the sound of the others voice before nodding.
"It is fine, London is very overwhelming to those who do not have the proper guide." Drocell admitted with a soft chuckle, amethyst orbs watched the young teen as he shook his head, "There is no need for you to be sorry, really. I am not going to chew you out for simply trying to ask for directions back home. My boss on the other hand is a bit of a prude, but thankfully he never really comes in here." The doll maker pulled the towel from his back pocket before whipping his hands again. "Ferry….uh…What time is it." He spoke to himself before turning his head to look at the coo coo clocks. "Ah.. Fifteen to eight. I don’t think the ferry runs past seven." The ginger spoke before turning his gaze back to teen. "Do you have money to stay in a Inn?"
"I... I am from..." Where did he come from? He couldn't say St.Kleio. What if this man knew where that was and reported him sneaking out? Other than that, he actually didn't know where was St.Kleio. "Urm... I was born in Austria..." Great, he was using his original's place of birth now. "But I have spend, almost, my entire life in a boarding school." he said carefully. "I only come home for Christmas... I guess." It would be nice if he truly had somewhere to call home. Christmas, the clones were having a big party and everything. Hitler helped with the decoration, at least. Then again, it seemed that almost every day, the clones could find a new source of fun with their friends. So really, Christmas wasn't that special, public holidays aren't that special. The Expo was the one that was special, because the people from outside actually visited their school.
"Ah well urm, I don't really have that much money left so I am actually not sure it is enough for me to stay in an inn?" All he got left was the exact same amount as the price of a ferry ticket. He actually never stayed in an inn before so he wasn't really sure whether it was enough or not. At least he had spent his money on countless hotdogs and drink so he wasn't feeling that hungry now. Even though, he was feeling nauseous right now. The academy would absolutely know he was sneaking out. There were no written rules whatsoever if the students were caught leaving the academy without their permission but Hitler had heard rumors, terrible rumors. Besides, nobody really saw the need to sneak outside because they knew after the Expo, they could roam freely. But he just couldn't wait. What if he couldn't roam freely like he always did when he got purchased at the Expo. He also didn't hear anything about what happened to the other clones, except for clone Kennedy who met his fate of being shot in the head, again. 'Stupid stupid stupid' he cursed himself. Finally he sighed and said, "Unless there's a super cheap inn, I guess."
Headcanons 08
“Layers” Character Meme. Italics for in-character.
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Adolf Hitler
Eye Color: Reddish brown??? I'm not sure actually, because I don't bring the 5th volume with me.
Hair Style/Color: Short, Dark brown to black
Height: ??? I'm not going to put anything here since I don't know his real height and I also don't know the standard for being tall in your country....
Clothing Style: St.Kleio uniform. For casual, he'll basically have style like this but his cardigan will have a hoodie. He'll wear various T-shirts, like long-sleeve or short-sleeve, depending on the weather, his mood etc.
Best Physical Feature: His smile.
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Can't escape from my fate as clone Hitler.
Your Guilty Pleasure: Sneaking out, sketch some random people without them noticing.
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: People who don't understand art or appreciate them but looked at an art as a joke or thrash.
Your Ambition for the Future: To be forgiven.
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Another day, another attempt to live on your punishment and repent your sins, Hitler. Work hard.
What You Think About the Most: This is what I deserve as a clone of the most hated man in this planet. No need to feel sad.
What You Think About Before Bed: How can I repent my original's sins? How?
You Think Your Best Quality Is: My speech skill. I think it's the main reason why the Academy crated me.
LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single or Group Dates: Single. Wouldn't it be awkward to have group dates? Besides, I want to spend my time and only focused on my date.
To be Loved or Respected: Loved.
Beauty or Brains: Brains.
Dogs or Cats: Dogs.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Lie: Yes... I don't want to but...
Believe in Yourself: I don't... really know actually..
Believe in Love: Yes!
Want Someone: Of course but I don't think I deserve it, not now at least.
LAYER SIX: EVER?
Been on Stage: Urm... Not really. I will be on stage though, in the Expo..
Done Drugs: No!
Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Even if I tried to change or did anything really, I can't never ever fit in.
LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
Favorite Color: Every color has its own beauty.
Favorite Animal: Dog
Favorite Movie: Urm... Any kind of documentary movie about art. We don't really have any genre besides historical and documentary actually.
Favorite Game: I never really play any games before so...
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: 20 April... Well, we don't really have a birthday so we just use our original's birthday.
How Old Will You Be: 19? 20? I don't know. We don't exactly celebrate birthdays.
Age You Lost Your Virginity:.... I need to find somebody I love and love me first.
Does Age Matter: In some way yes, like to see what fate brings upon us after we live until a certain age.. Other than that, no, I guess.
LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
Best Personality: Nice and honest.
Best Eye Color: It doesn't matter.
Best Hair Color: Again, I don't really care about their physical features.
Best thing to do With a Partner: Mainly talking, but everything that involves us doing it together will be the best... Spending time together, basically.
LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: music and art.
I feel: lonely.
I hide: the truth of who I really am, most of the time, from people outside St.Kleio.
I miss: having fun together with Shiro again.
I wish: that I can redeem my original's sins.
So, I got 2 M!A, how do you think I should do it?
First of all, so this can feel more Halloween-ish, I will do this from 30 October to 1st November (on my timezone).
I was thinking of combining these two together but do you think I should make this separate? For example, the ghostly moan for 1,5 day and the corpse bride for the next 1,5 day?
This post also acts as urmm.. An announcement or something if you want to RP this specific M!A with me (Just PM 8D) or do you think it will be better if I post an open starter?
I need your opinion please. Thank you ^^
they really need to clone eva braun so someone will love hitler.
That… certainly will be nice. I don’t think they’ll clone one though because I haven’t see the spouse of my fellow clones also get cloned. Besides, there is no guarantee that her clone will love me or anything, really. Maybe not having somebody to love is another way the world reminded me of my original’s sins….Ah, it seems that I have been out of topic. Well, I guess it will be alright for me to not be loved by someone as a way to redeem my sins.
[[Oh yes yes yes! Somebody need to shower our little beloved Hitler with love. Or really, just somebody nice enough that will stay as a friend because I don’t think Shiro is a friend of a Hitler anymore.. Well.. They’re not as close as they were before at least. And I just feel really sad for him… Wow… I talked too much didn’t I?]]
