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Don't let what's passed ruin your future. Genji Genjirou | SHSL Music Producer Associated with Archive of Despair 2 Status: ALIVE

[shsl-networker]

Winners win - Losers die

[shsl-networker]

"But hey, that’s why we’re the smart ones. We’re gettin’ outta here, doin’ stuff - gonna live the high life."

"How ‘bout a truce? You me, we’ll look out for each other, yeah?" He was grinning in that mischievous evil way again - he really couldn’t calm down, stop himself from pre-emping conversation or thinking way ahead.

[thunderjamrecords]

Genjirou fights with the fleeting thought that this guy seems a little too eager to be his pal, at least after all the shit he'd put everyone through, first attempting murder then actually stabbing Nojima. He can't be sure, but he would definitely be on his toes if someone with that kind of track record approached him with a deal. Then again, people change. Sometimes. And he's not stupid, he can already tell that neither of them are exactly candidates for nicest guy on the island. People like that gotta stick together, after all. It seems that for now, all he can do is be grateful that the networker is on board.

"Glad you see it that way, man. I dunno what everyone's deal is, just being okay with spending the rest of their life in this hell hole. I don't wanna die here, you know? Just cause I'm here doesn't mean I don't have places to go and people to see. I'm a seriously busy guy."

For a long time now, he'd only been fixated on getting off the island. That was the priority. What he was going to do once he got to that point? Well, that's something he hadn't exactly put a whole lot of thought into. Return to his normal life. Dream bigger, dream smarter. Yeah, his life is gonna improve by about thirty percent with this networker by his side. He sure hopes that the world is ready for an even more powerful Genji Genjirou.

"Yeah man, definitely. I got your back if you got mine."

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hey this is somewhat important if we’re friends i guess

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Money Talks // Genji

About the time Kousuke realized he heard footsteps, he had already been staring at the same spot on the wall for minutes now, seething in silence or perhaps just being contemplative for once. It was hard to tell with the way his face just sort of… is. 

Once he heard them, though, he spun right around to face whoever had entered the room. Who was it, what did they want, was it—

"………….Hello Genji Genjirou."

Kousuke come on why do you have to be weird about it.  Standing with his back to the wall and his face focused right on the other guy, he was right ready to bolt the scene. He was no murderbait TODAY.

[thunderjamrecords]

There's something really prophetic about an abandoned town hall. Something about the eventual downfall of government and the inevitable rise of anarchy. If they weren't all united under the rule of Aku-chan, that is. Genjirou scratches his head. Actually, this is too complicated for his taste. Politics aren't really his thing at all. Economics though. Hell yes.

Unfortunately for him, there is no money involved here. He's given nothing more than an empty hall and the names of some old men that may have made a difference at one point, but to him, and pretty much everyone else, their actions are nothing more than an extra little blurb to study in a history textbook. Well, this entire venture was a wash.

...or not.

He spots a figure up against the wall, and he'll be damned if can't recognize this guy from a mile away by now. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he flashes a wicked smile to match the sprinter's.

"...Nojima. Were you waiting on me or something? Hey, I thought we were even. You broke my wrist and I got your arm, so we're good now."

[shsl-networker]

Winners win - Losers die

Off in the distance the sound of footsteps approaching him grew gradually louder. He’d been wandering around the newly opened area, and had ended up by the baseball diamond. Maybe he’ll have the luck of bumping into an ace pitcher?

Tapping his foot rapidly he considered his behavior in the Trial. Rude, sort of snappy, bit snide~ But he smiled to himself. There wouldn’t be a single person at the trial who forgot his face or attitude. Well, besides the loser.

It was time to work a little Manga magic and change that negative impression, positive.

After all, everyone knew being remembered was the first step in any relationship.

[thunderjamrecords]

Life goes on.

Those three words were how he ever got himself through anything and everything life had to throw at him. It's how he got himself through the divorce, how he got through his brother fucking his entire life over, and how he was able to send his brother off with a wave and a toothy grin as he said goodbye to him for the very last time.

He feels nothing for Chinatsu. Nothing for Red. Nothing for those that had fallen before them and none for the inevitable deaths that are to follow. To honor their memory by even thinking about them would be holding on too tightly to the past. And that, is weakness.

The music producer finds that he really enjoys their reward for a successful trial. It really is a temptation to move on and forget, not that he even needs a motivation to do that. It's how he finds himself at the baseball diamond, pleasant surprised to also find that it's already populated with the one person that he thinks he can get along with on this god forsaken island.

"Man, am I lucky. You are actually just the guy I wanted to see."

He shoves his fractured wrist gently into his pocket, holding out his other bandaged hand for a handshake.

"So, I'm thinking I was wrong about you. You're actually pretty legit. We just see eye to eye on a lot of things, you know? What would you say to sticking together until we get off this island, then doing some business together?"

[hidingfromthingsfornow]

in which the narrator hassles her roommate | genji

[hidingfromthingsfornow]

More like someone cozying up for a sleepover than someone about to needle at a potential murderer—more so than they were all potential murderers, she supposed, even more than life made potential murderers of all characters—she sat up, hugging her jackety pillow to her chest, and gently flipped another less important pillow at him. She wasn’t done with him yet, geez! He was dragging out all these dramatics and she as a roommate couldn’t even hang out with their unanimously elected Worst Person on the Island? No sir. The Narrator needed an inside scoop. Or at least some personally directed ire.

"What do you have against Umami-kun, anyway? You know attacking the sporty people never goes well. They’ll just turn it right around and stab you in a shower. Incidentally, maybe you should stay out of the public showers in the future. She’s thinking a kind of Psycho scene but with less violins. What do you have against yourself, anyway? No killers ever make it. That’s a rule.”

[thunderjamrecords]

Apparently unbeknownst to the narrator, "do you ever shut up" was anything but an invitation to continue talking. Given how much time he's spent living with her by now, however, he shouldn't have expected anything less at all. He leaves it at that however, not even acknowledging her shallow insults with a shrug. He's heard it all before. He's heard worse. The music producer simply removes his glasses, folding them gently and placing them on the nightstand beside of his bed. He has no intentions of going to sleep, no, but perhaps a well-orchestrated cold shoulder can convince her to leave him be.

"...!"

Seems she can't be fooled that easily.

He shoots up, glaring at her as one is apt to do after having a pillow lobbed at them. Before he can bark out a shallow retort, she says something that leaves him thinking. What does he have against Nojima? He shrugs.

"The guy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I'll tell you there was definitely a little more ire in that stab than there would have been directed at someone else. And why? Nojima's a prick. He doesn't really know how to keep his nose out of where it doesn't belong, and that really pisses me off. And you know something else?"

"I'm not going to die in here."

That's some mood whiplash.

[shslsanic]

THIS IS THE MONEY FACE. IT HAPPENS ONLY ONCE EVERY 5000 YEARS

reblog in the next 20 seconds or you will never have money again

[thunderjamrecords]

[genji voice] cant risk it

[hidingfromthingsfornow]

in which the narrator hassles her roommate | genji

The air did not respond. Just as she made an annoyed sound and flipped over onto her stomach like a well-done pancake, she heard someone at the door. Without lifting her head from the pillow (which now sported Kousuke’s jacket as some kind of weirdass replacement pillowcase) she said in a muffled voice, “Money-kun returns to us! Either that or someone who beat him up and took his card and is here to kill her. She’s not sure yet.”

If she didn’t mention the trial, maybe he wouldn’t either. Or maybe it was inevitable. But she definitely wasn’t going to be the one to start it.

[thunderjamrecords]

Genjirou had not killed a single soul, whether that comes as a surprise to anyone or not. Kousuke is going to live to see another day, as is the music producer. By all accounts, he's clearly innocent, and so an execution had not whisked him from the island into the next life. However, that may have been the safest course of action. He'd made more enemies than he can count on both hands in the past week, painting a nice red target directly on his back. All he can do, however, is shrug it off. They don't have the guts. They really don't.

He returns to his room, nursing his hurting wrist in one hand. He's surprised to find that no one else stops him on the way, with just a tap on the shoulder and a fist to the face as soon as he turns around. No, the walk back is quiet, and he assumes that the rest of them are still reeling from the aftermath of the trial. Why does he not feel the same then? He doesn't question it too deeply. Not moving forward in life is the greatest weakness that he can imagine.

The producer wrinkles his nose as soon as he enters the room, only because he's welcomed by the sound of his roommate talking.

"Do you ever shut up?"

Slamming the door behind him, he collapses on the bed. What a fucking day. Trying to murder people is so exhausting. And so is dealing with the backlash of trying to murder people! Wrestling a stick of gum out of its wrapper with only one hand, he pops it into his mouth before he rolls over on the bed, back to her and closing his eyes.

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[thunderjamrecords]

Two Strikes [ Open Testimony ]

Goddammit, he was so close.

The truth of the matter is that if he'd gotten away with it, they'd have two entirely separate murders on their hands. But, no, someone so selfishly had to go and pull the rug out from underneath Genjirou's feet. Yeah, he may have gotten greedy attempting two murders in a row, but he was really close this time. If only he didn't have to use his left hand. He could have ended it with his right hand. But, no, his right wrist is fucked up, and who's fault is that? Kousuke's.

He isn't even afforded a chance to make a pursuit before the body discovery announcement goes off. Even if he had gotten away with it, Chinatsu saw everything. And her screaming alerted more people. People saw. He turns his head to the crowd gathering now, carelessly waving the bloody knife in his hand.

"Uh... hey."

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i think my favorite picture from tumblr is the one where a person is riding their bike and falls off of it and hurts themself and blames communism for it

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*breaks fingers* let’s do this

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I MEANT “CRACKS KNUCKLES” HOLY SHIT

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The Next Big Hit // Genji

[shslsanic]

As he whips around to dig his fingers into the collar of Genjis shirt, his cool speech is cut off as it slips right down in his grasp and the moneydick collapses over himself. Kousuke keeps his hands on his collar out of shock but as he stares down at what the other guy is doing, he just… squints.

"….What. What did you do- do not tell me you are going to complain about breaking your hand on my face, you scum douche.” 

As bitter as he sounds, he hasn’t actually taken the moment to hit Genji back yet, eyes trained on his hand. What did he DO. 

[thunderjamrecords]

Did you just break your hand? You really just broke your hand on my face. I can't fucking believe you!

Genjirou releases his hold on his aching wrist, bringing the free hand to the side of his head now, fingers curling tightly into his hair. For the moment, it's as if Kousuke doesn't exist. Or rather, he's sucked away into a time when he didn't know the sprinter. When he didn't know anyone here. A time when he hadn't even dreamed of becoming the Super High School Level Music Producer. When he had dreams that didn't involve leeching off of the talents of others- but that one person pulled that rug out from under his feet, watched him fall and laughed his ass off while doing it.

"Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't waste anything of mine on your ugly mug."

His words come out in rough gasps as his frame shakes visibly, flinching and crying sharply at an attempt to lower his wrist.

"My wrist was already broken from trying to put another dumb asshole just like you in his place, anyway."

[shslsanic]

The Next Big Hit // Genji

[shslsanic]

"I …am going to punch you in the face. Because you deserve it. I will give you seven seconds to prepare yourself."

Oooh yeah. As dumb as he really sounds, his voice is still pretty intense. His words come out weak but his tone was uneven, chilled, and downright threatening.

[thunderjamrecords]

After rolling his eyes at Kousuke's quip, he clenches his right fist a few times. Man, this idiot is asking for it. It's not as if Genjirou goes around clocking people left and right just for the hell of it. Nah, only people that deserve it- and it's been several months since his last encounter. Does Kousuke even really deserve it? Probably not. He's all talk. But really, what kind of man would Genji be if he didn't oblige him in a fight? What kind of man would he be if he didn't take the first hit?

"I don't need seven seconds."

He steps to Kousuke with a bandaged fist raised, nailing him right in the jaw.

"..."

He freezes.

There's no time to revel in his victory, even if there is a victory to be had from such a cheap shot. A sharp pain tears through his right wrist, forcing him to cry out as every tendon and muscle in his hand burns white hot and fades into his arm. He's doubled over, wrist squeezed tightly in his opposite hand.

"Shit-! F... fuck..."

[shslsanic]

The Next Big Hit // Genji

He couldn’t back out now, though. Especially not as he heard footsteps. Turning, he tried to put on his best attempt at the intimidating, commanding force he was characterized by here in cool-kid island. 

"….Hello."

Yes. That should do the trick. That is, if that was actually Genji he heard, and not just more rain. That would make this about 5x as bad as it already is.

[thunderjamrecords]

The hostility had infected Genjirou. After everything that happened to Mori, the words he'd shared with Kousuke and Katsumi, and worst of all, the way everyone laughed at him after he suffered through his own room, the music producer was itching for a fight. He figures that by now, he can safely say that he'd been too nice for too long. That was kind of his thing anyway, being nice. Well, too nice. Nice enough and then some to get whatever it his he wants. But this isn't business anymore- he's been stuck on this island with everyone for too long, and his facade of being a decent guy is about to take a long, hard fall.

Of course, then there comes the punishment. The punishment and the rain, as if he needed another reason to beat the absolute crap out of the next person he sees. With any luck, that's going to be Kousuke. Hopefully the guy was serious. Hopefully, if he was serious, he didn't chicken out. That seems like it would actually be something he would do, and it would give the music producer a good laugh, but he needs a bit more than a laugh right now.

Taking off his sunglasses, he spots the outline of the one that could only be Kousuke, waiting for him right at the time and place he said he would. Yikes, he looks pissed. But he's already proven enough that he's all talk.

"I didn't think you were serious."

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Flip it Turnways // Genji+Jin

But that was irrelevant. He was out on this lawn entertaining himself with various stretches and whatnot. He had just gotten into a handstand, palms dug into the grass, shirt threatening to slide down despite the belt around his waist, when he saw familiar pants approaching. Still upside down, his eyes travelled upward - or downwards? - to see-

"The fuck do you want?" he said to Genji, more of a statement than a question.

[thunderjamrecords]

Genji can't say that he isn't grateful for the way that the island changes and develops after each trial. Really, they just had to suffer through a boring two, maybe even three hour long trial of all things. Oh yeah, and someone died. The point is, they should be rewarded for their efforts. A reward like this after such a sobfest? It's as if Aku-chan can't tell them enough to just move on and look to the future. And that's exactly the way Genji likes it.

He'd spent a lot time exploring each new location, if only for a breath of fresh air. Genjirou had even returned to the same locations several times once he'd exhausted his fill of exploration, already pining for new places to be. There aren't any opportunities for change when things stay stagnant. But, luckily enough, he happens upon one Jin Suzumiyatake on this particular venture.

...Doing god knows what. Handstands and shit. Okay, no one cares. He's got business to conduct.

"Hey, Jin-san. Just takin' a walk, you know? Actually, if you're not busy, maybe we could walk and talk for a while."

[shslenigma]

It Gets Better [Genji]

[shslenigma]

"Calm you say… I simply don’t see a reason to panic." comes his reply, his tone is unchanging. And why should it change? He’s comfortable enough with this sort of conversation. Even if it comes down to brass tacks and he’s in danger he’ll either get out of it or he won’t. There’s nothing to worry about. If it happens it was clearly meant to anyway, right? That’s how these things went. "You didn’t murder so what does it matter? Someone who almost robs a bank hasn’t yet robbed it. From what I heard you didn’t even touch Inagaki-chin anyway. Good for you, I guess you thought better of it." he nods.

"Really I’m not sure what you’re getting at. You want me to hold a grudge? Or are you implying you intend to kill me next? Really, Genji-chin, there’s no need to hold back, I don’t mind either way."

[thunderjamrecords]

The music producer's jaw hangs slightly as he stands there, reluctantly taking in all that Nagisa has to say. Is... is he serious? He may have tried to play it cool at the trial and shrug that murder attempt right off his shoulders, but he's not stupid. Attempted murder is still just that, an attempt at murder. It's not like anyone's gonna give him a slap on the wrist and things are going to go back to normal. Even if on one hand, Nagisa is totally right, on the other, well... maybe he should give this pretentious brat a reason to panic.

"Oh, I get you. You think I won't do it again? You think I can't do it?"

He'd felt himself being driven by an unhealthy force since the trial. One to prove that he could do it. Not for the sake of graduating, no. Just to come out on top, as he's so accustomed to. His brow twitches at Nagisa's... invitation? Is that what it is? Well, that's what he's taking it as. No holding back. Wrenching his left hand around the boy's scarf, he pulls him close, raising his right hand to take the hit. His irate eyes alternate between his shaking bandaged fist and Nagisa's face. The threat only hangs there in the air, empty as ever.

"Why aren't you mad at me? Why aren't you scared of me?!"

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eat the potato kousuke-chan

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genji’s new name is ;

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jin is perfect

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genji x money