✪1!

[hemoeroticism]

Characters: Hagire and you!
Setting: Room 4-10, then Cafeteria
Format: Your choice!
Summary: "Mockingbird" arrives, and keeps up a charade until a certain Wretched Egg inevitably finds him.
Warnings: Blood, mostly his own. Besides that... To be determined. It's Hagire.

Room 4-10! (Open to Roommates)

He flew through the infirmary check-up relatively quickly. He didn't really like the idea of having another collar on his neck, but at least this one didn't require candy. His own, when he was impersonating Toto Sakigami, was actually deactivated and was just for show, but out of curiosity, he tried some of that candy once upon a time. It took a serious effort not to throw up.

But on the way out, he grabbed a sterile needle and some thread used to sew stitches. It was an infirmary, they wouldn't miss it. He quickly made his way back to his newly assigned room, and next to a mirror, removed his shirt. Despite the frigid temperatures, he didn't seem even the least bit bothered by it; if anything he looked like he should be in excruciating pain for an entirely different reason. His body was covered in absolutely grotesque scars, particularly near the joints, ribs, and larger muscles. He was currently in the process of removing bloody stitches, and replacing them with new stitches, before tightening them and... severing the thread with tiny, red blades that sprouted out of the grooves in his fingertips with a barely audible ripping sound, before retreating back into his skin. Tiny droplets of blood would be left behind, which he wiped off on a paper towel.

He began tightening the stitches near his right wrist. This didn't appear to be hurting him, but anyone walking in on him would probably think someone was just performing a surgery in here. Eventually, he tossed the old stitches into a plastic bag, tied it, and tossed it into a nearby waste basket.

Want to ask what, exactly, he's doing?

Cafeteria!

... Guess who's choking down that disgusting oatmeal? "I didn't think anyone could copy the taste of the Candy!" he complains loudly, after choking down a spoonful of this sludge. After a lifetime (actually, two and a half lifetimes) of being spoiled on both Chan and En's cooking as well as the best food money can buy, this stuff just tastes foul. He's actually trying to finish it quickly, swallowing quickly so the taste doesn't linger.

"Ugh!" he groans. He looks like a kid who is being forced by his parents to eat spinach, that wasn't even prepared right. The look on his face is hard to exaggerate.

But in the back of his mind, he can't help but think about something. The world was destroyed. Unless some kind of apocalypse happened while he wasn't looking, there was only one way he could think of where that would be possible, and a certain Mother Goose System existed just to prevent that kind of thing.

... If she's here - and logically, she has to be, if he is - she won't be able to resist showing up eventually. Until then...

He takes another spoonful of the oatmeal. Half the bowl down. He's suffered way worse than this, but this garbage tastes downright vile.

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Cafeteria

[tohko_amano]

Tohko hadn't eaten any normal food in awhile. While she didn't mind that, she knew it would make other people suspicious of her if she didn't, so she wandered into the Cafeteria..and saw someone eating some oatmeal and looking like they had tasted a complete collection of Lovecraft and were new to it.

"Erm..pardon me, but I find that the oatmeal tastes better if you add things to it, like sauces and berries."

[hemoeroticism]

That caught his attention. He looked up at the one who caught his attention, a spoonful of the oatmeal in his hand, just inches from his mouth. His bright yellow eyes narrowed a bit. Suddenly, after a few seconds of staring, he suddenly leans in, his face inches from her, eyes squinting.

"Well, that's thoughtful of you. ✩~" he says quietly, grinning suddenly. He brings the spoonful of oatmeal up to his mouth, downing it, without retreating from Tohko's personal space. Grimacing, he swallows it, and tosses the spoon over his shoulder. "What's a little girl like you doing here? Did someone blow up your world, too? ✩"

[tohko_amano]

Tohko took a few steps back to keep some personal space. This guy was just like Wretched Egg when it came to personal space. However, she didn't quit looking at him or show any signs of backing down or weakness.

"I'm here because the Administrators pulled me here, just like you. And don't worry, your universe isn't destroyed! There are several people here who wouldn't be able to exist if their universes were destroyed, so don't worry. Your universe is fine."

[hemoeroticism]

He's even dressed like her. Well. Dressed like Shiro's first bodysuit, not like her 'Red Man' armor or the purple bodysuit she gets later on.

"Aww, it isn't?" That almost sounded disappointed. He even over-exaggerates a childish pout, but still didn't lean back away from her, even as she took those steps backwards. Smart move.

... Suddenly, he claps his hands, and finally retreats from her personal space. "Oh well! ✩ Unless those 'administrators' brought the entire Mother Goose System here too, I think I can get used to this place!"

He glances down at the oatmeal, and grimaces again. Just a few more spoonfuls... then he can hunt down a Deadman and chase it down with their blood. If only there were any here...

Cafeteria

[technologic]

[It was pretty hard not to notice him choking down the oatmeal, with how loud he's being about it. So April glances over at him curiously from where she's making some tea for herself.]

Don't worry, you just gotta eat it this one time and that's it.

[hemoeroticism]

[ Someone addressed him... oh, look. She... she kind of looked like Rei Takashima, only with longer hair and without the mole or glasses.

... He hated Rei Takashima. ]

One time? Is that all? ✩

[ He hops up onto the seat he's on, crouched. He then pounces over towards April, landing gracefully on the table right in front of her, leaning in. From this close up, it'd be pretty easy to see the scars on what's visible of his skin. His bright yellow eyes stared into her own. Yep... she does look like Rei. ]

Good. Because odds are, I'm gonna find someone else here much tastier, and I'd hate to throw them back up! ✩

[technologic]

[April just blinks back at him, dark blue-grey eyes meeting yellow, not showing much of an reaction to him being this close besides faint surprise. Of course, that doesn't mean alarm bells aren't going off, but April has gotten good at hiding things over the years.]

Yep, only one time. So you don't have to worry about throwing anything up once you've eaten the oatmeal.

The following tag does NOT contain subliminal messaging. ♥

[hemoeroticism]

[ He claps his hands. ]

I'd better finish it, then! ✩

[ He then roughly contorts his own neck, a soft tearing sound being heard. One of the stitches on a scar on the side of his head ripped open, and blood began pooling near one of his ears. Suddenly, however, it begins merging with his hair, forming an impossibly long strand of 'solid' blood that stretched out towards his bowl, wrapping around it. Another strand picked up the spoon, reeling it in back to him, Indiana Jones style. The bowl and the fork were plopped into his lap. He crossed his legs, and took another spoonful of the oatmeal, the two 'whips' of blood retreating back into the tear in his skin.

He then started talking with his mouth full. ]

That one's called 'Whip Wing.'

[ Swallows. ]

Her blood tasted really good. ✩

Cafeteria - 1/2 Enters Shiro

[taintedwhite]

Of course by staying in the Cafeteria he is bound to get noticed by a certain albino girl on a quasi permanent sugar high. And rather sooner than later.

As soon as she takes in the characteristic and rather uncommon mop of green hair, Shiro saunters happily toward his table, grinning widely and waving at him.

"Hey, Toto! Shiro didn't know Toto was in the Tower too! Was Toto hiding all that time? If he was, it's not very nice!"

She plops down in a chair in front of him.

Cafeteria - 2/2 Along with someone else~

[taintedwhite]

But as soon as she's seated, she bows her head. Maybe it's just an impression but something in her attitude changes drastically and it's as if the atmosphere had gotten thicker around her, figuratively speaking.

When she looks back at the 'boy' in front of her, her eyes are half-lidded and her smile is not innocent and childish anymore.

"How can you eat something as disgusting as this? I'm pretty sure even worms would be tastier... Let alone Deadmen's blood, of course~"

[hemoeroticism]

He knows that voice. He turns, and sure enough, there's that sweet, innocent smile. ... Not quite who he wanted to see, but he'll take it.

"Shiro! ✩" He calls out, waving, with just the tiniest hint of disappointment in his voice. He watches her plop down in the chair in front of him, taking note of what she was wearing. Which, the very last time he had seen her, was nothing. "Eheh... sorry, I just got here. You make it sound li-"

... Ahh, that's more like it. His grin only widens as he sees that familiar dead, half-lidded stare, complete with that crazed grin which really shouldn't be speaking in such a deadpan tone. "Letting Shiro out to see me only to stuff her back in her cage as soon as she says hi? So mean. ✩"

He takes another spoonful of that crap, making a face as he chokes it down. "Aha, yeah, they said I'll throw everything up until I eat a bowl full of this. Blood only tastes good going down the first time."

[taintedwhite]

Wretched Egg could only chuckle at this. "She was before I saw you. Would you have preferred I had stayed inside her mind instead of coming out to greet you? That would have been mean too. For you." She seemed to ponder something. "Maybe I should do just that, next time."

"Well you would know~"

cafeteria;

[harepiece]

[Having experienced the misery of oatmeal just a meal prior, he understands what a tragedy this scene is! It's enough to get him to stop on his way out of the room and fish around on his tray, which is loaded with some sloppy-looking pancakes and various toppings.

After a few seconds he deposits a little bowl of blueberries on the table, along with a small glass sugar dish he had nabbed from the condiments bar.]

That oatmeal is kind of miserable, isn't it? But these might make it taste a little better.

cafeteria;

[hemoeroticism]

[ He nearly jumps as someone drops a bowl of condiments near him, about ready to rip open the scar on his palm and ram a Crow Claw through this guy's face, until Hagire realizes what he was offering. Bright yellow eyes blink a few times, before looking down at the two bowls. ]

Oh, uh. [ Right. Deadman Wonderland isn't known for random acts of kindness. Not unless it was one of his two creepy twin adopted children. ] Thanks! ✩ [ He'll just dump the entire payload of condiments into the oatmeal, now. ]

[harepiece]

[OH NO he had still been planning on using those after a share had been taken!! Far too late to save any of it now, though.]

I don't think it's quite miserable enough to require that much sugar... [The empty bowls are given a wistful look, but he picks them up, stacks them and sets it back onto his tray without much fuss.

—And then sits himself down, because he's suddenly decided that he'd much rather have a meal here after all.] Tell me if that makes it bearable!

[hemoeroticism]

And I think it is. [ End of argument. He takes another spoonful, and while it still tastes like roadkill, it's at least semi-tolerable now. He's still going to need something to chase it down with after, however. ]

Bearable, yes. Good? Nope. ✩

4-10

[playingdetective]

What... Hey! Are you okay?!

[Akise hasn't been in the tower long enough to be jaded to the sight of blood. He's good at bracing himself, yet when faced with another person committing such a seemingly terrible act upon themselves, he can't help but add a heap of worry to his voice, pain or not. If there's something that can break him out of his cool demeanor, it's a person being at risk of serious injury.]

[hemoeroticism]

Huh?

[ Oh, this must be one of his new roommates. Hagire's eyes narrowed a bit... silver hair, not white. And he's used to seeing that just about everywhere he goes, whether it's Chand and En, or Shiro. Or, you know. The other Shiro. ]

Me? I'm fine! ✩ [ See that grin as he sews one of his hands back on? Totally normal. He doesn't even look like he's in pain, despite the blood in the room. And even though Akise has seen more than his fair share of blood... something about his blood just might seen off. It's more viscous than it should be, but it's still fresh enough to not have had enough time to coagulate. ] Might wanna stay away from the blood though, aha~ ✩ It's dangerous.

room 4-10

[castersplaything]

Well, Shotaro was one used to feeling fear. And when he finally finished dressing in full with his school uniform. Turning around, he flinched back. What in the heck was going on!? This was not what he needed when his mind was still in shock.

"Shouldn't you...go to a doctor or something?"

[hemoeroticism]

He was fixing the stitches on his right leg, extending from his ankle to just below the kneecap. Another roommate? Just how many were they going to give him? It wasn't good for their help.

"A doctor?" he asks, feigning an expression as if he were actually considering it. He then grins, almost psychotically. He's clearly not in any pain. If anything, he almost seems to be enjoying this. "I am a doctor. ✩"

Well, technically a scientist, but he has plenty of medical knowledge. Otherwise, Sorae Igarashi wouldn't have let him anywhere near Shiro. In fact, she probably shouldn't have anyway. "Besides~ I wouldn't trust these guys with anything. Especially not my blood."

[castersplaything]

He flinched at those stitches. Simply staring at them made his blood run cold. And that smile...he already wanted to leave immediately. A doctor, this guy? Well, Shinji was something else he could scarcely believe either, but that seemed true.

"Well in that case, I suppose I wouldn't blame you."

[hemoeroticism]

"'Course not! ✩" All this blood. Just by having it all over the place, the room was a death trap, and not for any kind of possibility of bloodborne illness. It's only a shame that the only other Deadman here is one whose powers he can't even copy, and if he tried, he'd likely kill himself trying to use it. Without Shiro's healing factor, his body would fall apart like a house of cards.

"I haven't seen any other Deadmen here, though..." The disappointment in his voice sounds entirely exaggerated. "It's going to be really, really boring if the Wretched Egg hasn't made any new ones. ✩"

Because if the world was destroyed for the only reason he can imagine it was destroyed - unless some asteroid slammed into the planet and nobody saw it coming - she had to be here. Especially if he was, too.

[thebigsister]

It's not that bad.

[Eleanor smiles at him, carrying a helmet under one arm and a tray in the other hand. The harpoon and the ADAM needle hanging from her belt.]

Once you're done eating that, you get to eat anything you want.

[hemoeroticism]

[ He was about to turn around and mention that she's now the fifth person to tell him that, when... huh. Another teenage girl. And this one is holding what looks like a scuba helmet, a harpoon, and some kind of gigantic syringe.

Y'know, he's starting to see a pattern here. This place seems to really teenage girls. Except, they probably should done their homework on Shiro first, especially without setting up the Mother Goose System first, or at least something similar. ]

Anything, huh? ✩ [ He may just be grinning at that. ] I have a very specific appetite.

[thebigsister]

You might be out of luck, then.

[Eleanor looks apologetic about that.]

The menu here can be very restrictive at times.