What's up I'm Yuka Suzuki, do you want to ask me something or what? ( mun: pumakaji64 ) Gender: female Condition: A burnt corpse; dead sexuality: Hetero Age: 16
"W-why the Hell are you crying?" Yuka couldn’t help but ask with a bit of hostility in her voice "You have no freaking right to cry!" She yelled getting a bit teary-eyed herself " I promise my father that I would be safe! How do you think he’s gonna fucking react when he finds...
"R-real dad?..." Yuka mumbled the words and grew quite as old repressed memories began to resurface, Yuka quickly tried to shake off the memories. The violinist remained silent and quivered as she cried until she fell to her knees "Damn it all..." She spoke out hoarsely while grabbing her hair in frustration. "This is all just so fucked up!" she screamed out before going silent again.
'Did I hear…' Yuka thought as she heard what sounded like someone calling her name. 'that voice… could it be.' The violinist's expression hardened as she began to recognize the voice. Yuka instantly began to head toward the source of the voice. “You… YOU!” She yelled as she saw...
"W-why the Hell are you crying?" Yuka couldn't help but ask with a bit of hostility in her voice "You have no freaking right to cry!" She yelled getting a bit teary-eyed herself " I promise my father that I would be safe! How do you think he's gonna fucking react when he finds out that I broke that promise, I was all he had... You just had to come and fuck everything up." The girl had tears streaming down her face as she shouted. "Did you ever think about that, what the Hell were you even thinking about when you killed me?!?"
…Silence. There was a lot of it for a while. She didn’t like it in the slightest, really. Although it’s not like she could do anything about it. She was dead. She was no more. There would be no more stories to hear and no more new people to meet. Just never-ending silence. Maybe it was better that...
'Did I hear...' Yuka thought as she heard what sounded like someone calling her name. 'that voice... could it be.' The violinist's expression hardened as she began to recognize the voice. Yuka instantly began to head toward the source of the voice. "You... YOU!" She yelled as she saw Ara " WHY!?! Why did you do it, why did you choose me?! " The girl was fuming as she spoke to her killer. "Why did you fucking kill me!?"
There are 20 in total for the 6 living students to look at. Only 13 are filled. The glass is a dark green and extremely thick the the silhouettes of the people inside the tubes cannot be made out. The only thing to be made out is height, though it’s listed below.
"So another thing, heheh sorry your probably sick of me asking questions but you looked lonely over here by yourself. Have you tried talking to anyone else? To be honest your the first person I’ve spoken too since… you know, since I got here." It was still odd to her, being dead...
' Shit, I've made him upset! Crap I knew this was only gonna end badly... I need to think of something to cheer the guy up, I can't screw this friendship up before it's even begun.' She thought to herself " Um, yeah I guess it uh would be... impossible..." She said awkwardly. when suddenly an idea popped into her head ".... Hey let's try to find a way for you too communicate, that way you can do more then answer yes and no questions. Do you think their is any paper in the afterlife, or pencil's for that matter?" She asked . " If we can't find any we'll just have to think of an alternate solution."
My muses are always in a perpetual state of growing, because we as human beings are always growing and changing. It seems strange, to me, that your main protagonist in the story of their lives, would remain a static character.
She gazed in the distance for a moment not saying anything ’ Dad… I fucked up, please don’t be mad ’ she thought to herself. “… So does it hurt for you? Your wounds I mean?” She asked curiously ” I know I kinda look like shit but I don’t feel anything, not even when press hard...
"So another thing, heheh sorry your probably sick of me asking questions but you looked lonely over here by yourself. Have you tried talking to anyone else? To be honest your the first person I've spoken too since... you know, since I got here." It was still odd to her, being dead wasn't anything like she expected Yuka imagined death being a lot different.
Yuka smiled a bit more genuinely this time ’ At least he regrets what he did… I wonder if Ara regrets what she did’ she pushed away the thought immediately ” M’kay, well you seem like an alright guy. This whole situation is just fucked up, it brings out the worst in people.” She...
She gazed in the distance for a moment not saying anything ' Dad... I fucked up, please don't be mad ' she thought to herself. "... So does it hurt for you? Your wounds I mean?" She asked curiously " I know I kinda look like shit but I don't feel anything, not even when press hard on the bruises Ara gave me." She looked at the bruises and rubbed them softly. " I just want to know if it's different for others."
Yuka couldn’t help but shudder when she heard the sound the boy made, for a moment she looked disturbed but immediately put on a smile of sorts ’ God dammit Yuka, this conversation just started and you’ve already almost offended him. ’ she thought harshly to herself. ” So um, you can’t talk I guess. Well that’s a shame, I knew a guy who was mute that communicated by writing stuff down and with sign language but he was a weird prick. I doubt you know sign language though. ” she assumed. ” … Hey uh James, can I ask you something. You can just respond by nodding your head or something. Did you regret killing them?” She asked him out right.
He listened intently because that was all he could do. The girl seemed nice. He wished she had survived. He was fine with throwing away that old helmet if it meant she survived. Then he was asked the question.
He didn’t hesitate. He nodded his head. He nodded it several time to make it obvious how much he hated himself for losing control. The first rule of caving was not to panic and what had he done.
Yuka smiled a bit more genuinely this time ' At least he regrets what he did... I wonder if Ara regrets what she did' she pushed away the thought immediately " M'kay, well you seem like an alright guy. This whole situation is just fucked up, it brings out the worst in people." She lamented " I kinda wish I never came here, I thought something was weird the moment I got my ticket... I wonder what my dad is thinking right now."
She couldn’t help but stare at him… he was just so pitiful. ’ How the Hell did someone like him murder someone else in such a brutal way.’ Yuka thought to herself as she looked at James from a distance. She hadn’t tried to talk to other dead students, she didn’t know them and...
Yuka couldn't help but shudder when she heard the sound the boy made, for a moment she looked disturbed but immediately put on a smile of sorts ' God dammit Yuka, this conversation just started and you've already almost offended him. ' she thought harshly to herself. " So um, you can't talk I guess. Well that's a shame, I knew a guy who was mute that communicated by writing stuff down and with sign language but he was a weird prick. I doubt you know sign language though. " she assumed. " ... Hey uh James, can I ask you something. You can just respond by nodding your head or something. Did you regret killing them?" She asked him out right.
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