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towerofanimus2013-01-04 06:38 pm
hemoeroticism) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-04 06:38 pm
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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.
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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Tohko sighed at that.
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Tohko remembers how you could have killed her in an instant, but chose not to just because you didn't feel like it.
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He then claps his hands, grinning. "But now that I'm here, I have a feeling Wretched Egg will be wanting to play more often!"
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"I don't think I have to worry to much about myself either. And hopefully you guys don't play too much..or at all."
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"She seemed quite happy to 'play' even when you weren't here..but I think I'm safe from her games for the moment."
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"Oh, you need to meet Ganta Igarashi sometime. ✩" Wretched Egg hurt him every chance she got. Maybe not physically... very often... but definitely emotionally. Wretched Egg took everything from him, and at the same time, made him everything that he is.
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"But..Ganta is a good friend of Shiro's. She was looking for him when he first arrived at the Tower. Why did Wretched Egg hurt him?"
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Hagire didn't really care one way or another. All he needed was Ganta's Branch of Sin. Once he had that, there was no further need for him at all, alive or dead. He would cease to be relevant.
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Tohko didn't really buy into the phrase 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.'. Too many books had disproved that for her.
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He leans back in his seat, smirking at the young girl. He knew her type. And the only reason he hadn't killed her yet himself is because, apparently, she knows Wretched Egg and Shiro. Maybe she'd actually be dumb enough to try talking to her about how she 'should' treat Ganta.
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"I know you're not the one I need to convince, but that isn't going to stop me from mentioning it. And she may not listen to me..but that isn't going to stop me from trying."
..Yes, she was that foolish. Or just really stubborn.
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