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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Aug 18, 2017 8:03:46 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]Red, crimson blood red…
That was the primary color Mayumi was applying to her most recent art piece. Sitting behind the observatory telescope, she was drawing in a sketchbook she found in her cabana room, along with multiple types of pencils and various colored pencils. During her time here, she never did anything related to her talent, as most of the people here valued talent more than the individual they were conversing with. But now, she needed a way to cope with the recent events the best way she knew how.
The drawing itself depicted Mayumi's bomb collar going off. The blood, guts, and explosion of her head looked so realistic, that it could easily make someone nauseous. Even though it would look more lifelike if she did it on her art program, it was still pretty damn hyper realistic. She'd been working on this monstrosity for more than two hours, and was applying the finishing touches by this point. Her determination to finish this piece was staggering. Sweat poured down her face, tired by the sheer speed of her hand movements.
Everyone who entered the observatory during her art process - Shiro, Caelie, Brunhild, and Nana - they didn't notice her cooped up behind the giant telescope, even though her collar emanated a red glow that reflected off the walls, which was strange considering they were the more perceptive people of the group. In a way it made Mayumi feel nonexistent, but only for a moment before cutting herself off. She didn't want to become self-pitying, that was the last thing she wanted in this predicament. She intended this drawing to be exclusively private, but knew that somehow, a bystander would eventually view it. No matter, it would be nice to get some genuine concern from the lot this time around.
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Post by Yuichiro Yuuki on Aug 19, 2017 12:22:57 GMT -5
► Yuichiro Yuuki  265 Notes | Short of actually going to space, or astral projecting, an observatory on a tropical island seemed like the best opportunity possible to get a close up and personal look at the distant celestial bodies that littered their galaxy. Despite his sunny aesthetic that he strutted around with literally twenty-four seven, the singer was actually quite a moon and star sort of person. Distant twinkles and the pale light a full moon were his groove. And, he could use some unwinding after such a long day.
Nautical twilight had just passed when he entered the observatory. It was getting to be rather late, but that was the perfect time to look through a room sized telescope. It was nice that no one was there, too. Catch a break, Yuichi. Or so he thought, but as the boy nearly brought his eye to the scope, he spotted an ominous red light from behind the telescope. Of course, the glow in the dark paint around the observatory could have helped him dismiss such a strange light, but part of him recognized that particular hue of red. Curiosity peaking, he quietly stepped around to her side of the telescope to spot...
"Shit." He let out with the tiniest hint of a whisper. Mayumi was one of the people that they voted on. Evident by the bomb collar wrapped around her neck. Illuminated by it's harsh light was some.. pretty gruesome vent art. Like something a disturbed child would make, except with the talent of a fully fledged designer. "Mayumi, uh... Hey. Sorry, didn't expect anyone else t' be here." | |
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Aug 19, 2017 21:44:42 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]Mayumi turned around to see Yuichi enter the observatory, he must've been there to stargaze. She recalled that he was one of the people who voted for her demise, but that didn't bother her since she felt completely apathetic about it at this point. She didn't 'hate' Yuichiro per se, but she found him to be arrogant and dimwitted in multiple aspects. And just when she was adding the finishing touches to her art, she could see a shadow approaching the back of the telescope. He must've figured out she was here, she subconsciously applauded him for that for the first person to actually acknowledge her since the Tribal Plaza event.
"Yo. It's fine, I just wanted to keep a low profile because of the recent events. Though I apologize that you have to see…" she looks down at her art, "…this. It's uncommon for me to be so fucking macabre, so don't get any bright ideas."
She pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say next. It seemed like she was getting used to mingling, and felt more confident in her social abilities.
"I also retreated here since almost everyone here hates my guts, understandably so, and the weather seems to be-" She's cut off by a loud clash of thunder, Yuichiro gasps while Mayumi doesn't flinch. "Worsening." It began drizzling outside, and within seconds it was heavily pouring.
"Welp, guess we'll be stuck here for a while. Might as well make the most of it."
She sets her sketchbook and pencils down and readies to chat. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ @nobody ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Yuichiro Yuuki on Aug 20, 2017 13:33:15 GMT -5
► Yuichiro Yuuki 318 Notes | This was uncomfortable. Like thinking you were dating a single person right around the time their significant other walks in. Okay, bad example. After all, it was partly his fault that Mayumi had that collar. She seemed pretty dead to rights in the voting, so blaming himself wouldn't do much good, but he had voted for her as well. Clearing his throat, he averted his gaze from that little art piece she was working on. It was to be commended for how utterly gross it was. Job well done.
"It's fine. I've seen far worse. Stuff like that honestly doesn't bother me too much anymore." He found himself going a bit too far and mentally kicked himself. That was, what, the third damn sentence he's said to this chick? Still, while he had come to the observatory to stargaze, there was no harm in getting to know her a bit more personally. Cautiously, he sat down a few comfortable feet away from her.
The singer was just opening his mouth to protest her assumptions when a crack of thunder went on outside. He imagined, had there been windows there, that the lightning flashes would have been pretty stunning. "Didn't realize the weather was already changing so quickly... That's bad." They were all likely to die if something didn't happened, not just Sanura and Mayumi. Damn...
He nodded to the girl and cupped his chin for a minute, wondering what to say. If they were trapped there for a while, then it'd be best to talk. Silence was annoying at times. He could do without that awful ringing in his ears cropping up due to a lack of any other auditory stimulus. "You know.. I don't hate you. I admit, my voting for you mostly only had to do with the fact that I didn't know you. Pretty weak, but I was worried about the others." Great. Cheery conversation. | |
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Aug 20, 2017 17:05:09 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]She almost criticized Yuichiro for his pathetically ignorant comment, but on second thought, it was natural for people to make slip ups during times of panic. When furious it's hard for Mayumi to make rational decisions, so she could understand the idol's feelings.
"It's fine, I guess. I mean, I don't know you that well either so I can't blame you," she said with the slightest hint of sarcasm, since it was partially his fault for sentencing her possible demise.
However, the main problem at the moment was to not create an awkward pregnant pause with this conversation. She began thinking of possible conversation topics while Yuichiro seemed to be formulating a reply. Hopefully he won't fuck up this time around. | [attr="class","goodness"] ✉ @nobody ✎ 0000 words |
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