snowflakes-falling

[snowflakes-falling]

"I open up to you with my DREAMS and you SLANDER THEM."

In the depths of Suribachi city, the day goes on as usual. People go to and fro, working, despairing, or just passing through. Though somethings off. In a little corner, not too far off from where the sheep tend to hang out, there's an odd flickering in a dark, damp corner. Green flickers, much like that of a glitching computer screen, blink in and out of sight, flashes of red peeking through every once and a while.

That, and a pair of eyes.

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Among the hundreds of shacks and makeshift shelters located in the impoverished city, a small, pink-haired girl wandered the narrow paths and alleys, searching for who-knows-what. A sour oder clung to the heavy air, mixing with the dizzyingly saccharine smell that followed Yuan, creating something nauseating. 

White sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement as she slipped into a lonely corner. She loved the Sheep, really! With her whole heart, in fact. But, dear God, she was tired.

So, she searched for a temporary sanctuary— a place where she could simply rest and recharge. Not a big ask, right?

As Yuan turned the bend, specs of green and red flashed across her eyes. Beautiful flakes of ruby and emerald dancing in her vision, lighting up the area like twinkling Christmas lights, sparking nostalgia deep within her as memories of her suburban home flooded her mind. And for a fleeting moment, she felt peace amongst the poverty and violence, the outcasted wreckage that she now called her home.

That is, until she saw the eyes. 

She blinked once, twice, frozen still as they stared back at her. Maybe it’s time to head back to the group…

[snowflakes-falling]

"i am merging with the floor... because of you..."

In the depths of Suribachi city, the day goes on as usual. People go to and fro, working, despairing, or just passing through. Though somethings off. In a little corner, not too far off from where the sheep tend to hang out, there's an odd flickering in a dark, damp corner. Green flickers, much like that of a glitching computer screen, blink in and out of sight, flashes of red peeking through every once and a while.

That, and a pair of eyes.

@snowflakes-falling

Among the hundreds of shacks and makeshift shelters located in the impoverished city, a small, pink-haired girl wandered the narrow paths and alleys, searching for who-knows-what. A sour oder clung to the heavy air, mixing with the dizzyingly saccharine smell that followed Yuan, creating something nauseating. 

White sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement as she slipped into a lonely corner. She loved the Sheep, really! With her whole heart, in fact. But, dear God, she was tired.

So, she searched for a temporary sanctuary— a place where she could simply rest and recharge. Not a big ask, right?

As Yuan turned the bend, specs of green and red flashed across her eyes. Beautiful flakes of ruby and emerald dancing in her vision, lighting up the area like twinkling Christmas lights, sparking nostalgia deep within her as memories of her suburban home flooded her mind. And for a fleeting moment, she felt peace amongst the poverty and violence, the outcasted wreckage that she now called her home.

That is, until she saw the eyes. 

She blinked once, twice, frozen still as they stared back at her. Maybe it’s time to head back to the group…

[snowflakes-falling]

He pouts, rolling over so his face is in the ground.

In the depths of Suribachi city, the day goes on as usual. People go to and fro, working, despairing, or just passing through. Though somethings off. In a little corner, not too far off from where the sheep tend to hang out, there's an odd flickering in a dark, damp corner. Green flickers, much like that of a glitching computer screen, blink in and out of sight, flashes of red peeking through every once and a while.

That, and a pair of eyes.

@snowflakes-falling

Among the hundreds of shacks and makeshift shelters located in the impoverished city, a small, pink-haired girl wandered the narrow paths and alleys, searching for who-knows-what. A sour oder clung to the heavy air, mixing with the dizzyingly saccharine smell that followed Yuan, creating something nauseating. 

White sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement as she slipped into a lonely corner. She loved the Sheep, really! With her whole heart, in fact. But, dear God, she was tired.

So, she searched for a temporary sanctuary— a place where she could simply rest and recharge. Not a big ask, right?

As Yuan turned the bend, specs of green and red flashed across her eyes. Beautiful flakes of ruby and emerald dancing in her vision, lighting up the area like twinkling Christmas lights, sparking nostalgia deep within her as memories of her suburban home flooded her mind. And for a fleeting moment, she felt peace amongst the poverty and violence, the outcasted wreckage that she now called her home.

That is, until she saw the eyes. 

She blinked once, twice, frozen still as they stared back at her. Maybe it’s time to head back to the group…

[snowflakes-falling]

"mhm. It was everywhere. Every. Where."

In the depths of Suribachi city, the day goes on as usual. People go to and fro, working, despairing, or just passing through. Though somethings off. In a little corner, not too far off from where the sheep tend to hang out, there's an odd flickering in a dark, damp corner. Green flickers, much like that of a glitching computer screen, blink in and out of sight, flashes of red peeking through every once and a while.

That, and a pair of eyes.

@snowflakes-falling

Among the hundreds of shacks and makeshift shelters located in the impoverished city, a small, pink-haired girl wandered the narrow paths and alleys, searching for who-knows-what. A sour oder clung to the heavy air, mixing with the dizzyingly saccharine smell that followed Yuan, creating something nauseating. 

White sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement as she slipped into a lonely corner. She loved the Sheep, really! With her whole heart, in fact. But, dear God, she was tired.

So, she searched for a temporary sanctuary— a place where she could simply rest and recharge. Not a big ask, right?

As Yuan turned the bend, specs of green and red flashed across her eyes. Beautiful flakes of ruby and emerald dancing in her vision, lighting up the area like twinkling Christmas lights, sparking nostalgia deep within her as memories of her suburban home flooded her mind. And for a fleeting moment, she felt peace amongst the poverty and violence, the outcasted wreckage that she now called her home.

That is, until she saw the eyes. 

She blinked once, twice, frozen still as they stared back at her. Maybe it’s time to head back to the group…

[snowflakes-falling]

He leans into her touch with the ghost of a smile on his face..

"I fell through the floor. It was funny really, I was still in the bed three storeys below the apartment." He laughs. "Pipes burst and it smelled nasty, but.. yknow how blood smells?"

In the depths of Suribachi city, the day goes on as usual. People go to and fro, working, despairing, or just passing through. Though somethings off. In a little corner, not too far off from where the sheep tend to hang out, there's an odd flickering in a dark, damp corner. Green flickers, much like that of a glitching computer screen, blink in and out of sight, flashes of red peeking through every once and a while.

That, and a pair of eyes.

@snowflakes-falling

Among the hundreds of shacks and makeshift shelters located in the impoverished city, a small, pink-haired girl wandered the narrow paths and alleys, searching for who-knows-what. A sour oder clung to the heavy air, mixing with the dizzyingly saccharine smell that followed Yuan, creating something nauseating. 

White sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement as she slipped into a lonely corner. She loved the Sheep, really! With her whole heart, in fact. But, dear God, she was tired.

So, she searched for a temporary sanctuary— a place where she could simply rest and recharge. Not a big ask, right?

As Yuan turned the bend, specs of green and red flashed across her eyes. Beautiful flakes of ruby and emerald dancing in her vision, lighting up the area like twinkling Christmas lights, sparking nostalgia deep within her as memories of her suburban home flooded her mind. And for a fleeting moment, she felt peace amongst the poverty and violence, the outcasted wreckage that she now called her home.

That is, until she saw the eyes. 

She blinked once, twice, frozen still as they stared back at her. Maybe it’s time to head back to the group…

[snowflakes-falling]

[snowflakes-falling]

"Nuh uh I'm soooi much prettier"

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

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//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

[snowflakes-falling]

"OK OK fine... you think I'm pretty :3"

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

@snowflakes-falling

//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

[snowflakes-falling]

"I am a MAN"

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

@snowflakes-falling

//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

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"Belladonna? That's an interesting nickname..." junichiro coughed, no longer laughinh

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

@snowflakes-falling

//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

[snowflakes-falling]

Junichiro just stares at dazai, his mouth twitching upwards ashe has to stifle his laughter

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

@snowflakes-falling

//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

[snowflakes-falling]

"For you 😉"

He says. With a straight face. Trying not to laugh. Again

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

@snowflakes-falling

//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

[snowflakes-falling]

"Ack- I-"

He quickly shuts himself up and backs out of the room.

"I'll be- I'll be robbing next door if you change your mind!"

And then he leaves. Its now entirely silent, save for the grind of metal on marble flooring.

Another day, another shitty motel room robbery for Junichiro. He swiftly picks the lock, ans the door swings open. Without hesitancy, he scours the room for valuables. He doesn't find much- this person must be ... poor.

He finds a phone on the bed, however, and he flicks it on. On the lockscreen, he sees notifications for messages that he had sent Yuan.

"This is Yuans motel room...?" He mutters, looking toward the bathroom door, hearing the shower running.

He wasn't gonna go inside, OBVIOUSLY, but he feels that she should have an explanation for why her lock has a hairpin stuck in it.

He knocks on the door. "Yuan?"

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Steaming water dripped from Yuan’s crumpled body, boiling, sterilizing. Her ears sang, deafening ringing echoing through her mind, mingling with the gushing water and Junichiro’s voice was nothing more than a distant hum.

[snowflakes-falling]

"Awh :("

In the shipping yard that Dazai calls home, it's completely empty. There's not a single soul there. Just shipping containers and the sea.

Though thar is just to the eye, as there is a presence there, hidden from view

Someones fallen asleep leaned against a container, right next to the sea.

@snowflakes-falling

//hope you don't mind the essay of a starter lol

Dazai had been laying, basking in the cold, desolate metal’s shade. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes as empty as the shipping container. Although, he felt as though he was being watched, it couldn’t bother a mafioso of with a status as high as his own.

After a while of that feeling, Osamu pushed himself up sluggishly to find who was out there, carrying his pistol in his inner coat pocket of course.

“Who’s there? You’re close’t Mafia territory..” He spoke in a faux soft tone, his eyes narrow as he walked out of the box. Yet, he saw no one.

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He doesn't leave, b7t swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Just... let me help? Please?"

Another day, another shitty motel room robbery for Junichiro. He swiftly picks the lock, ans the door swings open. Without hesitancy, he scours the room for valuables. He doesn't find much- this person must be ... poor.

He finds a phone on the bed, however, and he flicks it on. On the lockscreen, he sees notifications for messages that he had sent Yuan.

"This is Yuans motel room...?" He mutters, looking toward the bathroom door, hearing the shower running.

He wasn't gonna go inside, OBVIOUSLY, but he feels that she should have an explanation for why her lock has a hairpin stuck in it.

He knocks on the door. "Yuan?"

@snowflakes-falling

Steaming water dripped from Yuan’s crumpled body, boiling, sterilizing. Her ears sang, deafening ringing echoing through her mind, mingling with the gushing water and Junichiro’s voice was nothing more than a distant hum.

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Junichiro sighed, walking back into the room, slowly.

"Yuah, is there anything I can do to help? And don't uh- don't say leave. Please."

Another day, another shitty motel room robbery for Junichiro. He swiftly picks the lock, ans the door swings open. Without hesitancy, he scours the room for valuables. He doesn't find much- this person must be ... poor.

He finds a phone on the bed, however, and he flicks it on. On the lockscreen, he sees notifications for messages that he had sent Yuan.

"This is Yuans motel room...?" He mutters, looking toward the bathroom door, hearing the shower running.

He wasn't gonna go inside, OBVIOUSLY, but he feels that she should have an explanation for why her lock has a hairpin stuck in it.

He knocks on the door. "Yuan?"

@snowflakes-falling

Steaming water dripped from Yuan’s crumpled body, boiling, sterilizing. Her ears sang, deafening ringing echoing through her mind, mingling with the gushing water and Junichiro’s voice was nothing more than a distant hum.

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...now what. Junichiro didn't want to leave her like this. But he TOLD HER he'd leave, but he'd feel bad if he left and he'd feel bad if he stayed.

....

He leaves the motel room, his footsteps heavy, so she can hear, but he only leaves the ROOM, and lingers in the hall. He finds a nearby vending machine and shakes it as much as his weak ass body will allow, grabbing a bag of crisps.

Then he comes back and throws. Them in the room,and they hit against the bathroom door with a soft crinkle. Idk brk

Another day, another shitty motel room robbery for Junichiro. He swiftly picks the lock, ans the door swings open. Without hesitancy, he scours the room for valuables. He doesn't find much- this person must be ... poor.

He finds a phone on the bed, however, and he flicks it on. On the lockscreen, he sees notifications for messages that he had sent Yuan.

"This is Yuans motel room...?" He mutters, looking toward the bathroom door, hearing the shower running.

He wasn't gonna go inside, OBVIOUSLY, but he feels that she should have an explanation for why her lock has a hairpin stuck in it.

He knocks on the door. "Yuan?"

@snowflakes-falling

Steaming water dripped from Yuan’s crumpled body, boiling, sterilizing. Her ears sang, deafening ringing echoing through her mind, mingling with the gushing water and Junichiro’s voice was nothing more than a distant hum.