unbeatable!

"Hey there, the name's Arielle Johnson, but I'm sure you've heard of me. World's greatest track star- trust me, you'll never compare." Closed blog affiliated with Operation: Nexus

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✗ not this again ✗

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Changing his outfit back to have a jacket with longer sleeves, Toubei was a bit more willing to brave it out in front of other people again, even if the effects that were sprung onto them mid-game seemed to be still just as annoying.

It probably didn’t help his case if he was putting more layers on himself, possibly restricting his air flow, but he supposed as long as he didn’t put on a scarf, he could try and bare it. He just wanted to look normal, even if it was turning out to be very apparent that no one was free from a transformation of sorts.

He was lost in his own thoughts again, a nasty habit of his, when his trance was broken by the sound of someone yelling elsewhere.

He turned his head, following the source. His feet carried him there much more quickly than his senses could really kick in and take over his curiosity, leading him to spot the track star without much of any idea of what to do.

“Maybe you didn’t do anything…?”

Oh, well, now he did it.

“I mean… Not that I’d know or… well, anything, but… Gaaah…”

Stunning.

     The changes in Toubei were... hard to spot. Upon casual glance, it seemed like nothing was off, but one had to look a little harder to notice even he was not immune. Feathers sprouted where skin was fading, but at least he knew how to dress to hide it.

      Arielle’s changes were also much less noticeable... unless, by some chance, an EMT was around and could easily identify two broken arms. Nonetheless, it showed in her face just how much pain she was in. Her eyebrows creased across her forehead as she replied.

      “I didn’t do anything. I just woke up here, and now I’m in hell. I’ve been a good person all my freaking life, so why do I deserve this?” 

      Now would be the time when she would cross her arms over her chest in defiance, but alas, simple movement was impossible. She figured she was going to have to rely on someone for help, so there was no need to be so mean to this kid.

      “Sorry, I’m just a bit pissed off. It’s not your fault,” she said, swallowing her pride. “But can you help me? I can’t even get a glass of water without wanting to curl up into a ball and cry.” 

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✗ not this again ✗

     Just when it seemed everything was back to normal... the itching sensation started again. It appeared, as she ventured around the building, that everyone else was going through changes as well, and for once she could empathize and she wanted to offer help, if only... her arms didn’t start to hurt. 

     They swelled up, black and blue, like something she remembered from childhood. Being a little too reckless caused her to fall from a magnificent height and break her arm right in two. But this was happening to BOTH of them, and it hurt twice as hard now as she could remember. 

     “Jesus, this is so stupid! W-Why are we going through this? I mean, what he hell did I do?”

     She tried to retrace her steps, think back to a time she might have betrayed someone and earned their distrust, but no matter what she remembered, nothing merited the suffering these students went through on a daily basis. It was sick.. 

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Search.1 ✖ Lights Out ✖ Open

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ultimatebloodsport:

Ellen McLain… not a familiar name, as if it would be.

Honestly Matthias was having trouble making sense of it all. He wasn’t sure how to process it, which was the real pickle here. Body? Replacement? Theatre? All these things, albeit confusing, seemed straightforward enough but what was the right way to go about it, what should be thought about first? It seemed like such a bizarre thing to consider but he’d never been all that good with organizing his thoughts. And rather, why wasn’t he panicking here? Matthias couldn’t help but feel like he should be a lot more shaken up. Huh, his mind really was a weird thing. Still… justice… that… no matter what that was his priority. And if all this was really real… then there was definitely some injustice at play, some dark thoughts.

For a few seconds Matthias traces some letters onto his hand. L-A-C-E-Y. Why was he so bad with names? At the very least he seemed to be okay with faces… now. If that lady over the system was telling the truth about the effects or whatever being over. Well yeah, of course she was telling the truth right? After all, his eyes were doing better now. He takes a deep breath before heading off to the scene all the while rubbing his thumb and knuckles together, shaving off some of that strange dead skin.

Well, as he poked his head in he wasn’t sure what he wasn’t expecting. Reality was quite a crushing thing all the same. Pressing his fingers to his temple he sighs and wonders some pointless wonders over the girl before his eyes flick back open.

“That’s real nasty, y’know… goin’ that far… hope someone’s gotta real good excuse for it.”

In actuality he likely didn’t. It was easier to dislike people that way and with his sense of law and justice… well, he much preferred that sort of thing, he supposed. He drops to his knees near the body and clenches one fist, pressing it to his forehead.

“May you go to a better n’ lighter place there,” he pauses, eyebrows furrowed for a second, mouthing system before his muscles and features relax a little. “Miss Lacey.” That seems to do it. That he remembers. Satisfied, he gets back up and glances around the area. With his mind the way it is, working alone would probably be, well… ill-advised. Would anyone help him out? Ah, it was worth a try.

“Hey– can I go n’ ask you to help me out? I’ll be your assistant, y’know? Watson n’ Holmes or whatever. I just wanna do what I can for the miss, y’know? Lotta ground to cover, though.”

     The body was something Arielle hadn’t expected- and yet, she had been dreading it since the beginning. More than anything, she found that the person responsible was disgusting; having to resort to something so low as murder for their own sake? She scoffed at the idea. 

     “I’ll help,” she whispered softly as she approached Matthias. The effects were over, the motive was useless now, but all of this was still fresh in their memories, making even simple movement hard to bear. It was tough medicine to swallow- the idea that something as heavy as murder was taken so lightly here. 

     “I hope whoever did this gets what they deserved,” she mumbled, twirling a strand of hair around her pinkie. She was nervous, for once, and didn’t know how to deal with it. Any other time, she would have hidden in her room, avoided human contact. But now, she craved it. She wanted to be reassured they were all real, and that she was still alive. Because right now, it felt as if she were the one dead on the floor, not Lacey. 

     “But where should we start?” 

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hi helo apparently im not in the chat again so if its ok that i can thread with you... please let me know... 

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a sprite of arielle by trash---senpai

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Round.2 ✖ Deadlock ✖ Open

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Ohhh, it was Arielle! This girl he knew. Not in that kind of childhood friend way but more in the ‘whoa how cool this person’s been in the news and on the TV’ sort of thing. He found it hard to keep updated on things but he liked sports and often sports stars. Somehow they came to him a bit easier. Thank god for the small things, eh?

Suddenly she reaches for his hand and tears off some of the tape and that’s when he notices the red pouring down it. How long’s that been bleeding on for? Geez, he’s gonna get himself killed like this one of these days… and he’d made her worried to boot.

“Gonna sting?”

Matthias blinks at that and there’s a sort of strange far-off look in his eyes before he just… well, laughs. It’s not exactly an unkind sort of laugh but it’s hard to detect the mirth in it all the same.

“Well it’d be a lie to say I’d feel it at all, y’know? Congumbo anagram or something; I’m not so good with the wordin’. Can’t feel that, y’know? Can’t get hurt. Well, I guess words still sting a bit.“

And he laughs again, this time with a bit more warmth. It’s a bit sad feeling you’re burdening everyone else but he’s a bit happy to have someone look out for him. He’s clueless; dependable at times but clueless. Usually back when he was fighting he had a medic look after him. Make sure he never went too far. It’s a scary thing that, ‘too far’. But everyone’s got a ‘too far’, don’t they? Guess even if it’s scary it’s natural. Whoa, that’s deep! Too deep for him, really and he just bobs his head to the girl in gratefulness.

“Hey, thank you, sorry to pain ya with all this. I’m a danger to myself sometimes, y’know? I can’t even feel it happenin’.”

Then it’s time for him to be a little concerned as she drops his wrist and seems a bit… off? Confused about something… like something happened. If something did it’s nothing he’s aware of.

“’Ey, what’s troublin’ your mind, seems like something’s cooking. You okay there? Let me help if I can, yeah? Don’t wanna keep on being this big useless lug over here, y’know?”

She was about to answer when the announcement turned on- something horrid about murder, and this time they’d been given incentive. She paused, feet nearly glued to the floor. So this was serious. Murder was no joking matter, and this was the reason they’d been kidnapped. Some kind of experiment; made her feel a little sick, quite honestly.

“Uh, oh... It’s nothing,” she said, after the voice of Leroy faded from her eardrums. Still, the message wouldn’t leave her brain; she guessed, it would be there for a quite a while into the forseeable future, keeping her up at night and easing into tears if she ever needed them. 

“Did you hear that?” She asked, her voice softer than before. Not that he was going to say “no”- she knew, even if she wished it to be true, that this wasn’t a trick of the brain. This was an absolute certainty.

Although, for her own sake, she tried to push it down. Shallow it like medicine that tasted all too bitter.

“That’s... got to be a joke,” she continued with a shake to her head and a pout on her lips. “Whatever, Ignore it. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time, and that is...”

Oh, right. Cleaning. Something that, for some reason, felt all too painful. She gave him a concerned look before turning to look in the cabinets. “Find some new bandaids. I’m sure they’ve got to be around here somewhere. A kitchen can’t be complete without a first aid kit to make up for all the dangerous junk in it.” 

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Round.2 ✖ Deadlock ✖ Open

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 It was a one-two punch here, pardon the punning.

First was the mention of staying alive… killing others. That couldn’t be serious right? Sure there was some long thingy speech about ‘changes’ but honestly it’d gone in one ear and exited the other. He was more concerned with the killing thing. Sure, he was nicknamed the ‘Dead Man’ but he had no intention of being literally dead. Ah well, is that more hyperbole at play here? Maybe. Seems like a bit of a stretch that just saying ‘stay alive’ and ‘kill people’ would be enough to really make people do such a thing. So for now it should be good. Even if it wasn’t… well… what kind of idiot would take him on? Sure he hadn’t exactly broadcast it but he was a mixed martial artist and it wasn’t like he didn’t look the part… still, didn’t stop him from being a bit worried about others.

The second part of the one-two punch though was what happened afterwards… was this the change that guy was talking about? Christ, he didn’t expect it to be so sudden… and so strong. Everything’s a mess. Things faded into each other, colours melding into one leaving him seeing a weird blur he couldn’t quite explain.

Matthias’s first instinct was to rub at his eyes, fists clenched, but it didn’t take. Everything was still all fogged over. What was happening here, did he need glasses or something? Maybe he focused in on… OUCH! What kind of feeling was that?

“Yyyikes, what the shit– that’s not fun…” he mumbles actively taking a step back. What’s going on here, is this really what they meant… he meant… whatever it was meant about change? It sure wasn’t what he was expecting… he wasn’t sure what he was expecting honestly but certainly not this. Seeking to clear his head, Matthias makes his way to to kitchen, occasionally knocking into something here and there. Maybe he just needs some energy… some food should do the trick… right? Right? Well, it’s worth a shot. He bungles around for a bit, searching for utensils, a little lost when he finds a drawer and ransacks it. As he does someone else appears to enter but he doesn’t have the time to greet them properly right now… he’s on a mission.

“Man, I can’t find hardly anythin’ of use in this thing… hey n’ lo to you though, hopefully you’re not handling whatever you’re handlin’ too badly, right?”

He babbles on until he retrieves a knife from the drawer… and as he does so, blood rains down from a now open cut on his palm. It must’ve shredded through the tape, too. It didn’t seem to bother Matthias any though. Had he even noticed it?

Arielle had met some weird people here- that wasn’t anything she bothered to hide. And one of the few people she recognized from TV- another sports student- was just like the rest of them, to her disappointment. He rambled on about things, acted as though something were the matter with his eyes, and she couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying. And yet, she found herself hoping this was only the result of “bodily changes” Leroy had addressed earlier, because she had been so hoping to befriend this guy. He USED to seem normal, but now she was second guessing her own judgement. 

“Need help?” She asked, an eyebrow raised as she met his side, beginning to go through the drawers whilst taking a few seconds to scratch at her arms. She didn’t know what he was looking for- she couldn’t even begin to guess- and she was about to ask when she noticed blood splurting from a wound on his hand. Had he accidentally harmed himself with a utensil in his determination to locate whatever it was he was looking for?

“Shit,” she muttered and reached for his hand. Carefully, she tore away the cloth to get a closer look at the injury. “We need to clean this right away so it doesn’t get infected. It’s going to sting, just a heads up.”

She turned to the faucet, turned the handle, and began to run his skin through the water. That was, when she felt her arms getting more and more sore- almost as easily breakable as glass. In addition, the itchiness seemed to be getting worse. She dropped her grip on his wrist just to attempt to ease it- to no avail.

“What the...?” 

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give me all your bee syrup now ll OPEN

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Thus, this is how Mayumi Sawada found himself in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets. A small pile of fruit was on the counter-and what a pile it was. Apples, peaches, lemons, durians…all kinds of fruit was piled in. He seemed very determined to scrounge up every last bit of fruit.

The sound of the kitchen door couldn’t deter them from their quest but they did speak up; whoever it was most likely dealing with the sudden news and would want to talk. Probably.

“Hey hey hey, what’s shakin’? Sorry ‘bout the whole mess here but I’m playing Fruit Ninja right now and when I’m done I’m gonna hoove all this fruit right down my gaping maw. ‘N fact, I’m gonna eat one right now.”

He proceeded to grab a tomato from the pile and chomp into it like it was an apple. If their companion said anything in reply to this, he didn’t hear it. And for the record, tomatoes are botanically a fruit. It counts.

“Anyway, this killing shit is all pretty wild, yeah? Sure is getting all Battle Royale in here. Wonder if our barcodes are the modern day collars. But that asides…”

He put the half-eaten tomato down and finally turned to their speaking companion. Though his tone was as easygoing at always, it was obvious that he intended for the question to be answered.

“So riddle me this: are you my Noriko Nakagawa? Or are you perhaps more of a Kazuo Kiriyama?”

Arielle had just wanted something to drink- that was all she asked for. Not someone to talk to her, especially not to ramble bullshit that quite frankly she didn’t understand at all. 

“If you eat and talk, you’re more likely to choke and become victim number one,” she said whilst pouring herself a cup of water. It was a dry joke- one that any normal person wouldn’t have the guts to laugh at given their situation, but she figured this wasn’t a normal person. She could tell from the hair.

“Anyway, sorry, I have no clue what you’re going on about. Are those famous people? Sorry, I don’t really keep up with anything but sports. I am Arielle Johnson, though, if you needed to know.”

As she lifted her drink to her mouth, she realized her arms were hurting worse than before. She began shifting through the cabinets for some Advil or something of that nature, just to ease the pain a teeny tiny bit. She needed to work out, after all. She wouldn’t let anything get in the way of her perfect figure, not even the possibility of dying. 

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it’s our heart that makes the beat

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Ayumu Asato had heard a lot of bullshit in his life. He’d heard nonsense, he’d heard crap, he would have heard balderdash and poppycock had he been pretentious enough to use either of those words, but he’d never heard as much bullshit as he heard when Leroy made the new announcement. The lenses of his eyes instinctively refocused, something he did idly when surprised or bored, as he listened to the announcement. 

What… what could this man possibly be talking about? Ayumu was, of course, no stranger to changes to his body. The high-tech cybernetics he had in place of his eyes were testament to that. But this was a load of nonsense. Surely, he’d know if he’d had any other cybernetics installed. After all, even after having had years to get used to them, he still sometimes forgot about his cybernetics. 

And that part about killing each other - now that was a load of crap if Ayumu had ever heard one. Idly scratching at his neck, the photographer decided to go and take refuge in the library from all the chaos and hubbub, finding to his irritation that his skin was starting to get weirdly flaky. If only he had some moisturizer in this place. Turning his brightness to maximum in the dark room, he settled down with a book near the door, because there wasn’t anything else worthwhile to do in this place.

Arielle had been meaning to chat with the strange-eyed man since the very beginning of their situation; she just hadn’t had the guts (or time) to do so yet. So when she saw him in the library, book in hand with no one else around, she approached, curiosity having gotten the best of her.

“I guess, when they said we’d have some changes to our bodies, that thing doesn’t count, right?” She said bluntly, pointing to the cybernetics where human eyes should be. She took a moment to read the title of the novel, before continuing to speak with him, blatantly not giving a crap whether she was bothering or not. 

“I saw you with, er, those on before. What are they?”

She then shut her mouth, giving him time to answer her questions. She wasn’t really one for small talk herself, and hell, she rarely spoke with people first and instead let them approach her, but she had to know. She couldn’t die in here without at least that much. 

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primafaciegirl:

“HmmmMmmmm…!”  That’s what it sounded like. “Well dang! I guess that means that just about everyone is probably in the same boat there, then. I hope whoever’s responsible for this isn’t going through my browser history, sheesh.”

She didn’t sound too awfully amused by her own statement, clicking her tongue as she focused on the girl’s voice in front of her. The tall way she stood was lost on Takara, but she could detect the confidence through Arielle’s voice, pleased by such a direct conversationalist.

“Mmmmmhhhm. Got their grubby little hands on almost all of my stuff, actually, save for trusty Nerd Bapper 2000 here.”  That seemed to be the cane, since she was holding little else.  “Say, do you think that’s really what this is? A kidnapping? I mean sure, this whole morning is a lawsuit just waiting to happen for SURE, but can we be sure it’s not some elaborate hazing tradition?? Who am I talking to, anyway?!”

Arielle had to laugh, wondering what this girl could have possibly been looking at on her phone. “I have nothing to hide. So I hope they enjoy reading my training journal logs. There’s not much else in my history.”

She then crossed her arms over her chest and looked around. For some unknown reason, she felt a little sore. Or, maybe sore wasn’t the best word. Maybe that was “broken”. To be (painfully) honest, she was feeling much like glass.. So easily shattered and frail. Weird. 

“Nerd Bapper 200, huh?” She pointed to the cane, tapping it lightly with a painted fingernail. “I’m assuming you use it to bap nerds? Unless the name is a red herring.” 

She couldn’t help but smile, even if small talk wasn’t her strong point. She didn’t even know if she was doing well at this whole “friend” thing, but she was trying nonetheless. 

“I’m Arielle Johnson. Yourself?” 

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This is going to be Hell.

Arielle scoffed at the announcement. The person on the other end seemed to be bluffing- or so, she hoped. She’d hate to kill over this, though that seemed to be a stretch. Plus, he didn’t know what was going on, so there was probably some mistake...

Nonetheless, he said everyone would undergo changes. She didn’t know what that entailed, but she supposed they’d find out eventually. She scratched at her arms, which were feeling a bit more sore than usual. Likely from the workouts she’d done earlier in the morning. Hell if she’d let this place get her out of shape. It was all she could pride herself in. 

“So, I’m guessing police are still looking. Great... Just perfect,” she said, nails still digging into her skin. “What are we going to do about this? I have things I have to get done! What the hell is taking so long?” 

Her mood seemed to be dropping the longer they were there... 

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{arabesque} - OPEN

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Instead of continuing to worry about the inevitable truth that she might have been captured, Marta found herself navigating the halls. A few turns here and there and she ended up just outside of the library. The ballerina pulled up her sleeve and held the barcode up to the detector. 

With ease it seemed to unlock the door and allowed her inside. From this point it was eerily dark like when she had first woken up. Though there seemed to be dim lights to help her along. The soft bass of the movie theatre played nearby as she held her breath.

“Ah- ahem..” She tried to make her presence known. “Is anyone in here?”

Unknowing about the seemingly empty room, Marta decided to stride farther into it. She scanned the rows of books as she followed down the center isle. All sorts of genre’s resided on the shelves.

“It’s truly a shame it’s so dark, how is anyone suppose to read in here?” 

Arielle had- mistakenly- assumed she was alone. The darkness in the room was certainly eerie, yes, but the other students just made the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach worse. She wasn’t a fan of needless interaction, and since none of them were much help, she had decided to go wandering off on her own. That’s not so say, she liked being the sole person in the room, however. She had the strange feeling she was being watched...

So when the ballerina announced her presence, Arielle was admittedly kind of relieved. “I’m here,” she called out, her voice just as stern as ever, and hardly welcoming at all. She didn’t mean to sound rude; she just always came off that way. 

“Please tell me you have a phone or something? No one else seems to know what the hell is going on.” She breathed out a bit, her hands somewhat shaky as she fingered through the pages of a book. “I mean, it’s obvious we’ve gotten kidnapped, but the police don’t seem to know that yet. Eventually, they’ll be looking, right?”

She ran a hand through her short pink hair, ruffling it a bit as she perfected her posture. “I’m Arielle, by the way. Yourself?” 

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One Squid, Two Squids.. (Open)

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At least all the city kids could have him get used to this place, no matter how strange or ominous it appeared to be. “Ehh, 42nd streets is only as creepy as yous makes it, see? Just gotta watch out for the people up ta’ no good, stand talls and youlls be fine, awight? The place ’s got so much to offer and nothings should be getting in the way of thats.” Not sure if that would change her opinion but Squids was only trying to help ease any of her uneasiness. He grabbed Arielle’s had into his own and used it to stand up. “Squids and nothings more. Nice to meetchyas!”

“I guess you’re right,” she said, perfecting her posture a bit in order to show off her own height. She seemed to loom a couple inches overhead- not that she really minded. She liked being on top, and being tall just made everything better. Short people really had it bad. 

“Squids. That’s an unusual name. Or, well, I’m guess it’s a nickname, because of that, er... thing on your head.” She pointed. “Nice to meet you too, though. Hopefully, we’ll be getting out of here soon.” 

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Dream Latte || Caadia || Arielle

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Feeling a hand on her head, her body tensed up and her breathing grew more erratic, unable to look at the stranger. After a minute or two, she finally felt her breathing return to a normal pace. The pat on her head…though, not the most helpful thing to do…she did appreciate it a lot. 

She put her hands against the wall and slowly stood up, legs wobbling, causing her to almost fall over again. A small whimper escaped her mouth as she turned to the pink haired girl and adjusted her scarf over her mouth, making her voice muffled and somewhat difficult to hear.

“…U…um… Thank you m…miss… I’m s…I’m sor-rry for giving you so much…trouble… Uwaaaa…”

From her posture, it was obvious that she was not comfortable speaking to Arielle– or…speaking in general, but she tried her best to be audible, despite the fact that she couldn’t look anywhere other than at her feet.

“U…uuuh… Could you…m-mayb-be come with me t…to…the kitchen…? Or something…if there i…is one… I might need some…wat-ter if that’s…possible… O-oh…! By the…way my na…my name is Caadia…Caadia Williams…”

The girl was obviously still shaken; Arielle couldn’t leave now... Her reputation depended on it. She grabbed hold of the other’s arm and wrapped it around her neck, making more of a support system. Her number one fear was having this chick pass out on her. Besides, this was nothing; they did this in sports all the time. 

“Here, this might help,” she said swiftly, keeping a bit of a hard grasp. She had forgotten other people weren’t as sturdy as herself, and maybe she was being too forward anyway. However, she wasn’t in the mindset to question her actions. She was working solely on impulse as she lead Caadia into the kitchen. 

“I’m Arielle by the way. Arielle Johnson. I sometimes forget that people don’t really watch sports, so they wouldn’t know who I am,” she laughed as she grabbed a cup into which she poured the water before handing it over to her new friend. “Nice to meet you though.” 

She waited a while before speaking again, making sure she didn’t overwhelm the other with nonsense talking. “So, feeling better now?” She asked when ten minutes of silence rolled around. It was getting kind of awkward. 

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primafaciegirl:

Plain? Plain?! Takara Ito’s charming aesthetic had a little something to say about all that, it sure did. If only it, or its human vessel, had heard Arielle’s rude thought. Instead, all she heard was something about calling the cops! A rather more typical thing to be focusing on in such a situation, if she had any say in the matter.

With a dramatic turn, she held her cane out in front of the incoming footsteps she’d noticed pace by her for the third time in a row now. Turning to face Arielle, she held her head high with urgency.

“Not yet- hey, does that mean you have actually cellphone on you?! Tell me it has service wherever we are- thank god. Takara’s the name, by the way, being kidnapped is a-parrent-ly the game! Okay, when emergency services answers the phone, immediately state the words this is an emergency! Simple. Attention-grabbing. And to the point! Then-”

Please stop her now.

Arielle turned on her heel to face the strangely-clad girl, her mind already concocting insults in her head. These people were absolutely mindless about how to dress themselves, or perhaps she’d been caught up in some sort of “anime convention”. She had heard about those on television once.

“I don’t have a phone,” she said at last, checking her pockets for the mobile device that seemed to have gone missing. “I mean, I had it last night before getting kidnapped, but it’s gone. Shit.”  A sigh left her lips as she admitted defeat. 

“What about you though?” She questioned, standing tall and attempting to appear as calm and collected a possible. Even if it did irritate her that her phone had practically vanished. 

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Although I'm not in the chat, I want to apologize for inactivity. I swear I haven't forgotten about the group, but some really heavy stuff has come up for me, and without mentioning it (due to it being triggering, ect.) I will be gone for... A bit. 

If you want details, inbox me on tumblr. Not Skype, as I don't have access to that right now. 

Until then, so long. I'll be back before motive, if I get better.