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Clocktower (Tsukasa Tomiko Open Starter)

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stickfingercorps:

“Ahm, so you admit you are hiding,” He pulled up and out, cinching what he had so far, “And the police have not found anything? Suggesting there is something to find? You must have a very reputable job indeed.”

Styx chuckled to himself. Maybe he wasn’t as young as he had been, but he could still pick up on leads and accidental insinuations. She wasn’t the carefullest with words, but he admired the vigilante’s spunk. He wold give her a straight answer.

“I am here same reason as you: hiding. I was at the bar… well a few bars for true- and happened to hear a bastard gloating about smacking around his wife. Ugly fellow. Lanky. He says "I showed that bitch not to mess around without permission” so I say-quiet like- that he is an asshole. Ugly hears me, asks me to repeat, I do, he says something about putting women in their place etcetera then-my judgement impaired- I put my fist into his skull.“

Coming to the end of the gash, Styx cinched it and looped around to finish. Carefully, he eased up back into a sitting position, grinning at his host.

"Well, in my foolishness, he pulls out a knife and jumps me as I try to leave. I admit that after this my memory is, ah, foggy. All I know is that next thing I am outside, the establishment is in flames and your city population is minus 1. Oops.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “So what if I am? Even if the police were to find something, it wouldn’t be of any significance to them.”  All they’d find is a person with a fake ID. And a barista job. Not much use to them, is it really?

Raising her brow at the man’s story, Tsukasa wondered how exactly she should be reacting this…tale. Because technically, she’ll probably would’ve reacted the same way in his place, although without the whole setting the bar on fire part. 

Maybe it was better to be truthful here. 

“…To be honest, I’m not sure what to say. That guy had it coming and you had…good intentions I guess, but killing him, I think, might’ve been going overboard. Not that I can judge.” And considering some of things I’ve done, I have no right to.

“Is that why you’re here? To hide from the police?”

“Si,” he drank a little of the remaining water, “I didn’t mean to kill him. It’s bad for cover and was a very foolish thing to do. What about you?”

He locked eyes, still grinning, “I’ve told you what I’m doing here, now maybe you will tell me what it is that has put a target on your back?”

From Ashes // Open Starter

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It was disgusting. She had come to this city for their world renown sociology program, and here she was watching binge drinking frat boys torment a grown man. And Kaede had thought she’d had it bad: at least kids have something of an excuse. Grown ass adults picking on other adults like this though…

It had taken a while, but she finally located the victim between a walled flower bed and the brick wall of the Law building. She sat just outside the gap, leaning against the building’s cornerstone and taking out some work. For a long while, she stayed quiet, letting him get used to the sound of her pen scratching paper. After about ten minutes, she leaned over and peeked into hi hiding spot.

“Hey, so who is it that needs their ass handed to them?”

((physical note, in this verse Kaede grew her hair out so now it’s shorter and mainly black with pink remnants))

If this had been before the explosion, he would’ve immediately spoken up, talked to the young woman waiting outside of his makeshift hiding spot. Except he wasn’t and he’d never be.

Grateful for her tact though, Aaron listened to the endless steady beat of her pen scratching against her paper in an attempt to stop crying. Within the course of ten minutes, fortunately, he managed to steady his heart rate, while reducing quiet sobbing to sniffles. Picking his head up, he flipped his hood over so that from where she was standing, she wouldn’t be able to see his face. 

It was courtesy, really.

“…No one,” he murmured, staring his knees with puffy red eyes. “It’s not like they’re going stop anyways.” He turned his head slightly towards her. “Is there something need from me?”

“No, but, you don’t have to hide your scars: I have the intro to Psych lecture a couple rows behind you. I’m awful with names though, sorry.”

She turned so that her back was against the same wall as his but so that she wasn’t actually in his hiding spot. No need or desire to make him feel uncomfortable. Which was why she reached up a hand and eased the elastic strap of her eye-patch up over her head. Instantly, Kaede felt naked and disoriented,as she always did with the patch off, but this was important.

She promptly went back to working on her paper. Her goal was to allow him to adjust and initiate the conversation of his own accord.

For a moment, he was confused; then why did she go looking for him? It wasn’t like anyone else had done the same. Usually they squirmed in his presence, uncomfortable with how the burns glared at them almost accusingly. “I…prefer to.” He murmured, motionless. “Makes me feel more comfortable.” About myself.

He continued to listen to her writing in an awkward silence while sneaking in little glances at her. Black hair with remnants of pink strands was what he noticed in the first look. Short in the second one. And in the third one…a scar over her eye, rendering it useless.

Just like him.

To be honest though, he had never really taken note of her in their intro Psych course, being too focused on getting through two hours filled with snickers, notes, and lots and lots of humiliation. Embarrassed by this fact, he blushed and picked the conversation up again. 

“Aaron Ling.” He introduced himself softly. “Uh, I- sorry. I never actually took notice of you there, so…who are you?”

“It’s okay. I’m Akiyama Kaede. Well, Kaede’s my first name: I’m from Japan.”

She put her work down on her left side and held her chin in her hands, not quite making eye contact but looking in his general direction.

“I totally get what you mean about the comfort. I didn’t always wear the eyepatch, I didn’t need to after the wounds healed, but after the reaction I got from kids with it off… I’m grateful for being a wild child- the boys who openly made fun of me quickly learned not to do so (girls on the other hand…)- but that didn’t make me any less self conscious. For a long time I wore the patch as a courtesy to other people, then one day I woke up and realized I had gone to bed with the stupid thing on.”

She flicked the string with a smile on her face.

“So it’s become more of a statement of who I am, really. I feel naked without it. Like jewelry or underwear. Sorry, I didn’t mean to spill my life story on you without your consent,” She grinned at him, “That does look like a soft sweatshirt, though.”

Kaede snapped her fingers then.

“Oh hey! You want an apple?” She pulled a pair of granny smith’s out of her shoulder bag.

Grave // (Open Starter w/ Darren Evans)

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They had been buried together. 

For that, Darren Evans, an orphan and father, was very grateful to his uncle who had been the one to organize the funeral and the burial. Even in death, his parents would still be together.

Standing in front of his parents’ grave, Darren, dressed in his best suit, held the bouquet of white lilies over his shoulder. He hadn’t been able to attend the funeral, choosing to stay at home with his sister, who needed him more right now. Today, he liked to think, would be the day that he finally sad good-bye to his parents.

A breeze ruffled his hair as he listened to the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. He didn’t bother to brush his hair. “Hey Mom, Dad.” He started quietly, staring down at the grave. (Seth Evans, Linh Trang-Evans, Beloved Parents). “Sorry I couldn’t come to your funeral. Sis needed me more. I hope you can understand.”

He shook his head, chuckling weakly. “Actually, ignore that statement. Of course you would- she’s your daughter. She’s doing better, you know. A little better than a month ago, at least.”

Silence. He sniffled, rubbing his nose with his free hand. “Grandma and Grandpa visited, again.” He continued, laying the lilies down at the foot of the grave. “They wanted to take custody of Mana. But don’t worry, I didn’t let them. I know how they raised Dad; Mana won’t go through the same thing. I won’t let that happen. But she’ll never be alone, I promise you.

Tears ran down both his cheeks. “‘Cause I’m gonna raise her. I’m gonna make sure that she grows to be a daughter you’ll be proud of.” He knelt to the grave’s level, touching the stone’s indentations. “But until then, wait for me, okay?”

Sighing, Darren stood up again, taking one last long look at his parents’ final resting place. With his sleeve, he wiped his tears. It’d only make the others worry if they saw them. “I’ll come visit again. I’ll bring Mana with me too.”

He turned away from the grave then, having finished saying what he wanted to say. Noticing another shadow against the grass, he looked up, only to give a tired smile at the person.

It was a good friend of his.

“…Hey. Here to visit someone too?”

Kenta had heard the entire conversation from his spot under the Japanese maple. It had slipped his mind that he might run into Darren here, otherwise he would have brought a card or something. It was different to have the tragedy fresh: that Kenta knew well.

He blew a puff of smoke up into the sky, carefully making sure it wasn’t blowing  into his friend’s face.

“Yeah, it’s mom’s birthday,” he nodded to the simple bronze plaque nestled against the base of the tree, “There’s nothing underground, but I prefer talking to the tree anyway,” he took another drag, let it out, and faced Darren, “I don’t know what to say except that you can talk to me if you’d rather chat with someone living. Or you can borrow mom’s tree: she won’t mind.”

“If you bring that up one more time I will dropkick your ass into orbit”

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Name: Kenta Hamasaki

Age: 21

Grade: Senior (in Highschool)

Nicknames/honorifics: Kenta-kun, Hamasaki-Sama, Hamasaki-San, senpai

Birthday: October 3rd 

Family: Three brothers (Ikuo being one) step brother Ami and baby sister Suzu (6 years old). His mother died shortly after Ikuo was born (when he was 5), but he has a step mother. 

His father’s mother lives with them as well. 

Body type: Slender and lightly muscled. He’s strong, but not like Ami or even Ikuo. He DID used to beat the crap out of Icky though.

Likes: shmoozing, having girls fawn over him, being the center of attention, pissing off his brother/tormenting him, his little baby sister, cats, pidgeons, taking walks, flowers (his fave hangout is actually the city arboretum) especially orchids because they look weird as shit but are somehow beautiful, swimming, sweets/fancy food.

Dislikes: Himself. smoking… does it anyway, cruelty toward animals and children, salty food, open spaces: the ocean, sprawling countryside, being unable to connect with his brother.

Personality: A bit of a dick, pompous and full of himself who finds amusement in bothering Ikuo. Extroverted and slightly agoraphobic.

Love interest(s): Open.

Other/Additional info: He’s been held back for three years and consciously slacks off big time. The only reason he’s still in school is that his dad pays tuition. Kenta is one of those people who would be really good at schoolwork if he bothered to do it. He seems like an idiot, and is, but there’s more to it. He purposely cut the distance so that he and Ikuo were only one year apart and, although he completely ignores/dissociates himself from Ikuo in school, he has actually been watching over him, though he doesn’t know how to express it. He spoils Suzu rotten.

From Ashes // Open Starter

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stickfingercorps:

It was disgusting. She had come to this city for their world renown sociology program, and here she was watching binge drinking frat boys torment a grown man. And Kaede had thought she’d had it bad: at least kids have something of an excuse. Grown ass adults picking on other adults like this though…

It had taken a while, but she finally located the victim between a walled flower bed and the brick wall of the Law building. She sat just outside the gap, leaning against the building’s cornerstone and taking out some work. For a long while, she stayed quiet, letting him get used to the sound of her pen scratching paper. After about ten minutes, she leaned over and peeked into hi hiding spot.

“Hey, so who is it that needs their ass handed to them?”

((physical note, in this verse Kaede grew her hair out so now it’s shorter and mainly black with pink remnants))

If this had been before the explosion, he would’ve immediately spoken up, talked to the young woman waiting outside of his makeshift hiding spot. Except he wasn’t and he’d never be.

Grateful for her tact though, Aaron listened to the endless steady beat of her pen scratching against her paper in an attempt to stop crying. Within the course of ten minutes, fortunately, he managed to steady his heart rate, while reducing quiet sobbing to sniffles. Picking his head up, he flipped his hood over so that from where she was standing, she wouldn’t be able to see his face. 

It was courtesy, really.

“…No one,” he murmured, staring his knees with puffy red eyes. “It’s not like they’re going stop anyways.” He turned his head slightly towards her. “Is there something need from me?”

“No, but, you don’t have to hide your scars: I have the intro to Psych lecture a couple rows behind you. I’m awful with names though, sorry.”

She turned so that her back was against the same wall as his but so that she wasn’t actually in his hiding spot. No need or desire to make him feel uncomfortable. Which was why she reached up a hand and eased the elastic strap of her eye-patch up over her head. Instantly, Kaede felt naked and disoriented,as she always did with the patch off, but this was important.

She promptly went back to working on her paper. Her goal was to allow him to adjust and initiate the conversation of his own accord.

From Ashes // Open Starter

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It shouldn’t hurt. 

Aaron Ling’s seen that look of fear and disgust directed towards him more than a thousand times. Tsukasa had told him to ignore them because they don’t matter and people can be pretty shallow when it comes to first impressions-

But it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to see them, or worse, to hear them.

Aw, is the monster crying? No one likes a crybaby you little piece of sh*t-

Hiding in a secluded corner of the college campus, Aaron let out a shaky breath of air and buried his head in his knees. He curled into a ball, trying to disappear into thin air.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and he sobbed softly, wondering if it would’ve been better if he hadn’t survived at all.

It was disgusting. She had come to this city for their world renown sociology program, and here she was watching binge drinking frat boys torment a grown man. And Kaede had thought she’d had it bad: at least kids have something of an excuse. Grown ass adults picking on other adults like this though…

It had taken a while, but she finally located the victim between a walled flower bed and the brick wall of the Law building. She sat just outside the gap, leaning against the building’s cornerstone and taking out some work. For a long while, she stayed quiet, letting him get used to the sound of her pen scratching paper. After about ten minutes, she leaned over and peeked into hi hiding spot.

“Hey, so who is it that needs their ass handed to them?”

((physical note, in this verse Kaede grew her hair out so now it’s shorter and mainly black with pink remnants))