( A ) [ he should be used to annoying crowds and obnoxious kids, phones pointed at everything to get a good shot of this and that. shinjuku, after all, has no shortage of such, especially in recent days.
but it would be better if their attention weren't directed at him- no, at the scene playing out in front of him.....well, not like he's in any state to say anything about it. his limbs ironically feel just as leaden as they had in this scenario, rooted firm to the floor as a sharp ringing seems to reverberate in his ears, something that sounds like screaming and multiple faceless, vague figures run by. but they don't matter, because there's a shiny black barrel pointed at him, the long hair of the young man behind it floating eerily in the night, the mere sight making his blood freeze.
but it's not quite as cold as the soft, translucent green hair of the woman in front of him does, delicate hands dropping their shopping bags and reaching out for him, only him, to shove him out of the way when he wants to scream even as her hands go right through him-
and the muffled noise of a gunshot, both sharp and yet not, before the figure falls to the concrete floor. the red that spreads across her breast and on the floor isn't real, but it looks real, feels real, smells real, and the strangled noise that slips from his lips is very, very real. as are the rolling of the cameras, leaning in for a better shot of the scene and his shaking form.
this is a fucking nightmare. ]
( B ) [ he has no love of ghosts and poltergeists, still finds it a bit hard to choke down even after wandering and processing, but he has no love for those who feed off the pasts of others, either. he sure as hell wouldn't want his skeletons out for all to admire, and while it isn't his business, he could really just be on his way, it'd just be another annoyance to deal with...
he still reaches out. ]
what are you, a pack of vultures? take a damn hike and go play with your toys elsewhere.
[ the grip he has on the other person's arm is not particularly gentle, but it's enough for him to yank, hopefully enough so they can get clear of the crowds....provided they cooperate. no matter what, he lets go as soon as they're clear of the snapping of the cameras, turning back with a mildly aggravated look in his eyes. ]
don't get the wrong idea. [ a cluck of the tongue. ] i'm just not interested in looking at anybody's dirty laundry.
▶ ( THE ENMA SPEAKS )
[ takeru hasn't been here long enough to peace together what exactly the hell is going on, but a man like him can get the gist of it. so many questions and none of them answered, the flurry of questions and demands flying in the air as the crowd rile themselves up. he's seen this scene a laughable amount of times before, it's almost ridiculous. ]
what a joke.
[ not that he's much to talk, at the moment, but...it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. while not his personal reason, he can see some of the others back home biting their tongues at the obvious disregard for the people. he opts to lean back, far enough away from the crowd to not be swallowed in their throngs, but close enough to hear their shouts for answers as he mutters to himself. ]
like anybody's going to accept that garbage. i've seen wild dogs make a better effort.
▶ ( WILDCARD )
[ got something specific in mind? just throw it at me. want to plot something quick? feel free to pm me! i am always willing to hand out one nasty hackerman. ]
takeru sasazuka || collar x malice
( A ) [ he should be used to annoying crowds and obnoxious kids, phones pointed at everything to get a good shot of this and that. shinjuku, after all, has no shortage of such, especially in recent days.
but it would be better if their attention weren't directed at him- no, at the scene playing out in front of him.....well, not like he's in any state to say anything about it. his limbs ironically feel just as leaden as they had in this scenario, rooted firm to the floor as a sharp ringing seems to reverberate in his ears, something that sounds like screaming and multiple faceless, vague figures run by. but they don't matter, because there's a shiny black barrel pointed at him, the long hair of the young man behind it floating eerily in the night, the mere sight making his blood freeze.
but it's not quite as cold as the soft, translucent green hair of the woman in front of him does, delicate hands dropping their shopping bags and reaching out for him, only him, to shove him out of the way when he wants to scream even as her hands go right through him-
and the muffled noise of a gunshot, both sharp and yet not, before the figure falls to the concrete floor. the red that spreads across her breast and on the floor isn't real, but it looks real, feels real, smells real, and the strangled noise that slips from his lips is very, very real. as are the rolling of the cameras, leaning in for a better shot of the scene and his shaking form.
this is a fucking nightmare. ]
( B ) [ he has no love of ghosts and poltergeists, still finds it a bit hard to choke down even after wandering and processing, but he has no love for those who feed off the pasts of others, either. he sure as hell wouldn't want his skeletons out for all to admire, and while it isn't his business, he could really just be on his way, it'd just be another annoyance to deal with...
he still reaches out. ]
what are you, a pack of vultures? take a damn hike and go play with your toys elsewhere.
[ the grip he has on the other person's arm is not particularly gentle, but it's enough for him to yank, hopefully enough so they can get clear of the crowds....provided they cooperate. no matter what, he lets go as soon as they're clear of the snapping of the cameras, turning back with a mildly aggravated look in his eyes. ]
don't get the wrong idea. [ a cluck of the tongue. ] i'm just not interested in looking at anybody's dirty laundry.
▶ ( THE ENMA SPEAKS )
[ takeru hasn't been here long enough to peace together what exactly the hell is going on, but a man like him can get the gist of it. so many questions and none of them answered, the flurry of questions and demands flying in the air as the crowd rile themselves up. he's seen this scene a laughable amount of times before, it's almost ridiculous. ]
what a joke.
[ not that he's much to talk, at the moment, but...it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. while not his personal reason, he can see some of the others back home biting their tongues at the obvious disregard for the people. he opts to lean back, far enough away from the crowd to not be swallowed in their throngs, but close enough to hear their shouts for answers as he mutters to himself. ]
like anybody's going to accept that garbage. i've seen wild dogs make a better effort.
▶ ( WILDCARD )
[ got something specific in mind? just throw it at me. want to plot something quick? feel free to pm me! i am always willing to hand out one nasty hackerman. ]