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✿ wrong place, wrong time

[The store was, without a doubt, Hiyoko's favorite place to be on the island. All day she could skip down the colorful isles of the air-conditioned grocery shop, candies and sweets abound just waiting to be selected. And she was picky with what she chose. Sometimes she'd like to play a little game, talking aloud as if the packages could actually hear her, playing the part of a queen searching for loyal subjects. 

She'd pick one or two (or three, four, five... twenty) and promptly head for the door. Unfortunately the high pile of confections stretch to cover her eyes, and she's not sure who she's just run into until her rump's planted to the floor and her face transforms into a tomato. 

Ah.

Ah.]

WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEELL, YOU CLUMSY BITCH!?

Look what you did! Look what you DID!

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the beginning of the end / open - pseudo intro

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日寄子ちゃんログ

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Hello there. It's recently come to my attention there's a person who's claiming to be me (Pog) and the owner of this account. Furthermore they've opted to taking my writing as their own. Look, I don't know if I'll be able to reach you from here or anywhere, but if you do happen to see this... I think it goes without saying, but... Please don't do that. I'm not mad, I'm just kind of confused as to why you think you had to do that. I'm a very peaceable person and I'm sure there's some explanation to this. I'd like to hear it, if there is.

But this is really not something you should be thinking is ok to do, to pretend to be someone else, even for something so insignificant as RP. I'm only saying this as there might come a day you do this to someone who will flare up and become very angry with you, and that wouldn't be fun...

I might have a few things wrong, and if so I would really like to talk this over. If you could message me, or I will try messaging you soon, I hope we can figure this out together and put it past us, okay?

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[Look who's home hey, and with a lovely arrange of flowers donning her crown. Hiyoko looks as happy as she can be, prancing and spinning like the ornament had some magical effect to eradicate every one of the world's problems.]

`1, 2, 3~ 1, 2, 3~!

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One way to prove how young and immature you really are is to play the victim and guilt trip someone who's calmly explained they don't feel up to interacting with you.

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[Oh how excited he sounds. Hiyoko's smile melts into a condescending smirk for a second before returning to that same saccharine disposition.]

...Did you need something, Big Bro?

[ Nidai can’t but look slightly perplexed. ]

Huh…?

—Oh. Hello, Saionji.

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m luahging so hard ho my god

thi s artist

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"What's your favorite kind of beverage?"

Mango juice!

[With lots and lots of sugar.]

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What was that, rear end in a top hat?!

What the hell are you going on about now, loser?

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真昼おねえと

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[It was the perfect situation. He was there looking scared shitless, sunken eyes reflecting in the candle's light. He was vulnerable, frightened, he was like the worm she said he'd be. It was the most opportune moment for her to chide him but... Frankly, she didn't care to. She herself was just as bad, if not worse, of condition than him, and for once in her life the little devil keeps her goddamn mouth shut. 

Her bum connects to the floor, careful not to step outside the salt, and she hugs her knees close to her chest. She doesn't dare take a peek outside their circle, but simply sits there with a buzzing through her ears and a knock in her chest as her heart beat faster than a running deer's.

It didn't need to be said aloud, but surely, her body language conveyed 'me too.']

[Screw it. She could hate him tomorrow. For now, she was content in them waiting until this nightmare had passed.]

Midnight Game | | Closed

[She’s not the only one who’s lost their composure, but at least Takehiro’s more subtle about it, eyes widened and hands running through his hair frantically as he tries to keep his mind off what he’s seen, ripping his eyes away from the direction he saw the moving shadow in order to assist in looking for the glass shaker. He tries to keep it steady, fumbling to put the lighter back in his pocket, as he watches her search, only to grow rigid as a cold chill attacks them both.]

Wh-

[He jumps and nearly drops the candle as Hiyoko lets out another high-pitched screech, and moves to take a step towards her before she falls over, his feet remaining frozen to the floor as she suddenly jumps to her feet and runs back over, salt clutched in one hand. He watches silently as she begins to pour it in a white circle of crystal-like grains around them both, only letting out the shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding when she finished.]

….J-Jesus.

[He sinks to the ground, leaning back on his hands and taking a deep breathe, closing his eyes and waiting a few seconds before finally opening his mouth.]

I am never fucking doing that again.

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[Finally finally the light returns, but any sense of composure she's once had has gone away. She tries to regain it, arms wrapped around herself as she attempts to steady her breath, but his sharp tone catches her off guard and she jumps violently in response. Luckily it seems Hiyoko was too distracted with herself to notice whatever Takehiro had seen, for surely if she had she wouldn't be on the floor again and groping for the lost item. She doesn't want to either way, actually, but she's not about to look like more of a chicken than she's already presented.]

J-Jesus! Alright... Shine the light over here! Here!

[She commands, silently lamenting the potential damage this floor could do to her kimono. But that's honestly the least of her worries when an eerie and foreign chill envelopes body and she feels as if she could vomit. Frozen, the dancer for a moment regrets ever stepping foot into this establishment, until her thoughts are interrupted with a cold wind brushing past her cheek.]

D... Do you feel th--

[She mutters, unable to finish the sentence when a nightmarish whisper reaches her ears and she screams again, rising to run back when she trips over something hard. The skinned knee is worth it, however, when she reaches under and registers the salt shaker against her fingers. Once more she ascends, this time with the desired object in her grasp, and moves as quickly as she can to the other, spreading salt as she does. She wants desperately to show she's not scared, but the whispering grows louder as she circles and without thinking she's panting until the circle's complete, now standing with a vigorous tremble running through her tiny body and a set of knit brows on her face.]

Midnight Game | | Closed

[That scream was enough to send a jolt up his spine, and he froze before remembering the time limit, and he was right in guessing he’d say that he had dropped the salt shaker they had vitally needed. God dammit.

Within seconds.he had the red plastic item in his hands, and was furiously running his thumb over the red trigger, watching the sparks fly with each attempt.]

I’m fucking trying-!

[It was hard to concentrate with the tiny blonde screaming hysteria in his face, and the sound of something moving across the floor and smack into something didn’t help either. He didn’t want to think about how badly she may have fucked them over, and by the time he finally managed to get a flame going, he was unsure whether or not they were in the clear.

He took a deep breathe, eyes darting this way and that in the flickering candlelight, looking for both anything out of the ordinary and the fallen item before-

What the fuck just moved at the end of the hallway.]

…Find the fucking salt.

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[Hiyoko could feel her frozen bones warm a little as the irritation in his voice rose ever-higher. It was a good distraction, but it wouldn't last for long, as in the blink of an eye everything went pitch black. Hiyoko's first instinct is to scream, and as much as she hates herself for it she lets slip one in a high-pitched tone. But it seems she's not the only one in a panic; the rapid succession of shits dropping from the other's lips combined with that startling clatter signal to the dancer that something is wrong, and in an instant she's on the floor.]

Y-You fucking idiot!

[She breathlessly mutters through clenched teeth, hands groping frantically for the dropped object. Her fingers come in contact with something solid but, in her nervous state, she flinches against it and ends up sending it flying across the floor. The sound that resonates through the darkness of it scraping against the wood and hitting something solid sends chills down her spine, and she scrambles upward in a daze.]

Shit, shit-- wh-what are you waiting for-- light it! Light it light it light it light it!!

[She no longer held restraint, letting the fear sharpen her words with desperation.

So much for watching him squirm.]

Midnight Game | | Closed

Not so much ‘spooking’ as ‘annoying’.

[He grit his teeth, trying to concentrate on getting through this place unscathed. He still winced everytime he heard the clack of shoes, but kept his mouth shut about it. The last thing he wanted was an argument.

Unfortunately, she seemed intent on starting one.

With a twitch, he whirled around, looking all the more irritated.]

I have absolutely no fuckin’ idea where the hell we’re going. I’ve never been here before.

I just know the Kuwata who works here. ‘E told me about it. Would you just-

[Unfortunately, his sentence cut off once he found himself unable to see. It took a frozen second to realize why the hell it was so dark, and once it clicked then his eyes widened, and he found himself shoving his hands in his pockets, desperate to wrap his fingers around the lighter he had packed, hearing something clatter to the floor in the process.]

Shit shit shit-

[God fucking dammit why the hell was it so fucking slippery-]

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