a blind girl in a blind world.

everything is a lie, an illusion. the fabricated world never existed, and neither did that blonde girl she so fondly remembers. her parents tell her she must have fallen asleep in that gallery they visited, and that all she recalls is nothing more than a dream. but the strange thing is... it felt so real to her. [indie ib rp account] [please read guidelines and about page before roleplaying]

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } - "...Everybody's gone. And I think they've gone somewhere I can't follow."

[laconicpresence-archive]

          “………..”

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } -"Did you just... stuff three entire macaroons into your mouth? ...There's crumbs all over your face." 

Quite unladylike, her mother would say. And Ib might have agreed in this occasion. 

[theblindrabbit]

vengefulidentity:

As the girl pet the top of his head, Dan* arched a brow, perplexed by the gesture. Despite his confusion, the identity thief kept the smile on his face so it wouldn’t make her think she had done anything wrong. People had their own way of communicating, even though her method was a little unorthodox.

“Ib…” Dan* repeated the name to familiarize himself with it. It certainly was an unusual name, but it was short and sweet, much like the young lady before him. He held up a hand to dismiss her worry. “No need to apologize. We’ll look together for him.”

Dan* stood up straight and gently took Ib by the hand. He hoped that she wouldn’t mind, but it always bothered him when parents wouldn’t hold their child’s hand when walking about. Even though Ib seemed to be old enough—after all, her father seemed to be okay with her wandering off without supervision—it made Dan* feel better navigating through an area with heavy traffic like his workplace.

As he slowly guided her through the cubicles, Dan* couldn’t help but dwell on her earlier statement. Strangers become friends sometimes. It just seemed odd to him, considering he didn’t have any friends, despite knowing a plethora of people. Of course he made plenty of “friends” but once the masquerade of who was pretending to be was lifted, they were gone, just like that. But he didn’t mind so much…

His mind snapped back to reality as he and Ib approached the elevator. Dan* reached out and pressed the button, waiting a few moments for it to open. When they did, he led Ib inside, then looked down at her. “Which floor should we try first? I’ll let you pick.”

{ ♣ } - Astounded by just how kind this stranger was (she had interrupted his important work, too!), she decided she could definitely trust him. So, her tiny fingers reached out as his hand grasped her own. His hand was a bit rough, but also a little large. Out in public, she would never hold her daddy's hand, or her mother's.  They both said she should act grown-up, and grown-ups didn't hold hands unless they were in love, which didn't make much sense to her. She loved them plenty, even if mother was always busy and daddy always talking on his phone.

Oh, well. In private, daddy always gave her time out of his day, even if it was just for her to sit on his lap and listen to him read a quick story to her. It was something she very much appreciated - though when thinking about having to grow up, she knew it was one of the things she would miss the most.

With him having led her to the elevator, she stared at all of the buttons. There were at least twenty, and Ib was not certain at all of which to push. Finally, with some evident hesitation, she pushed the button that said '6'. The doors closed, and down they went.

After a few awkward seconds of silence, the doors slid back open, and she stepped out with Dan*. Ib glanced about, unsure if this was the floor she should have chosen. Gosh, she was probably taking so much time out of this poor man's day...

"I.. don't know if this is the floor. But I don't know that it's not. Is it okay if we search, anyway, Mister Dan?"

She felt absolutely terrible for holding him up, as it was something driven into her. Often, when in the supermarket, she would ask strangers questions... but her mother didn't take kindly to that, scowling and telling her 'curiosity killed the cat'.

Surely, that was only an expression. It would be dreadful if a cat dropped dead every single time Ib inquired something of anyone.

[granteroffoolishdesires-deactiv]

The fear of being caught lying was as clear to Ogre as the snow around them; however, he chose to tactfully play along.

"Oh? You must have truly proven yourself to them, in that case." said the salesman, beaming in polite admiration. "They must be proud of such a mature daughter."

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } - The man called her mature! Most adults only complimented her on how quiet she was, or how she must have been no trouble at all for her parents. But mature... that was a new whole word altogether for her. 

But was lying really so mature?

"A... Actually, Mister..." Being mature meant you had to tell the truth, right? Grown-ups almost never lied. "Uhm... they're not home at all right now. It was so pretty outside that I wanted to go out by myself. I'm not going to a friend's house, or anyone's house."

Admitting the truth was harder than she thought. Her words came out as a stutter, and she struggled to get each one out. How could she ever be called such a grown-up word, though, if she kept lying? 

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } - There had been many sleepless nights this week, and even having to suffer just one had slowed down her body immensely. The first night it happened, she woke up sweaty, and more pale than she usually was. Mama didn't bother with coming to check in on her, but Papa did.

He allowed her to stay up that night, watching movies until her eyelids felt as heavy as lead. But when she would close them, a monstrous image of a girl - young, blonde, looking like a china doll - would appear and make her jump up in her bed. She didn't tell Papa about it, oh, no. He had work to attend to, and she would have hated to be a nuisance.

So the nightmares continued on, and she was excused from her studies the whole week. Her Papa felt terrible, greiving over the fact that he couldn't do a thing. He tried by bringing doctors, who told them it was only some silly nightmare and that it wouldn't hurt her.

Somehow, Ib hadn't believed that. The dream and image of the girl felt real - too real.

Eventually, though not without trouble, she managed to sleep peacefully for a night. Which was more than beneficial toward her health, as it put some colour back onto her. 

Oh, she couldn't imagine how much Garry would fret over her when he came to visit again.

[rubeusib]

       Crimson eyes avert from her sketchbook and the image of a man dear to her within it to settle on another.  While her words are curt and soft, they lack venom and seem, above all, distracted.

                  “Need something?”

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } - Her own curious - and ruby red - eyes darted over to the sketchbook. Garry was inside, with his scraggly physique and ratty coat that she knew so well. How did this 'twin' of hers know what he looked like? Was she someone from an alternate dimension that had come to steal him away from her, because she didn't have a Garry?

..What silly thoughts she had. 

"No, not really. But.. I like your drawing. I think I've seen that man somewhere."

She decided to let it slide, for she knew her Garry would never leave her size. Besides, this clone of hers was probably weak and little like her, so they could never pull someone like him along!

[granteroffoolishdesires-deactiv]

"Oh, I’m just on an afternoon stroll. The weather’s nice, hm?" Ogre gestured towards the clear blue sky with a satisfied grin on his face. "Just the right kind of cold, brisk without being freezing… we’re in luck, aren’t we?"

This chance encounter was very pleasant, thought Ogre, and he should make note of this residen- ah. Of course. The parents. That would have to be checked. Ogre did /not/ wish to be mistakenly labelled as some manner of child molester. Again.

"Why are your parents not enjoying this blessing?" inquired Ogre, his tone innocently polite.

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } - Would it be better to tell a lie? She was daddy's perfect little girl, and she knew that if he was told about this, it'd be no toys or sweets for a whole week. Momma would be even more harsh.. but Ib didn't lie, not usually. Lost in her answer, she shifted about uncomfortably, while her eyes stayed a big blur of worry.

"W-Well.. they're.. I was going to a friend's house." Oh, gosh, that's an even bigger lie! She seemed much more than meek as she avoided eye contact. "They're back at home.. I'm a big girl, so I can walk alone by myself." Eleven could hardly be called a 'big girl' age, but she went along with it.

What a hole she was digging for herself with all these lies.

[herimmunity-blog]

—cute little reminder for everyone.

don’t take things that don’t belong to you, whether it be icons, words, themes, tags, coding, writing style, anything. admiration or not, it’s wrong. it’s uncomfortable. it’s downright rude. sporadic psa for everyone to indulge in, thanks.

[azurepetals]

childofscarlet

fabricatedib

shinzoukou

rexmoriens

shslunderworldbreeder

maligncatharsis

theblindrabbit

{ ♘ } –⊱ Ever since the blond’s portrait was burned, no sign of life was found within the gallery. The lavender haired was alone; even paintings such as The Lady in Red were completely inanimate. Almost as if all spirit had been drained. The only living beings he’d ever seen since death had been outside, existing in the real gallery. The real world.

Albeit any hope of escape long since gone, for he would never wish a person to take his place in such an area. Perhaps devoid of life, though one could go insane within these walls. And not a soul deserved such a fate - not even the portrait who caused him being there.

Thus when coming upon sound in the fabricated gallery, surprise was most obvious upon visage.

"—Hello? Is… someone there?"

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } - The pressing feeling that you'd been someplace or done something before.. what was that called again? It was a French word from what she recalled, and it was something everybody felt at least once in their life.

Ah.

Déjà vu.

She found herself at the mercy of those words as she walked through the desolate, strange smelling halls. A detestable scent floated through the place, and Ib assumed it was from the peeling walls. To her, this place appeared as a gallery of some sort, and it was that that made her shiver.

So many times had dreams of strange creatures and galleries come up in the last few months. And so many times had she woken up in a cold sweat, clutching her stuffed rabbit as she cried and called out for papa. The fact that this place looked so much like her dream terrified her, but she knew that to get through she had to keep a strong demeanor.

...Though, upon hearing another voice, she nearly jumped back and fell on her behind. After recovering, she went on to venture forward. With her prickly rose grasped in one hand, she could feel her heart beat faster and faster as she approached the source of the voice.

At the end of her search, she found him. 

"..I'm here. But I don't know where I am. Do you?"

[vengefulidentity]

Dan* listened intently as the girl spoke, nodding his head to acknowledge that he was listening to everything she said. She seemed so nervous around him and it was difficult for Dan* to keep his azure eyes trained on her crimson orbs since she kept looking at the floor.

It’s said that one’s eyes lead to the soul, and Dan* felt like there was some sort of mystery behind those ruby irises. It, of course, could have just been the fact that he had never seen eyes like that before, but it intrigued him and whetted his catlike curiosity.

"Not to worry, little lady,” Dan* assured her. “I’m not doing anything that requires my immediate attention.” After removing his headset, he stood from his chair, but kept his spine bent slightly as to not feel like he was towering over her. She already seemed to be a bit unnerved, and Dan* didn’t want his stature to intimidate her.

Dan* lead the way, stepping outside of his cubicle and scanning around for signs of any upper management. Not that his boss would mind him leading a lost child back to her father, but Dan* didn’t want to risk being accused of slacking off for the umpteen-billionth time. After making sure the coast was clear, Dan* turned his attention back to the child at his side.

"This place is enormous, so I can understand how easy it is to get lost," he explained. "Do you know which floor your father works on?” Dan* paused to await an answer, until a sudden realization hit him. “Oh, how rude of me. It must be difficult for you to talk to a stranger like me.” He knelt down to her level and gave her a gentle smile. Dan* wasn’t used to introducing himself, so it often slipped his mind. “You can call me Dan*…”

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } -  The man acknowledged her short stature, which made her him much more trustworthy to her. Anybody who lowered themselves to her height was worth admiring. Like Garry.

Though it may have been a strange gesture to him, she put her hand up and pat him on the head gently. She wasn't very good with words, so she made up for it with her own little signs. A pat on the head usually meant she understand, or that she was pleased.

"My name is Ib. I'm a stranger, too, but strangers become friends sometimes." She knew because it had happened before. "I don't remember much about which floor he works on, though.. sorry."

This whole building was more like a blur in her memory. She only remembered the entrance and then it drew a blank. Maybe Mister Dan* would be able to help her find her way even without the information. Ib sure hoped so.

[theblindrabbit]

✧

"What a bunch of bastards! I can’t believe you’d oppose such a drool worthy thing as despair!

pbhhtt yes i used to rp junko from dangan ronpa. it didn’t last very long, like a lot of my other muses. oops.

[theblindrabbit]

✧ [tumblr seems not to be working let's try again- c: ]

”..What’s the big deal with marriage, anyway?”

"I just don’t see the point in it.. it’s like tying a ball and chain to your leg and letting someone drag you around."

okay so admittedly i have never actually rped her but i have an entire blog for her that i never used. crazy, huh?

[maeandrii-archive-blog]

Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

[fabricatedib]

[theblindrabbit]

[granteroffoolishdesires-deactiv]

"Hm?" Upon turning to face Ib, Ogre was genuinely perplexed to see the child so nervous. Perhaps he should look into the capabilities of her parentage? Nonetheless, no harm had been done to the salesman or his padded leather coat (this time, he had remember to dress according to the weather), so he had no problem assuaging Ib’s fears.

"Not to worry, little lady." said Ogre as he leaned closer, the smile on his face hopefully reassuring and warm. "I am of stronger make than you’d think; no harm has been done." These words of comfort were accompanied with a soft pat to Ib’s head. "Are you enjoying the snow?"

[theblindrabbit]

{ ♣ } -  Oh, thank goodness. He was not as furious as she had expected him to be, and so her eyes turned from showing worry to relief. It hardly seemed like he cared at all, really, and that made her happier than anything. Of course, she was still guilty about running into such a nice man and ruining his walk.

"Yes.. it's very white. White is a really pretty colour."

Her pet rabbit was white, too, which was why she may have favoured the simple colour so much. She had the option of a brown, black, tan, or even mixed rabbit.. but she had chosen white, because it really was her favourite. And the rabbit had looked like her, too! Red eyes and all. 

"What are you doing out in the snow, mister?"

[theblindrabbit]

headcanon 01;

her ruby eyes have always been a flaw. every time she passes by a mirror, she can't help but wish she had normal ones. she feels very insecure about them, and desires to have blue or even green irises instead. back in elementary school, she was even taunted for it and called a freak.

poor ib.

[fabricatedib]

[theblindrabbit]