towerofanimus | You're on a distant shore.

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You're on a distant shore.

Characters: Minatsuki Takami and anyone heroic or gullible? Or just anyone in general ♥
Setting: Room 2-19, or the cafeteria
Format: Whatever you'd like!
Summary: Precious bby tries to adjust to mean tower life.
Warnings: Minatsuki is a liar. She's manipulative, sadistic, and just... pretty horrible. So befriending her now could lead to your character being attacked and abused(physically or mentally) in the future. It's also possible there could be violence in here. There IS foul language! Aaaaand finally moeblobs could be annoying too.

[2-19]

Had her roommates been watching her, they might have seen a small sampling of her rage displayed on her face for mere seconds upon waking up in her dorm. Minatsuki sprang to life once the sleep paralysis was lifted. She clutched her chest and stared into the darkness of the room before she realized she wasn't in G-ward anymore. Everything was unfamiliar, so her expression quickly became neutral... Until she found that letter.

"No... It can't be."

Her voice was quiet, and her words were barely pushed out over her silent, shuddering sobs. Tears streamed down her face, and she crumpled the letter and pressed it to the front of her bodysuit while she cried. Of course, she really felt nothing, but she could see the forms of other people in the beds around her, and who knew if they too had just woken up in this room. Dimly, she wondered what had become of her brother, if what the letter said was true, but she supposed it didn't really matter. It wasn't like he really gave a shit anymore.

[cafeteria]

Later, after overhearing an explanation of the oatmeal rule, Minatsuki sat alone in the cafeteria. She might have found the rule dull, but complying was always good for her image. So she had eaten the entire bowl of oatmeal she was given, as gross as it was. After she was finished, she pushed the bowl away and covered her face with her hands, obviously overcome with emotion about being alone in a strange place... She sobbed quietly into her hands, sputtering an apology at anyone who came close or acknowledged her.

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"Ahah, 'sorry,' Hummingbird? ✩" The voice was childish, and somewhat mocking, no pun intended. Oh, yes, Hagire could hardly contain his enthusiasm when he first saw Minatsuki Takami in the Tower, and almost attacked her on sight until he noticed just a few things about her. First and foremost, her hair was longer; the last time he saw her hair that long, he was in his second body watching her Carnival Corpse match on his computer monitor while in his second body, as Wretched Egg quietly slept in Shiro's bedroom after she destroyed a tower and killed at least thirty guards in her typical gruesome manner.

There was no way she was from a future in which she grew her hair back out. No... He knew by now about bringing people in from different timelines. Hagire was smart enough to draw his own conclusions, but not without testing the theory properly. After all, there was no way Minatsuki thought he was dumb enough to fall for the 'moe' act, if she knew who he was.

"Here I thought you'd think it was funny to know someone blew up our planet."

Visually... She kept her act going. Sure, she was a little surprised to hear someone use that name, but not entirely. It only made sense that other Deadmen would have been rescued along with her. The part that really bothered her... That made her angry, was that this guy was acting like he actually knew her. And making a comment like that where other could hear... What a dumbass.

So, she still looked demure and almost devastated to anyone passing by. But, her voice was harsh and angry, and quiet enough that only Hagire could hear it.

"Who the fuck are you, and what the Hell do you think you're doing? Don't say that shit in a crowded room."

"That's better! ✩" He said even louder than he did before, and in a split second, he was gone, jumping over hear head, and landing perfectly in the seat directly across from her at the table. He mounted his chin in his palms, almost flirtatiously, grinning ear to ear. Well, if she knew who he was, she'd have tried to attack him, or at least grow nervous. Yep. He was right. She was from... what felt like years ago for him. He barely even remembers what his second body felt like to be in at this point.

"Aww. You don't recognize me? That's okay, I guess. I was a bit before your time, before I died." Weird choice of words, but it makes sense in context... not that she knows, yet. This was perfect. She probably doesn't even know Shiro is the Wretched Egg, either. Oh, Administrators, what a nice gift you've given him! "People in Deadman Wonderland called me 'Mockingbird.' Ever heard of me? ✩"

"Mockingbird?"

Hey eyes widened at that. It was probably the only true representation of her emotions that there had been so far. But quickly, her shock was gone, and then her mind set to work. Mockingbird was dangerous, everyone feared him... But this could work to her advantage. He probably wouldn't try anything in such a high traffic area. And if he did, surely every bleeding heart and wannabe hero in the place would come running. Wouldn't that be a treat?

"What do you want?"

"Are you all right?"

V/V'd been sad at Satou's disappearance recently, but that didn't mean she could sit idly by while the newest roommate was crying. She rose quickly from her bed to come to kneel beside Minatsuki, white wings barely scraping the floor.

"I'm sorry..."

"That's right. Nice to finally meet you. ✩" His voice was, again, almost mockingly friendly; again, no pun intended. His loose, flopping sleeves were riding up to his elbows, displaying a series absolutely grotesque scars, as if his body was cut up and then sewn back together.

"Ahah, what makes you think I want anything?" He asks, shrugging. "You're the first new Deadman the Tower has gotten since... well... me." He glances down at the empty oatmeal bowl. Well, she already got that out of the way, and it looks like she kept it down without even appearing sick. That's more than he could say about himself, but then again, being spoiled off of Chan and En's cooking and then having to eat that sludge will do that to you. "I already have your Branch of Sin, after all. But I promise if I lose it, you'll be the first to know. ✩"

Edited (clarifying) 2013-03-07 05:29 (UTC)

"Yes... A-ah, I'm sorry!"

She wiped her eyes quickly, as if trying to hide that she had been crying. There was a momentary pause when she saw the wings, but she made no mention of them. She also averted her eyes just after that. She stared into her lap, her face turning pink.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, or m-make a scene like this, I just... All my friends, and my home."

She bit her lip, looking like she was fighting off another wave of tears. There wasn't a single person back in prison that she would miss, of course. And if she could, she'd go back and desecrate all their graves. But no one had to know that ♥

"It's okay. Nobody will be mad at you if you need to cry, so take as long as you need to."

V/V was completely fooled.

If she they were alone, she would have been laughing her head off. So much for the strongest and most feared Deadman! This guy wasn't anything. She leaned in a little closer, her face still blank. Her tone almost as mocking as his, but much more hateful.

"And just how did you get your filthy fucking hands on my branch of sin?"

One bed remained empty, but the fourth occupant of the room did not remain hidden for long. A young woman, dressed in a simple button-down shirt and pants, steps into the room, treading silently as she makes her way over to her corner. She pauses when she notices the new face, though, and a look of concern immediately crosses her features.

"Are you all right, mademoiselle? Do you require any assistance?"

A silly question to ask newcomers, she knows. But Ruler likes to make sure that she's willing to help right off the bat.

"The same way I got one from everyone else." Which is vague and somewhat misleading, but technically true, except for Senji's case. The way she leans forward almost reminds him of himself, and he seems amused by the gesture. "I'm not the only Deadman here, you know," he quipped, folding his arms on the table.

"Actually, the other one's even scarier than me. But she's not so bad once she decides you're more fun alive than dead. ✩" Which... is not an easy status to achieve. As for those scars? Well, they're not there because of Penalty Games, if that's what she's thinking. The truth actually manages to be even worse than that, but unless Wretched Egg spills the beans, he won't tell her without a reason. "'Course, you realize acting only goes so far here, right? There's scarier things here than Deadmen, Tamaki's easily-broken toys, or those adorable little Undertakers."

"Uh..."

Crying people. He was never, ever going to get used to that kind of thing. Nor was he ever going to know what to do when someone was crying. Comforting wasn't something he was good at and figuring out what other people were thinking was also part of the 'no idea how' category. So Satsujinki was stuck defaulting to the really obvious option.

"...are you okay?"

He almost wanted to mentally hit himself. Of course she wasn't okay but he opened his mouth and sounded like an idiot.

Wow, this girl was taking it hard.

Well, Sam could hardly disagree- this place was pretty brutal, from what he experienced last month, but at the same time, really? Doing something like crying out in the open was only going to show everyone how weak you were, and what good would that do you?

Although...he cried and acted sad and pathetic in public too, but that was more for getting people to automatically be on his side so he could use them for his own purposes later. She can't be doing the same thing, right? Right.

But anyways, he's interested enough to chat her up. He wanders over to sit down next to her, sorrowful eyes turned towards the table in the very image of misery. He mutters under his breath:

"It's unfair, isn't it?"

That face.... Was exactly the one she had been waiting for! It took all her strength to stay composed. She had to string the situation along for as long as she could hold it all in. She looked up, her eyes pleading, and held the letter up meekly.

"Is it t-true?"

"It's... hard to say," Ruler was a stubborn one and refused to believe that their worlds were gone. But after having to calm down both Francis and Francisca after they were briefly returned to their worlds... well. That had put a dent in her denial.

"Some people refuse to believe that it's true. Our captors are far from the helpful saviors the letters seem to make them out to be, so that could just be a lie to make us feel grateful towards them."

[ Urotsuki watches the girl for a while. A long while, even. Even as Minatsuki starts crying, Urotsuki just watches from a distance, from a few tables over, her expression blank and almost unblinking.

It's only after a few minutes (as if she doesn't really feel the need to immediately rush over the moment she cries) that she slowly walks over, sitting down at the girl's table and blinking to her. ]

.. Are you.. crying..?

What a waste. Minatsuki looked up at the slightly awkward sound, expecting an expression worth committing to memory. Too bad his eyes were covered. But, she could still have some fun.

"Yes... Sorry."

She gave a pathetic sniffle.

"I heard so many bad things a-about this tower, I'm just... I'm sorry."

Minatsuki's hands slowly slid down her face a little, and she peeked at him over her fingertips. She gave a little nod in answer, and after a moment of trying to compose herself, she uncovered her face completely. Though she hunched over a bit, and stared down at her hands, which nervously fidgeted in her lap.

"Are you new too?"

"I'm sorry!"

Minatsuki quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist, then turned her face away to hide the tears.

"I was trying n-not to think about it but... It's a little hard, right? This p-place is kind of scary. Sorry..."

He watches her, under that messy long haircut of his, dark eyes glancing down to those fidgeting hands before he turns back to the table in front of him, as if he's better used to conversing with an inanimate object than a living human being.

"Yeah...in a way. I mean, I was here for a month, and then I left back to where I came from just the other day, and then I'm back here like nothing ever happened."

He lets out a morose sigh. "But you probably didn't get boomeranged like I did. You're lucky..."

She had seen a bunch of people come in over the last two months since she had woken up herself but most of them just got angry or adapted really fast to their new living situation.

She doesn't remember anyone being this distraught before.

"There's no need to be sorry, it's a lot to deal with."

"Oh yeah? What could be worse? Your little friend? The administrators? Don't make me laugh."

Not that she would, of course. She sat back in her chair again, primly folding her hands in her lap.

"If this is anything like back home, these stupid shitheads will be lining up to take the fall for me whenever necessary. And with no Carnival Corpse, I can keep this up as long as I want."

To be fair, it was an extremely convincing act that rarely, if ever, failed. And Minatsuki was already feeling right at home. These people were more gullible than she could have imagined, so it was working out perfectly.

"Really? Ah... You're so kind. I a-am sorry though. I shouldn't be crying this much."

She smiled warmly though her tears.

"What's your name?"

"So... they don't really want to he-help? What do they want?"

She lowered the letter she had been displaying, and stared down at it worriedly. She had figured it would be some idiotic scenario like that. Either they all really had been saved, and were expected to do something in return... Or it was the same deal as wonderland on an even bigger scale.

But, she didn't even really care. As long as she could make herself comfortable, and keep entertained, it didn't matter.

"You went back?"

She perked just a little at that. So far, the tower was a little better than deadman wonderland had been. Sure, her room wasn't as nice, but she could find a lot of the same comforts. And here she had so many opportunities for fun.

But to really drive the sad little waif persona home, she had to find a common ground with the masses. That was usually the desire to leave.

"D-does that mean our homes are okay?"

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