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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Jul 30, 2016 17:36:27 GMT
 I'm wont be sorry for what I've done. You can trust me.
Nor And for what I'll be doing.
Hoshi wasn’t an alcoholic, despite how his appearance right now might suggest, what with his mask carelessly left on the bench behind him, the ledge that he’s currently dangling his feet over and the small bottle of rum in his hand. I mean, reaching for a drink to soothe contemplative thoughts and weary emotions was a very normal thing wasn’t it? And recently even that habit of his was something the conman was trying to tone down – Aurelie didn’t exactly… approve of it, after all. And less liquor-filled trips to Angie’s room to hang out was a change that he believes both of those girls could live with.
But there was this stash of liquor that was coming through a nearby port, and after a successful bait-and-switch, he couldn’t help but save three bottles for himself, selling the rest for some funds to fuel his… other activities.
He was going through one of his many wallets earlier that night when a picture of him and Miyo slipped out – it was them at some random kid’s birthday party, both of them with bits of cake on their faces after having been called mid-way through their second and third plates respectively – which then led to a frantic forage of any other mementos of their past that he might have had laying around. It was during the search that he stumbled upon the previously-forgotten bottles of rum, and one thing led to another before he found himself here, sitting on a ledge of a roof that he wasn’t even supposed to be allowed access to (not like that had ever stopped him before). Staring out listlessly at the city’s nightlife, his body and soul were slowly chipped away by the dusk’s crestfallen icy cold breeze. In his other hand he clutched at a letter that he had found. Stained by tears and aged by time, even though it weighed as light as a feather, he felt it as heavy as an anchor. And he let it go. He’s read it once, and once was enough. The night swallowed it whole, carried off by a gust of wind, and he raised the bottle for yet another swig, relishing as he gulped down liquid fire, throwing the bottle away when he was done with it too. He strained his ears to hear the shatter of glass, but he was too far up and the ground too far down.
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Dear Hoshi, the letter read.
How are you doing? I couldn’t sleep, so I’m staying up to write this letter. I know that this might be a little strange since we see each other every day in school, but I remember us both agreeing once that there was a certain charm in hand-written letters, and so I thought ‘why not?’
This is actually pretty fun, isn’t it? There’s sort of a different feeling, a different air to it. And the thought of you wondering what the contents of this letter is, curiously opening it to read makes me excited. Do you think we should do it more often?
Your dear friend,
Miyo.
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Post by Chiaki Nanami on Aug 1, 2016 4:13:57 GMT
 Oh it was just another day in the life of Chiaki Namami. She went to class, laughed and had fun with her friends, and her boyfriend. It was so odd how she ended up with Nagito. It had occurred to her that he was one of the routes she could take. She later realized Hajime was probably another route she could've taken, but she was quite happy on the route she was on right now. Of course, they had planned several dates, and had gone on a few as well. She was extremely happy and couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than Nagito, even if at times she had to raise him up from calling himself useless and trash and things like that. She hoped one day she could convince him that he wasn't. She really cared for him, and she would hate to see any harm to come to him.
Today was another one of those 'wander around Hope's Peak' sorts of days. It had been working well for her, just playing her game and walking around. She was bound to bump into people that she could become friends with… Though he class was great and full of friends, outside of class it was pretty much Nagito, though she had other friends and she wouldn't complain about that. Her parents would complain about that and ask her if she met anyone new today. She hadn't exactly told her parents about Nagito yet, not because she didn't want to, but it slipped her mind every time she talked to them.
Somehow, in the midst of her wandering, while she was working on the third dungeon of the game she was playing, she made her way to the roof. She looked up for a moment realizing the walls were no longer around her, and she was on the roof. Where most people weren't allowed, and yet here she was, not even worrying about sneaking in. It actually looked wonderful from up here. The view. Oh, she would have to remember to play her games up here more often. The fresh air, and the view.
Hold on; who was that?
There was someone on the edge there. She looked up for a moment, while her fingers still moved to play the game without even looking at the screen, knowing how it would at least all look and focusing her eyes on the person sitting on the edge. She saw the young blonde drop a bottle and she bit her lower lip. That person wasn't happy. She was going to make him happy. Even if she didn't know what was going on, nor why he was sad, or even if she was right and he was sad. She would try her best.
Chiaki looked back down at her system and walked up behind Hoshi, then taking a seat next to him on the edge, staring at her game. "You could hurt someone dropping things like that." |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Aug 5, 2016 5:47:33 GMT
I'm wont be sorry for what I've done. You can trust me.
Nor And for what I'll be doing.
Hoshi sat there for what felt like ages. His thoughts were buried, drowning in mud; his soul in mist; heart in broken tatters. Why did that picture have to slip out, after all this while? Why hasn't he gotten over her death?
Why did she have to die.
Why wasn't it - oh, there was somebody sitting down next to him. But he still decided to listlessly let his gaze wander through the scenery in front, unfocused eyes for an unfocused mind. That is, until he heard her spoke, afterwards in which he slowly turned to face her. "There's..." Hoshi said, his words forming uncharacteristically slowly. "Nobody screamed," he said, pausing for the second time within the span of these few minutes. With crestfallen eyes, he tried to gather what remained from his pile of scrambled thoughts. "So I didn't hit anyone," was what he at last managed to salvage from he wreck.
He turned away from her again afterwards.
From where the hooded boy sat, he could just about make out a few figures standing around at the gate of the school, as well as the long stretch of cars that lined up the road like ants. A siren from a police-car reverberated through the night before fading into the distance, and for some reason, under the watchful gaze of the ancient moon, streaks of fireworks flew up, illuminating the night sky. Their source seemed to come from a local park, though no matter how much he strained his mind, he couldn't remember there being an event today to celebrate for.
But he didn't mind. Seeing something made more beautiful than before was always a pleasant sight, and while "meaning" and "comfort" would eventually leave you behind, "beauty" wouldn't snuggle with you, but it would stay in the same place. While pain lays waste to positive feelings, you can't lose the feeling of regarding something beautiful as beautiful. In fact, pain just makes beauty more apparent.
And this canvas of explosions that lasted for all but a few seconds? They were enough to shatter the locks he had set that held his fears and pain at bay, and his head followed suit with the agonizing tears that flowed down. He curled up, clutching at the side of his head. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a more rational part of himself watched. It watched as sobs transgressed into screams - the devil’s due for keeping alive a flame that should have long, long since whittled away.
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The entire paragraph (starting from the second line) that spoke about beauty was copied basically word-for-word from a novel called Pain Pain Go Away, written by Sugaru Miaki, the same author behind Three Days of Happiness. I highly, highly recommend reading them both.
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Post by Chiaki Nanami on Aug 27, 2016 2:42:44 GMT
Chiaki could tell Hoshi was upset. Whether it was from the fact that the guy didn't seem to normally be like this, as Chiaki was sure she'd seen the boy around, or the fact he was sitting up here on the roof alone, probably having drank that whole bottle he dropped presumably filled with an alcohol of some sort. Ah well, Chiaki was the type to want to help those in trouble, and this boy seemed to be in trouble of some emotional sort. Chiaki didn't know what was ailing him, but she could guess. However, she didn't drop her video game and she continued to play even though her mind wasn't on the game. It was almost a habit now to play a game as often as possible.
"That's good," Chiaki said her eyes glued to her system. She was aptly aware of her surroundings, her legs hanging over the edge. The boy wasn't that far away from her, sitting there, so obviously hurt. She didn't know by what either. She knew he was upset but that could mean he lost someone, or he failed a test or something. Maybe someone broke up with him. She wished she knew what was wrong with him. She could at least have a better understanding as to why he was so sad. He was in her year she knew, but they didn't have homeroom together at least. What could he be so sad about? Ah well, she would work on it, she would find out, and she would do her best to help him. Because she just couldn't walk away from someone who obviously needs some sort of help, even if they didn't know it themselves.
Three dead, two to go. Boom. One to go. Click. Click. Silence. More clicking from her buttons and her fingers moving swiftly across the system. "When I'm sad, I usually play a game." Damn. That was silly for her to say. He was dealing with this in his own way. She just needed to help him cope. But… Yukizome had made her believe in the power of games and how they could bring people together and make people happy. The smiles of her classmates shone through her head and almost made her smile, but she forced the smile back as Hoshi might take that as something offensive in this highly emotionally charged situation.
"It's sad that sometimes life fades as quickly as a firework," Chiaki noted after the fireworks ended, having not looked up but seen them out of the corner of her eye, "But they go out with a bang. And then the stars live on to light the way." She didn't even know what she was saying, but she felt like it was something good to say. What did she even mean? Ah right. "We can't keep dwelling on how beautiful a firework was, but only look forward to what will come as we stand still living on, a constant speck of light in the sky. When you get closer, we're bright, and the brighter you are, the more likely others will become closer to you. But if you let your lit dim, you'll be the next firework, the next one to disappear." Chiaki looked up at the sky, her fingers still moving, killing the last enemy as she stared up at the starry night sky. That should cover the most likely causes of his despair, and hopefully, whatever it was, she could help with, though she was not as confident in being able to actually help as opposed to her wish to want to help.
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