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Post by Lao on Mar 6, 2016 17:25:12 GMT
► The world is just too boring◄
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Ah, that didn’t look right. People have been getting weirdly sick, something like a messed up viral infection but this takes things to a whole new level. The news said wash your hands be careful of off behavior and stay out of trouble. The students around you have their noses buried into the exam but you ignore yours in favor of staring out the window. A student from class C is literally biting into Miss Amane’s shoulder and no one else will look over. Ouch! You smirk and look up at the clock to see how long it would take for this testing to be over so you could go down and figure out what the hell that was about…
The hand ticks by for about another thirty seconds before you get bored of trying to play good and wait for the exam to be over before figuring things out. You stand in your chair and snicker, ripping the exam book into paper shreds and tossing into the air like confetti. The professor is too in shock to call out “O-orihara-san!” until you’re already turning the corner in the hall.
Things were about to be...interesting! Weren’t they?
You push the door open into the room where Shizu is testing and don’t say a word, only tug on his arm with a whine and ignore the teacher asking you what you were doing interrupting testing. “Shizuuuuu it’s important come here.” Your best guess is that the school is going to send the student body home due to an emergency, explaining it as a protocol for infection or threat to the school grounds, but you sure as hell don’t want to be a part of the swarm trying to get out first.
You want to be on the roof to see all the fun!
Of course that fun will be dangerous, though. It’ll come with a price. One wrong move and you could get trampled or crazy sick or someone could try and take everything you had on you. Not to mention the hysteria and random acts of violence that would occur every couple of minutes. You’d certainly fall prey to that if you didn’t have some sort of strong, breathing meat protection that could shield you from potential threats and carry you to hypothetical victory.
Ah, your best guess here is that Shizuo-chan is going to look at you like you’re crazy and ask for another test and take his seat. He needed some incentive to get him going, it’s always like that. He’s like a monster truck that needs a kickstart. You smile at him and snatch the test off his desk, ripping it in half and throwing it on the ground with a curved stomp to finish the deed before laughing and running towards the stairs to the roof for him to follow.
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Post by cherry on Mar 6, 2016 23:05:10 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","wmdywc"] [attr="class","wmdywca"] [attr="class","wmdywic"] [attr="class","wmdywbca"] [attr="class","wmdywbcb"] [attr="class","wmdywbcc"] [attr="class","wmdywbcd"] [attr="class","wmdywbce"] [attr="class","wmdywcb"] [attr="class","wmdywac"] [attr="class","wmdywnc"]hard to admit [attr="class","wmdywgic"]but i'm afraid this time [attr="class","wmdywstu"]You aren't the most... intelligent of people. Now you wouldn't go so far as to call yourself stupid, you get decent grades, you pay attention in class, you don't think everything you're learning right now is trivial like a certain flea brained frienemy. You're not really sure how this knowledge of english phrases and basic hyperbole is supposed to help you along the way but you're giving it your all. You bite the tip of your pencil as you stare at the paper, doing your best to remember what you had written in your notes bur honestly you had been more distracted texting Celty and promising her that you wouldn't get into any fights during exam week so that you wouldn't end up suspended while you were supposed to be testing. You were both pretty sure that the school board didn't let you retake those... [break][break]
It seemed like an achievable goal! Clear up until the door to your classroom opened, and the beady little eyes of the last person you want to see right now settled onto you. You inwardly groan, why did it have to be you? You huff, looking down at your test, hoping, praying to some deity or otherworldly being that you weren't the reason that he had come here. Please, please, please you don't need a reason to shot-put your desk across the room right now. Then he tugs on your arm and calls out to you, his voice not hushed but not particularly loud. You squint at him, wondering just what the hell had gotten into him to make him do something like this. "I'm in the middle of class" Wasn't there like, a time out zone or something to this little song and dance? You're sneering at this point, reaching for your test back. "Go away!" You give a hushed whisper, trying to emphasize enough for him to take a hint.[break][break]
But since when has Izaya ever taken a hint about anything ever?[break][break]
As if responding to your thoughts, he promptly begins to rip your test into pieces. You can feel the rage kick in, your pupils contract, your muscles tense and you've lost. You know you've lost. This is exactly what the fucker wanted out of you and you just can't. Help it. "Izaaayaaaaa!" You yell, chasing after him. Who the hell did he think he was barging into your classroom and disrupting your class and making the both of you look absolutely insane. And over what?! Something that was supposedly important?! His laughter makes your blood pressure rise to the point of nearly feeling each enraged beat pump through your veins. You're going to kill him this time! You're going to physically murder him! As soon as you manage to catch him...[break][break]
He's making a wild beeline through the halls, and you're not really sure just where the two of you are going until you're well on your way to the stairwell that lead to the roof. 'What the hell?!' This isn't the normal routine, this is... different? Your rage is still there, oh hell yeah it is, but your brows are furrowed and your tunnel vision is slowly filtering in the outside world.[break][break]
By the time you reach the roof you're not running after Izaya anymore. You're stomping to the edge of the metal fence, your gaze settling on the courtyard where... Is that a foot hanging from that student's bloody mouth? Your mouth twitches, you don't believe this, can't believe it. You swing around toward Izaya and grab him by the shoulders, careful not to break anything but your grip isn't exactly a gentle one. "What the hell is going on!?" Surely he had an explanation for this. Maybe it was a prank? All his fault somehow? It couldn't be what it looked like.[break][break]
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Post by Lao on Mar 8, 2016 20:55:45 GMT
► The world is just too boring◄
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"What's...going on? Hm..." You pause for a moment, staring at the concrete of the roof. What indeed.... This was the sort of thing that Shizuo wouldn't be able to understand, the sort of fun- you mean destruction, that people would board up their houses for.
"Shizuo..." You press your forehead against his chest silently, before closing the gap with a hug. He can't share in your absolute elation to the situation, but that was okay. You laugh quietly, then loudly, into his chest before running to the edge and looking for more casualties. Oh boy that's actually a foot isn't it? It's gonna be hard not to trip or slip on guts once this virus really snowballs.
You had been getting rather bored of the world as it was recently. Even if things get fixed, you think, this is the sort of place that you'd want to stay in. A game. You hear tires skid from the distance and feel a surge of excitement in your veins. You must be some sort of god, everything you desired was starting to happen, wasn't it? No more mundane! No more drones doing nothing working towards their comfy cubicles and shallow graves! It's fun! It's fun! its survival of the fittest! Or more, survival of the lucky. Good thing you've never needed luck.
"Well the longer we wait the harder it'll be to get to the bottom. Our very first challenge, neh?" You smile at him and glance around for a brief moment to consider your options. "You're so lucky to have me with you. Get that." You point to a huge pipe lining a section of the roof, seeing as it was impossible for a normal group of people to even pull off without industrial tools. You two will make an excellent team. Brute force and some common sense.
"You're probably very scared right now, but it's okay. I'm here. You won't get infected, monster are more than likely immune." You patronize him, standing on the tips of your toes to pat his hair. You feel as though the smile on your face will stay even in your sleep tonight.
"We'll get to the courtyard and go left towards my place. Oh, and give me your blazer, it's very important." You cannot stress the last part enough; you'd grab some disposable cold masks from your apartment but for now you need something to keep the blood out of your mouth.
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Post by cherry on Mar 12, 2016 8:13:29 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","wmdywc"] [attr="class","wmdywca"] [attr="class","wmdywic"] [attr="class","wmdywbca"] [attr="class","wmdywbcb"] [attr="class","wmdywbcc"] [attr="class","wmdywbcd"] [attr="class","wmdywbce"] [attr="class","wmdywcb"] [attr="class","wmdywac"] [attr="class","wmdywnc"]hard to admit [attr="class","wmdywgic"]but i'm afraid this time [attr="class","wmdywstu"]You wanted something from him. An explanation, that catty laughter that didn't take anything seriously, anything to disprove the obvious. That there was some sort of weird virus something going around and people were starting to eat each other. You watch the raven stare, hands still gripping his shoulders, waiting for his reply. When he says your name your gaze goes from wandering toward the courtyard to settle onto the flea currently in your arms. Hugging you. [break][break]
What... what the hell?[break][break]
Was he actually scared or something?[break][break]
That was definitely the most normal reaction that you could have imagined coming from him. You're almost worried about him, tempted to comfort him the way that you would anyone else that curled into your personal space and squeezed. Yet you're frozen seconds later when he begins to laugh. Quietly at first, quiet enough that you think that he's panicking. This is laughing instead of crying... right? But you're wrong. Of course you're wrong. He's practically cackling and it's resounding in your ears, mixing with the quiet blaring of sirens in the distance and the occasional scream for help. [break][break]
This is madness, and it's barely getting started yet. [break][break]
You grimace as he smiles, explaining that it would be a challenge to get down to the courtyard. A game - of course he thinks this is a game. You're still livid, but the world has started swirling and you're not quite... registering the words coming out of Izaya's mouth. Yet you follow his pointing and stare at the pipe, and knew that you could do at least that much. In fact, you were the only one that could rip that pipe off of the wall. [break][break]
Your hands thankfully aren't on his shoulders anymore when he says the words that make everything stop reeling and leaves you... not quite angry. Appalled, maybe? Tired? Yes, tired is definitely one of the emotions coursing through you. Frustration? That out of all of the people in this school you had to end up tag teaming with the fucking flea. Your fingers twitch at your side. "Monsters are more than likely immune...' You hate him so fucking much. You almost comforted him god damn it and he's... you take a shuddered attempt at a sigh to calm yourself down.[break][break]
You rip the pipe off of the wall as if it was made of paper despite the intensive welding it had taken to put it there. You growl as your muscles flex and the deed is done, and a strength from deep down flares through you, more than you're supposed to have but you've never really been able to get an answer as to why you had it. It's tempting to whip around and slam it into Izaya's head hard enough to leave him without his skull intact, but you manage to keep from murdering him. For now.[break][break]
Seems like there would be enough shit trying to kill the two of you for you to not add to the collection.[break][break]
The PA system clicks on after he asks for your blazer, and you nod, taking it off while listening to what the principal had to say. Apparently class had been cancelled, and it was due to a sickness that was spreading through the school. Immediate evacuation was the next step, but it was being left to the teachers to calmly lead each student out of the classrooms and down the stairs. There were to be no stops to lockers or club rooms, simply stand up, form a single file line and exit the building. Go straight home. [break][break]
"Something tells me it's not going to be that easy." The good seeds will try to cooperate with their teachers and classmates, but the majority? The ones that were scared? The ones that were selfish? The ones that wanted nothing more than to survive? Well, they'd probably try to trample you if you were in their way. "Fire escape?" You ask, wondering whether that would be a good idea. You might be able to get some more things from inside if you stayed? But you weren't sure how many others would think to loot the school first thing.[break][break]
You never claimed to be a strategist.
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