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Post by Caelie Ariane on Sept 19, 2017 10:58:32 GMT -5
There's a certain aspect of excess that brings out different sides in people. Some frown in distaste, citing starving children elsewhere as a reason for need of guilt. Others simply don't care, accustomed to having everything they want. Then there are those comfortable with having a lot, or others that aren't. The latter might be because of... well, guilt. The unease that comes with unfamiliarity.
For Caelie, well the answer's pretty simple. She loves it. Even if there comes a point where bigger doesn't mean better, the ceiling for this criteria was raised pretty high. After all, material wealth is king and queen. Magic paper rules, like it or not. Sadly though, such dreams are still far off. Even if her briefly peaceful stay at this manor provided even greater opportunity for illusions of grandeur, it was simply just that - a fake. After all, this entire place wasn't under the Ariane name, now was it?
Secluded areas had a way of getting the mind thinking, and this pantry was no exception. In fact, perhaps the sheer variety and how exotic its contents were added a certain spark to incoming thoughts. They acted as a reminder of how vast the outside world was, and how... dying in this manor wasn't an acceptable end, not in the least. There were places outside of the New World that Caelie wanted to see, countless things to experience and innumerable pleasures to drown in. And there was still... her life's goal, the one decided as of late. Having been locked in the four walls of the bear's whims and fancy, there was already more than once when, briefly, she had lost sight of that precious, exhilarating ambition that life had granted.
Plucking a nearby grape, Caelie popped it into her mouth. Chewing it silently, her mind wandered near and far, passing by thoughts both listless and purposeful.
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Sept 23, 2017 3:54:41 GMT -5
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Sept 23, 2017 9:41:30 GMT -5
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Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] The sound of the pantry’s door closing wasn’t lost to Caelie. It was loud through the silence. After all, no matter how fast you thought, how frantically, the mind was still quiet. A silent train snaking its way into eternity, twisting and winding as countless paths diverged into the fading distance.
Caelie plucked another grape, gently placing it into her mouth as she turned to the entrance. The newcomer’s voice was clear – it struck her as one that didn’t belong to her classmates, though seeing really was believing.
“Mariko Nakazawa,” greeted Caelie, her tone as impassively polite as ever. Showing the slightest hint of a smile, Caelie took the bundle of grapes off the shelf and walked towards the Emerald Demon. “What an honor,” she continued. Slipping out her phone with her free hand, she swiftly swiped in the unlock-pattern and selected the camera, starting a video recording. There was only sound for now – it was angled sideways to the floor, but voices would have to do. For now.
“I’ve thought about what I would ask Hitler if I was ever given the chance. Sadly, I wasn’t able to come up with anything satisfactory, much less anything for Enoshima Junko and her compatriots.” [attr="class","box3"] [newclass=.box2] width:340px;margin-top: 0px;padding-right:10px;text- align:justify;color:#555;font-size:10.2px;font-family:tahoma;line-height:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.box3]padding-right:10px;overflow:auto;height:300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box3::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:red;[/newclass] [newclass=.box3::-webkit-scrollbar]width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box3::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:black;[/newclass] |
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Post by Mariko Nakazawa on Sept 29, 2017 2:31:57 GMT -5
[/i] Well at least she was remembered, this was a positive. So many of the others had gone down as nothing more than “nameless villain number whatever” and their games had ended before they had really gotten started so you can’t say Mariko didn’t put the effort in. Monoworld had been something special so it was nice to see that her mere presence inspired so much horror amongst the kiddies from what she had seen so far. Raising an eyebrow at the sound of her name being spoken, Mariko slipped her hands into the pockets of her hooded jacket and walked forward lazily, obviously not threatened by the other girl in the pantry. “You were expecting Adrianna Kravenski? Sorry to disappoint, flowers aren’t my thing.”Ah, Adrianna. No there was a girl that Mariko missed. Sure, Adrianna got a little too touchy-feely with the corpses sometimes but she wasn’t a bad girl rea…okay, that’s a lie. Adrianna had been a horrible person, and she probably would have admitted this if she hadn’t dropped dead due to a lack of sleep. Sorry again Adrianna, wherever you are. Mariko still considered you probably one of her two closest friends of anyone who had been force-cast into her little disasterpiece motion picture but she needed a body and she had to work with what was on hand. With nothing else being said the green haired girl began rifling through the panty stock, looking for something to quench her appetite for the time being and starts to remove a box of generic brand pre-made cookies when the black-haired girl catches her off guard. “What an honor,”…That wasn’t what she had been expecting and this does get the green haired woman to stop what she is doing, the box of baked goods still in hand. Mariko had spoken to a lot of people since she had been outed as a mastermind and none of them ever stated that it was an honor to see her, knowing who she was. Mainly they were just really whiny and bitchy about waaaah, my family is dead because of you. You know, the general complaints. “Always nice to meet the fans, kiddo. Don’t let your little friends here you say that, the blonde boytoy around here just spent a long time going blah blah you’re a monster.” Green eyes roll towards the ceiling and she scoffs at the very notion that people could be outraged at a woman who had brutally murdered thousands of people just for the sake of doing it. To be fair, after the first thousand or so times you hear that from somebody it gets rather tedious. “Tch, everyone’s a critic.”“I’ve thought about what I would ask Hitler if I was ever given the chance. Sadly, I wasn’t able to come up with anything satisfactory, much less anything for Enoshima Junko and her compatriots.” “Mmm, that’s a shame. I haven’t taken part in a Q&A in a while. My agent generally took care of setting those up and I’m like eighty-five percent sure I killed him.” Mariko looks up skyward with a puzzled look on her face and she seems to be thinking heavily on this as she tries to place one name in a sea of forty thousand people who were dead because of her before lazily shrugging in defeat. “…Can’t remember, there’s been so many. Whatever, he was a slimeball anyway.”[/ul] |
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