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yogen2021-05-17 02:41 am
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Pass the point of No return .
Who: Hyde & Rika
Where: Clock Tower
When: May 11th After Meeting .
What: Murder be happening .
Warnings: Death, self harm and... Will add.
CLOSED unless u really wanna come in here i GUESS.
[ Rika wriggles around at his waist, but even without his skill Monstrous strength. When he was Hyde, he was very athletic and very capable of holding the woman upon his side. 5 Feet or not, she was not going anywhere and he was very determined after her display of disregard to very well enact the want of a plan within his brain. Nevertheless the attachment to Moriarty suddenly had upon her - made it all worse. Now it was absolute business, this girl was playing with fire and didn’t know how harsh the flames she stoked could go and Hyde enjoyed playing dangerou games. With individuals who were like her, there was nothing but absolute catastrophic excitement burning within his chest.
Was this the HOPE that man with the whirling locks of dirty hair kept talking to him about? He never thought of such things in the ways of others, not as a known serial killer. Copying the mindset of others was a foreplay in the bigger spectrum of things. In the end to Hyde, this was about friendship, love, and intimacy. Just how much closer did this girl wanna get with him? In order to really rectify that, in order to really show who he were, because he was getting pissed and tired she wasn’t taking him seriously.
He would play a dangerous game.
Even if she was wiggling about in his arms, he would toss her upon his shoulders and hold her tightly. Whilst her front hung down his own back. Whilst he haphazardly with a little skip to his step in the wee late hours of the school, headed down the halls toward the Clock Tower. Slamming its door open, letting the individual locked and tied up at the top of it know what was coming. Or rather - who. ]
No talking until we’re there, you'll ruin the moood babe.
[ As they get to the top, he drops her. Just like that. Hopefully she lands okay, and not roughly. He waits till she is adjusted in the room, she would note there was some muffled screaming coming from within the seemingly empty room. Though there were boxes, cases, and an enamor of strange places to store things. ]
Where: Clock Tower
When: May 11th After Meeting .
What: Murder be happening .
Warnings: Death, self harm and... Will add.
CLOSED unless u really wanna come in here i GUESS.
[ Rika wriggles around at his waist, but even without his skill Monstrous strength. When he was Hyde, he was very athletic and very capable of holding the woman upon his side. 5 Feet or not, she was not going anywhere and he was very determined after her display of disregard to very well enact the want of a plan within his brain. Nevertheless the attachment to Moriarty suddenly had upon her - made it all worse. Now it was absolute business, this girl was playing with fire and didn’t know how harsh the flames she stoked could go and Hyde enjoyed playing dangerou games. With individuals who were like her, there was nothing but absolute catastrophic excitement burning within his chest.
Was this the HOPE that man with the whirling locks of dirty hair kept talking to him about? He never thought of such things in the ways of others, not as a known serial killer. Copying the mindset of others was a foreplay in the bigger spectrum of things. In the end to Hyde, this was about friendship, love, and intimacy. Just how much closer did this girl wanna get with him? In order to really rectify that, in order to really show who he were, because he was getting pissed and tired she wasn’t taking him seriously.
He would play a dangerous game.
Even if she was wiggling about in his arms, he would toss her upon his shoulders and hold her tightly. Whilst her front hung down his own back. Whilst he haphazardly with a little skip to his step in the wee late hours of the school, headed down the halls toward the Clock Tower. Slamming its door open, letting the individual locked and tied up at the top of it know what was coming. Or rather - who. ]
No talking until we’re there, you'll ruin the moood babe.
[ As they get to the top, he drops her. Just like that. Hopefully she lands okay, and not roughly. He waits till she is adjusted in the room, she would note there was some muffled screaming coming from within the seemingly empty room. Though there were boxes, cases, and an enamor of strange places to store things. ]
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( he talks about this person — another student, probably — like they're some sort of an item, or a toy he can have fun with later. it makes her expression sour, clearly disapproving; jokes are jokes, and she takes threats in stride, but messing around with actual, human life is definitely taking things too far? maybe she's being too soft — maybe people here just don't care, because this school is so bizarre death seems to be lurking at every corner — but if she can prevent it... she wants to.
the tarp he takes out looks dirty; bloodstained, most likely, if the momentary vertigo is anything to go by. the smell catches up to it, too — the air's stagnant and unpleasant enough as is, but with blood added on top of that, it makes for a nauseating mixture. her stomach twists, wanting to expel whatever contents it contains — her fight or flight instincts spike, as she realizes the danger she's currently in, but... well, it's rika. flight is rarely an option — if she can, she'll always take fight.
eyes narrowing, she places her hand on the pocket of her jacket, where the knife he'd thrown at her earlier rests. )
Hyde... ( the cries are distracting; it's obvious whoever's in that box is scared to death, and the sound is grating on her ears, slim fingers balling into frustrated fists. ) Stop messing around! ( is it stupid to approach him? probably, but she does it, anyway, getting all up in his face, as if to ward him off the box. ) What the hell's this meant to prove, huh? That you're big, bad and scary?! If you've got a problem, settle it with me! ( there, she can even place her tiny hands on his chest and try to shove him away from the box... pls don't expect too much though she's just a teenage girl. )
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However, Hyde was far more out of her league than she would ever come to realize in terms of acting out actions for the sake of attention. It was that notion, when she still played with him. When she winked at him, or fucked around with the shit he said. It was built up from that, even if it was only but an hour at best - it was enough to tip Hyde into the other side. He has killed courtesans in far lesser time, or gone murdering children for lesser reasons.
Though this was a bit different, because he liked how she played with fire. Saw it in her eyes, how she wanted to dance with danger. To him he wanted to know just how much she would put her hands into the flames, and watch it burn. It was a game, and with the murder school and its rules adding a wonderful allure to it all. Hyde felt there was no reason, nor nothing to hold him back.
No Master to tell him no.
No Command Seals to stop him.
No he can do whatever he so damn well wants.
Hyde kicks the box and it flops to its side. There came tumbling out some girl with hair all cut in an enamor of ways ( because he cut it for fun ), clearly forcibly done by Hyde himself. She withered in agony, and winced when she came about undone on the floor. Her hands & ankles tied up, a gag placed within her mouth. The girl begins shaking, as the drool from behind the gag begins to pass beyond the makeshift item clasped around her face. If Rika looks at her body, she will see cuts and nicks along the length of her arms, legs, nothing too deep. Which will mark the right thinkers as odd, because it means the references of anatomy Jekyll knew bled into Hyde’s mind. Whatever he cut, it was never deep and never a deep artery. Still, they were cuts. Wounds. Bruises. And her ankles were broken so that she couldn’t run even if she tried. ]
Heyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! [ When he talks, she winces. Crys even.] Did you know? That. At 12am till 6am, no one can hear the sound at all.
[Hyde rolls upon the box and sits on it casually. He’s got another knife - where the fuck did he hide this one? It’s the home ec knife, at least this one is a steak one and smaller by comparison. Well it’s fine, he’s throwing up and down catching it calmly. Wanting to see what she will do, wanting to see the reactions she will make, and hoping for something wonderful to happen. ]
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no, she's no hero — and everything she's ever done was only ever done for selfish reasons — but if there's a way to atone for all the mistakes she's made before this... )
Hey, Hydecchi. ( he can even have a cute nickname, as she kneels next to the girl, examining her briefly. cuts over her skin, all over her body — not too deep, and she recognizes this only because she's used to making these on her arms — and certainly not lethal. not yet, at least; not until he finishes the job. ) If you play around with other girls, I'll get mad, y'know? ( raising her head to look directly at him, she smiles, gentle and pleasant. he's not a good actor; everything shows on his face, emotion and violence spilling out.
she's different. she's used to tricking people into believing whatever they fuck they want to believe, because it's easier for a girl to live when she pretends she can conform. )
Are you already bored of Rika-chan? That makes me so, so sad... ( the knife in her pocket rests heavy, a comforting weight as she rises to her feet and steps over the girl, standing between him and the body, a quiet message that to get to the girl he'll have to get through rika first. ) As an idol, I'll only ever let you have eyes for me! ( she's coming closer, unafraid, even if her heart beats a stuttering staccato, echoing against her ribs.
she won't be scared. she'll be brave, and she'll save the girl. )
You want attention, right? You're like one of my obsessive fans... I bet you'd line up a bunch of times just to get to shake my hand, wouldn't you? Anything to get your beloved Rika-chan's eyes on you... ~ ( hands on his shoulders, she reaches down to grab his wrist, holding up the hand that clutches onto the small kitchen knife he'd undoubtedly stole. ) I'm here, so what are you gonna do? We both know you're just a little coward, deep down. Are you a virgin? You act like one. Pfft — what a loser. If you wanna get the girl, you'll have to do way better than that!
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It is half true, that Hyde cares little for good will - but it is also true he actually adores it. The genuine sweetness of someone despite being faced with something so decrepit then this. He enjoys watching good will bend over, churn, and dismantle in front of him. Enjoys watching as people try to harness good will to protect their own sanity or others. How a good person will convince killing someone bad, will save everything pure about them - these are the things Hyde hungers and delights in the most.
In this moment, what he sees is a girl coming forward to sacrifice her own well being for the one on the floor. Thinking her life is worth nothing - Rika, and ignoring the possibility that he would do to her what he has done to the girl on the floor. Her hands brisk along his wrist and hold’s it with a firm grasp. It is obvious she is trying to control the situation, the best her little 15 year old heart can muster together. He finds it hot in a way, watching a girl try so hard to push his buttons when she knew nothing about him.
Which was the whole point of this - the whole sudden need to show her. When he felt annoyed and overwhelmed by her jests as well as interest in fucking with him. What better way to show someone who you really are then dive right into murdering in front of them right? To Hyde this was the ideal perfect date.
His own wrist grips around the hand upon his shoulder. Reeling it suddenly to his lips, where his tongue lapped along the inside of it. ]
Babe, I will definitely make sure at the end of it all. My eye swill totally be on you, and your eyes will want nothing but to be on me.
[ Whether it is because you hate him, or love him. He’ll take whatever and swallow it up like the hungry fucked up man that he is. Just with that, he kicks his foot out and swings it around her ankle. Enough to make her lose her balance so when he stands right up. He pushes her down so she falls upon the girl readily. ]
SIGH! SIGH!! Why are you talking about my virginity!!!! STOP THAT! That’s embarrassing, and might piss me off if I wasn’t so annoyed with you right now. But we’re in the fighting stage in our relationship and I’m going to be the better one here and understand you are saying things you don’t mean ok sweaty?!?!?
[ Each step he takes with stride is full and with power or authority. Stepping over Rika, then toward the side where the girl on the floor riddled with wounds were. He is in control of the situation, and very rightfully in his mind as to what will occur next. He reaches down and grips the girl by her hair, dragging her up so that she attempts with all her might to stand - but she is in so much pain. The wounds she had began to bleed from the rough movement. Crying, screaming, and gagging despite how exhausted she seemed to be. There is a look upon her face, rather then wanting to beg for her life. The girl looks as if, she would rather die a quick death to have release. As such, this is the expression that she wear when she faces toward Rika. ]
Okay, let me see what you're made of. Beg.
[ The Knife he has, winds upward toward the girls neck. She cries, whines, and nearly gives into whatever the hell is to happen next. ]
tw: self harm
it's only right — blood for blood, even if it's upon your tongue.
but, god, she's not ready to face the burden of another life lost because she failed to protect it. she's not ready to shoulder the weight of it; surrounded by death is bad enough as is, but when it's a death you know you could've stopped if you just tried a little harder? that's the worst. so she watches him, a little desperate and a little hopeful, as he brings her hand to his lips and licks the inside of it — an illusion of obedience, before she's back on the ground. )
Hyde — ! ( she's quick to peel herself off the girl, to make sure she doesn't hurt her any more, but — fuck, that moment of unawareness is plenty enough for hyde to grab her instead. helpless to stop him, she watches as he strides towards her, fingers coiling in her cut-up hair, dragging her body up, now with a knife to her neck. her expression is pitiful — she must be in so much pain, both from the fractures and the cuts, and rika knows full-well if she could speak, she'd probably just beg for this to end.
not yet. it can't end yet. she wants to mindlessly lunge at him, like she does in most situation, but the knife at the girl's neck is too much of a risk — one cut and she's dead. pushing herself up to sit on the floor, she raises her head to look at hyde, hair tussled and expression desperate. )
... ( this isn't the time to be prideful. this is the time to give him what he wants and hope for the best. ) Please, ( so she begs, even if her fists ball up in frustration, bare knees scraping against the stone floor. ) just... I hate this. I don't... I don't want someone to lose a life just because you wanna prove a point! If you wanna hurt someone, hurt me! What, am I not good enough for that, either?!
( sniffling, she reaches into her pocket, to grab the knife he'd thrown at her earlier and press it against her own neck, as if holding herself hostage was somehow going to change this. )
Should I do it for you? If you won't hurt me, I'll gladly just do it myself! You think I've never done this before?! ( her voice rises, to something akin manic, the blade drawing first blood as she presses it tighter to her own neck. )
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His heart lurches in his chest, and his grip around the girl loosens. He feels as if he just jumped and took a fall - things changed and the course of actions from her actually surprised him. However his grip upon the dying girl is firm, and the woman within his hand all but trembles at the sudden change of demeanor the Murderer seems to hold thusly. There was a slight bit of hope in her eyes... Hyde is upset Rika would do that to herself, and pities her because he finds her pathetic. The array of thoughts she must have endured to allow herself the conscious acceptability to kill herself if it meant saving another - was he really meant to see such a beautiful thing?
Hyde is calm, uncomfortably so. Then with such suddenness, the knife cuts across the woman's throat and the blood splays outward. A flowing bout of river entering into their clock tower. The world around them moans with a change of the world, as they both begin to slip into the Void Realm itself. Hyde is calm in his movements, but fast. The girl gets dropped as if she were nothing, her spurning twitching body losing life as it crippled to the floor. The blood pooling outward and kissing against the tarp then dripping toward the wooden surface beneath it.All the while he, with no reservation upon him, stepped toward Rika. Reaching for her wrist.
The intent would be to stop her, grip that wrist from cutting that beautiful neck. Make certain she would not so much as allow the blade to rip across her own skin, and he walked upon her with such vivid sway of his motions. Like gentle waves crashing down the beaches shores, he is steady, calm and present. That hand grips to reach her wrist, and the world around them continues to change into the other place thusly. Nothing mattered to him but this moment. Nothing mattered to him but her, and the power he wished to have over her life. ]
Don't do that.
[ Hyde says softly, staring down into her eyes. ]
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the blade at her neck stings, a familiar burn of a cut being made. she tries to sink it in deeper — lets it dig into skin, lets it part the flesh, but hesitates to push it any further. and then, the realization hits her: she doesn't want to die here. back home, back before mannen had saved her, she was ready to let go of everything; now, when she knows there's people and things she still wants to protect, it's... hard. letting go of life on a complete whim... she doesn't want to do it. it's not fair. it shouldn't be her.
long, unfamiliar fingers wrap around her wrist next, her hand promptly dragged away from her neck — the knife falls to the floor, bloodied, and she gasps, only now realizing she's been holding her breath. the harsh sting of a cut burns, but keeps her grounded; she raises her head to look at hyde, eyes wide and lips trembling, opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to utter something — only for a broken whine to fall out instead. )
Why... ? Why'd you... ? ( her chest rises and falls rapidly, as tears begin to spill from the corners of her eyes. the body of the girl is no more — a mere shadow, a bundle of absolute nothingness, and she falls forward, into hyde, free hand coming up to grab at his shirt, fingers tightening in a grip. and then she wails, her face still buried in his chest, gripping onto him as if he were her only lifeline. ) Why... why?! Hurt me... why... why couldn't it be me...
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[ Hyde states softly, as if it were something to speak fondly over or even talk gently toward her like that. Such abhor mannerisms were not suited for the sense of romanticisms he decides to have - of which he barely even understands. All he sees is a moment imprinted to him, and a girl he wants to cut his way into from the inside out. There was no sense of boredom here, not like the whores of London or the women who obsessively clung to his good looks. This was entirely different, and in that way he hungered for it.
If he were to idolize her, then she would in turn idolize him. Whether it be her looking down upon him with a fury and reckoning that she would kill him. End him - destroy him. What Hyde wanted was exactly that, no even further beyond that. His grip over her will, and conscious slipping through his finger tips. Like warm blood pouring out its essence unto each one of his delicate fingertips.
All of it, he wanted to swim into the ocean and the only reason he could was since she was so young and impressionable. It made it that much easier for him to dig his claws into, and sip the folly of his reckoning. Truly - what would Moriarty if he saw what was going on with his precious little new found daughter.
Hyde lets her go, dipping down to reach the knife from the floor. Making certain that any other objects that she could harm herself with upon the void world were gone from her reaches. He shuffles past her, his shoulder bumping into hers as he begins to walk toward the staircase.
This was enough, he staked his claim or mark. Now the true fun would begin - he wondered idly would she hide this moment to herself? Beckon for the others? Or will she try to conquer her own demons - and he ideally thinks of Komaeda as he kicks away the box in front of the staircase. Starting his steps downward with a sudden eureka upon him. ]
Ohhhh, that’s what that bastard means when he keeps talking about despair and hope… Interesting.
[ He keeps going but doesn't look back, he'll be the first to return back to his consciousness. Then leave all the same. The equivalent of getting himself off, and then leaving the other with no care for the other what so ever. Is she gunna follow? Get pissed at him? Well hes leaving down the stairs... ]
Oi, oi - you let the void demons take that body or they’ll end up taking you with it. Better go find a mirror to smash - see you on the flip side.
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but what then? she feels as if all of her strength's been sapped from her, just barely staying upright. shakily, she reaches to her pocket, to pull out one of the six mirrors she'd found in her locker — she's kept it on her all this time for emergencies, and... what is this but an emergency? )
Fuck you! Asshole! You'll pay for this! Don't think you won't! ( well. it's not rika if she doesn't shout something to make a good exit — and then she promptly smashes the mirror, expecting the body to still be there. maybe the girl is still alive? but when the mirror shatters, and the scenery around her fades back into the usual, the body is nowhere to be found — just a pool of blood where the girl had bled out, and her own blood, pouring from the side of her neck.
she brings one hand to touch the wound, grimacing slightly, as the vertigo hits her once again — this time hard enough to make her sway on her knees, the world slowly fading to black. she's so tired; she doesn't want to be awake. maybe when she wakes up, all of this will turn out to be a bad dream?
... so, yes, she just passes out, from the shock of everything, and from the slowly increasing blood loss. goodbye cruel world — )