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Busted Marigolds // Kimiko // Body Drop Reaction

For the longest time, since her grandmother’s passing that altered her life much, much differently, Kimiko hadn’t dealt with death. She was grateful, that shop owners retired long before time guided them elsewhere, grateful that families took over shop and grateful she could get her goodbye’s in. Death– she.. Didn’t want to say it was a thief. Everyone was here on borrowed time, she believed, and that alone made her so much more grateful for everything, for every breath she took– Even when she was struggling, she looked forward towards everyday. Waking up, in itself, was a gift.

Now, death loomed heavily here. People lost themselves within every breath, and she worried about her safety more than ever, even her mother’s safety. Kimiko’s heart churned thinking about it all.. Some of these people.. Came here from so much, life skimmed on giving them lessons that could help them so much. Families– Kimiko only had her mother. She was everything to her, and for a long as she could remember since her grandmother’s passing, Kimiko had done her hardest to make things easier for her.

Now– Taking time to think, to understand her feelings and try to nip away at that denseness, it had made Kimiko anxious. These people had folk that loved them, adored every inch of them even if they didn’t know it. And now, three people are dead. Two of them, being classmates of hers. No, she never got the chance to know them.. But her heart hurt for these girls.

Seeing their bodies, she cried in anger. Brows furrowed, tears streaming down her face, soul aching. She wasn’t exactly sure what to think of it all… especially what she had witnessed. Why would someone.. Do such a thing? It made her furious. This– this willingness to kill. To be killed. There had to be some way to have avoided all of this— People had value! So what, no matter what motive there was, there could have been some way to avoid all of it..

She was genuinely at a lost.

Squatting a safe distance from these girls, she looked over them carefully, making sure to bless them and offer prayers for their safe travel in the astral plane. For good luck, Kimiko asked her grandmother to guide them, she felt as though her grandmother would make things easier for them.. She was the greatest! And Kimiko loved her so much.

Now, she.. Had even more time to think about it all. With a trial approaching for sure– maybe she’d be brave enough to actually help this time– !!

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When her wrist is caught, Kimiko feels an invisible sweat breaking out over her. No, not because she was scared of anything, but the looming threat of financial debt because of some rich kid getting bumped, made her feel a bit cautious; holding her phone loosely between fingers, she keeps her head up to hopefully make eye contact as he turns around, readying herself to apologize and make amends, since it was her fault to begin with!

Mama didn't raise a rude little lady, at least not physically and she thinks verbally as well, who knows! She feels the need to say sorry anyway, though. And she's about to do so, when her wrist flops loose, and notices how flushed they seemed to be. Wait! Oh no, where they emotional because of her?!? He-- he couldn’t speak? Oh geez, what a mess--

“Are ya okay? Do’ya want me ta take’ya to the nurse or somethin’?? I’m sorry, that was my bad! I wasn’t lookin’ where I was takin’ myself, didn’t mean’ta bump ya, kiddo.”

There was no point in releasing her wrist, cause her hand is back onto him, patting his arm reassuringly, at least she thinks it might be comforting. At least, her intentions were to comfort, give that he then spoke something she couldn’t possibly understand, and her lips quiver.. A smile breaking out across her face, a laugh bubbling to the surface. What was that!! He sounded like a video game character!! And, she keeps laughing, using the hand that was intended to comfort, to support herself now.

“K-Kid! What was that?!? Tell me now, I didn’t go knockin’ any screws loose, did I? Heheha! Oh geez, ya layin’ me ta rest, I see my grave!!”

Kimiko.. Didn’t seemed to be focused on reprimands. Instead, she laughs, and laughs, loud and boisterous, clearly overly amused by this guy! What a real jokester, he was!! But, in an attempt to calm down her fit, she coughs-- looking over to the blonde with teary eyes, and a raspy voice.

“Sorry for bumpin’inta ya too, doll. Didn’t mean it! Should’ve stopped to say sorry!”

Hmm, she seemed to be in a much better mood.

Clutzy || Kimiko || Attn: Arisa, Keiichi

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Kimiko listens into her words, but her eyes remain glued to the vending machine, now curious as to if what she implied was really true. Oh, but.. she did mention that there were a lot of talented people here as well, and admittedly, Kimiko took it as a bit of a compliment! She knew someone would appreciate her hard work and dedication, all the nerve and strength of both body and mind going into delivering---!! She could even make a new friend...!

Nodding to herself, Kimiko glances at her.. possible new friend, before giving the machine a quick 'twap!' for good luck. Tapping in the numbers gingerly, she pays the correct amount and waits for the treat to deposit... And thankfully, it did without problem.

"Oh yoinks, wowza! No getting stuck! Maybe it was justa'lil bad luck, is all? Some snackies are just a lil'diffacult. Diffehcult??"

Difficult, Kimiko. Despite her struggles, she turns over to her new friend, opening the small package of chewy candies she bought, splitting them 50/50, before offering one of the halfs to the girl in front of herself, clearly excited.

"Here, have some!! Whatscha name? I'm Uuuuhh, Suguri! Kimiko, too. Social media calls me "Sanomaru", s'kinda cute too, I think."

Sugar cravings || Kimiko || Pregame

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Kimiko isn’t phased by the palm trees hostile reaction, instead focusing her attention on pawing at the bag of chips within her reach. The vibration from the glass hurts a bit, making her arm ache, but nonetheless she presses on with her new task of unblocking the machine. It doesn’t take her long to grasp ahold of the snack, but.. whilst pulling them out, she gingerly reaches up with her free hand; pressing the chips safely into her palm, beaming up at her, clearly enthusiastic about being able to help.

 “It’ll be hard to use tha'machine after ya if it’s all choked up! See? I’m surprised that it didn’t give-er up after one if those kicks ya landed!! Sports teams, look out!!” 

 Her laugh is infectious as she stands straight, her height clearly no match for the latter’s, tilting her head aside to look over the other snacks and sorts the machine had to offer.

 She wanted something sugary.. maybe a caramel candy!! Or, or maybe even a chocolate bar…. “I dunno, if I’m gonna pick somethin’, ya think it’ll have'er choked up again? I'unno, seems a lil’ fishie.” Of course, she tries to have a conversation..

Sugar cravings || Kimiko || Pregame

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At first, Kimiko hadn’t noticed his expression, or his face, very much. She had been very much focused on his pants, hopping around, skipping, twirling, doing all sorts of restlessly excited things as she littered them with compliments of the sort. Flame pants! Who would’ve known, huh? They really were so cute, and in her head, she had already paired them up with so many cute little things---, flame pants, and, and! a black top with a rose on it! Or, or even a button down shirt! Flame pants, a cool leather jacket--- Ah. What... was he saying? “Cute..?” Breathless, despite having the energy of a four year old after downing seventeen pixie sugar sticks, Kimiko for once... didn’t exactly know what to say, or really, the feeling.. she was experiencing. Blinking up at him, she halts completely, expressionless... That is... until her face blooms scarlet, and his words stick. Cute? Kimiko, cute? Delivering things, and... being cute? She’s..-- cute right now? Like, right now? Right, right now? Cute? Can she be cute moving things around, was that like, even allowed? Possible? But-- But, but, but!! No, no! How .. did that make sense? She tears her eyes away for a moment to look at her hands, turning them over to check if they’re clean before pressing one to her forehead, gauging her temperature. Was she overheating? Maybe, maybe she needed some water... But, he spoke again.

Her mouth is parted in a small, puffy ‘O’, clearly.. attempting to gather herself enough to reply. She had never been praised so highly in her life, and looking over this person now that she had shut up.. it felt like the fire burning in her cheeks had blossomed even stronger. But, she was still Kimiko, and... and she was going to ask where he got those pants from, even if it kills her!! “Oi-- I.. I really like..! Ya pants, they’re the cats.. meow, and.. not kitten chow typa’meow, either. Where-- where did you get’em from? I.. Am I really cute, like, right now? Right, Right now? I was just.. askin’bout ya pants, is all..--” Her words are softer compared to her previous, much more excited boasting, twiddling her fingers whilst staring up at him, awaiting his reply. Of course, she.. she was true to her intentions, and wanted deeply to know where he got such cool pants!

Lighter || Keiichi Kojima || Pregame

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Lighter || Keiichi Kojima || Pregame

{ @keiichikojima } Admittedly, Kimiko didn’t exactly think of herself as a daydreamer. She wasn’t exactly used to this side of herself just yet, never genuinely having time to just.. doze off into her thoughts, often saving her mind food for mild musings before bed. But... now, relaxing comfortably beneath the shade of one of the sturdy oak trees scattering campus, she allowed her mind to drift; hmm, what would she look like with shorter hair? Would layers frame her face oddly? Mama always said she had a babyface... that’s good, right? Right?

She’s resting in a squatting position, similar to a gangster of sorts-- but the expression on her face was drowsy, almost... a bit lost. She was just thinking over her appearance, nothing much deeper than that, though-- a flash of red pulls her from her thoughts, and she blinks, once, twice, did.. she see that right? Upon refocusing her eyes, a huge, dopey smile breaks across her face, clearly amused as she stumbles forward in an attempt to stand. “Heyaa!! Heyo!!! Hey!!! Waittt !!! Ya, with the flamin’ pants, hol’up!!! Yooowhoo!!!” It doesn’t take long to catch up to him, thankfully, and now that see felt as though she had his attention, she jogs backwards, trying to mimic their pace. She just... loved his pants! “Whoa there tiger, what’sit like walkin’ on the sun?? Ya bake cookies with those pants? They’re the cats meow, ya know? And I ain’t talkin’ kitten chow, either! Where can a gal cop a paira’em, ya know?”

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Vending machines were always a special treat to Kimiko, for not very often she allowed herself to indulge in something unhealthy. Well, that's the excuse she'd usually give when questioned, hoping to avoiding being hounded over her stinginess.

Humming a random sales jingle to herself, she was rather.. weak-willed to them, she basks in the mild warmth of the sun filtering in through the academy's grand windows; despite being in the middle of a cluttered city, the sun seemed to reflect in a comfortable notion, not at all suffocating compared to a hot day on the job, back home at Sano.

However, before she can further muse over such ideals, she's shaken from her thoughts by the sound of shivering metal. It sounded like... Someone was picking a fight... with--??

The vending machine? Oh, ahah! She surely understood that feeling a bit too well.

"Yoooowhooo, I hope ya don't mind me seperatin' ya from ya enemy, lemme just squuuuezzze right in here fora'moment."

She approaches the situation a bit rudely, dipping her head under the palm tree's limbs, facing the vending machine-- before popping into a squat, and... promptly sticking her arm directly into it. Now, she'd like to be heroric and get it down on the first bat of an arm, but.. at the moment, she just looked like a stray cat playing with a bit of wheat.

"Oh, haha. Would'a mind whackin' the glass a bit? The shudder will have ya snackies in my grasp.." Kimiko.. introduce yourself...

Sugar cravings || Kimiko || Pregame

Somewhere in the hallways of Hopes Peak Academy, Rachele was getting into a fight with a vending machine. 

Despite the fact that the machine was inanimate, and incapable of retaliating against Rachele’s kicking, hitting, and insulting it, it was still putting up quite the battle. She grabbed the vending machine by the sides, arms outstretched in an almost-hug, trying to shake out the contents. But it just wouldn’t budge. With a frustrated growl, she peered through the glass, nose pressed against it, glaring at the inside and drumming her fingers impatiently on the surface. 

A packet of crisps. Caught on the very edge. The machine had eaten her money and she got nothing in return. 

Dammit. 

She kicked it again, this time out of irritation, rather than attempting to get her crisps, and she hissed in pain loudly as she stubbed her toe. 

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[ WELCOME, LABORER, TO THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. ]

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Hiya, mun introduction post time! Call me Beba, I'm nineteen years old and I live in the EST timezone! I love animal crossing & my catson :v

I'll be playing Kimiko "Sanomaru" Suguri, the SHSL Delivery Girl!! She's surely something odd, but nonetheless has good intentions! I can't wait to see what this game and everyone's characters bring to theh table ^^