open . May may may catch em all .

[dangernoises]

Who: Jekyll or Hyde & your character of choice.
Where: A lot of places.
When: May 15-30th ( His Birthday )
What: General openers, and a Birthday one.
Warnings: None for now, except there is a Hyde opener so like u know... Hyde things.



⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Vibing . ( 5/15-5/20 ) ⌝ JEKYLL .

[ The School days Jekyll is found throughout attending to his leisure's the best that he can, he attempts to kindly speak to the other students but as of late it seems many have wanted to keep away from him. He is not easily dejected and does not blame any one of them to cease their talking, but a part of him hurts because much of his friendships that he had thought he held before. Were now blatantly ruined no thanks to Hyde himself.


He keeps a head on his shoulders, sometimes found in the Music room. To listen to whoever is playing on the Piano. It helps him relax, reminds him of his old life. Spending lavish amounts of money for plays and musicals to listen to. Often he can be found writing in his book, trying to procure a new method of containing Hyde or doing something about him.


Jekyll Can also be found in the libraries, the nurse office from time to time, and or other areas. Constantly in his notebook writing and figuring out things about the world around him. Quieter now, but if anyone speaks to him he holds a warm smile and welcomes the company happily.]


Ah, I was just writing in my notes about the differences of the Void school. I don't mind if you join me.



⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Can't read. . . ( 5/13 ) ⌝ HYDE .

[ Some how Hyde is awake - probably because the school has decided to call upon him. When he awakens he is at his locker, looking at the note in front of him. He reads it and cants his head:



⠀⠀ 'Counselor's office x:xxpm 5/xx'

Hyde takes it and immediately squints and cants his head.]


Wellp! Too bad I CANT fuckin' read so I guess we don't know what that sayssss.


[ He says it so loud and obnoxiously, as if goading for someone to come and answer his pleas of attention. He will double down on it, and look for some random person to bother. ]


HEY HEY!! What does this say? Wanna read it?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Happy Birthday. . . ( 5/30 ) ⌝ Jekyll & Hyde .
(For this one if you want Hyde or Jekyll, Just put it in the header too of who you want. )

[ He heard his master was here, and a part of him hoped she was. His birthday was slowly coming closer day by day. When it finally was here, he had hoped to see her pop up. As he looked for her here and there, it was not the case. Hearing her cheery voice, or the others welcoming him on this day. Instead he heard nothing, and no one seemed to have noticed.


It didn't bother him, perse - in truth he felt this was well deserving. His existence wasn't worth any recognition after all he's done. He wasn't even recognized from his past as a amiable scientist all his hard work tossed aside for the imagery of a madman split in two. Ultimately the emptiness of this day would settle on his shoulders. It was a Sunday so he had all the free time in the world to himself to do as he wished.


He guesses he would sit there at the Clock Tower. Idly keeping to himself for the whole day. With a homemade rice ball in hand, and a spot of tea.]


Mm... I hope Hyde doesn't come out I'm sure he'll make a ruckus today about it... [ Or maybe... Maybe thats what other people wanted? Maybe... Maybe he should just be Hyde? People seemed to like him more that way didn't they?


Jekyll didn't realize he squeezed his rice ball too harshly, and all of it now were a mess upon his body. Or upon the clock towers floor. It takes him a moment to notice someone here - depending on your choice, your luck, and the situation. You can get either Jekyll or Hyde.]

What do you want?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌞ Wildcard. . . ⌝ Jekyll & Hyde . Just dm me on discord, or witchcess for plot.

Comments

[contrarily]

( everyone's life has a value, rika thinks. whether it's to be of use to someone else, or merely live on as your own existence — she sees, now, that there's always things you can still do, and things you can still improve. it took her almost killing herself to realize life's more precious than that — that it's not something to merely throw away as you see fit. and... she's still young; to decide someone's worth, to be someone's executioner, that's... too much responsibility on her shoulders.

this place might be a kill or be killed, but if she can stand her ground for at least a little longer...

the shard in her hand digs into her skin as she crushes it, slicing through the last shadow before she snaps back to reality. and there he is, standing in front of her, unscathed sans for the wound on his neck and the one on his side, something he'd undoubtedly gotten before this even started. they're still close; she's still got her box cutter in her hand, holding it to hyde's throat, but she withdraws her arm now, huffing. her whole body's sore, but it appears as if she'd never gotten into the fight at all; she can feel the phantom pain of the wounds, of the blade he stuck into her gut, but it's not there, and she's not bleeding.

how strange. )

Maybe. ( she shrugs, flippant, pocketing the box cutter. she then reaches for him again — for his face, this time, grabbing it none-too-gently to drag him down to her level. ) But to begin with, there's nothing wrong with being how you are, idiot. ( a murderer, a criminal, an existence so lost and caught up in proving himself he's clearly just lashing out in order to find his purpose. she pities him, a little, she thinks; but she also understands how it feels, having been there before.

the murders, the hurt he causes... well, it's something to work on. she's not about to back down and simply let him run rampant, even if it means doing this over and over again. )

Let me see your side — we should probably get you to the nurse's office, huh? Dummy.

( stupid! )

[dangernoises]

[ Far too much pressed upon her shoulders, and the burden of it continued as the world around them. This School would demand more from her mind, and conscious then any one her age should have to go through. When she obliges and knows better than his own foolishness. Prompting and choosing kindness, because the belief in others spurring on goodwill for inspiration. In a sense - give back and act as you wish to see the world.

Rika doesn't kill him, because of that humanity that lingers deep in her heart. The morale that dresses her actions, and in the kindness of her existence. She is a good person, through and through. Perhaps even more so because she understands the evils a person can shoulder alone. Especially when she faced the value of wanting to end her own life, and having seen someone end theirs all the same.

Whatever that led her to believe in, the concept that 'working on' or changing for the better. It was that, that bothered both Jekyll and Hyde ultimately. As if to say those who enact cruelly, who do wrong by the world. Are still capable of change - that justice isn't just about enacting righteousness. In the name of what was done, but that it also means change for the better.

Was that not actual Justice? Hyde can feel his heart waver, in the moment she changes and acts as if there is nothing wrong. Comes back to the world of reality and just focuses on what is going on in the moment. Where the cut along his neck bleeds and stains all of his clothes.

But to begin with, there's nothing wrong with being how you are, idiot.

Hyde slaps her hand away from him. Rearing it then through locks of hair so that they get messy..]

Stop that.

[contrarily]

( here's the thing: she doesn't want to feel this way. she doesn't want to feel pity, or sympathy, or guilt; if she were to choose, she'd get rid of all these emotions in an instant, leaving her the empty husk of a girl she pretends to be. unfortunately, that's not an option — and so she feels, and makes mistakes, and suffers, rinse and repeat, until her heart feels too big for her chest and her stomach twists in knots. it's that kind of a feeling that she sought to escape with self-harm; she succeeded, partially, but it's not exactly a long-term solution.

in the end, she's just fucked to feel bad for people, and for herself, and to mask it up with rude words, and then feel guilty over that, too — the definition of shooting yourself in the foot, really.

so she feels bad for him. it's hard to say whether her feelings for him are positive or negative, exactly — there's anger and bitterness and guilt and distaste, but there's a part of her that wants to reach him, too. here's the downfall of all of her emotion — no matter how strongly she feels for someone, she's bad at getting through to them, unlike ai; if she were more optimistic, more open, less broken herself, then maybe... just maybe... pushing through people's walls wouldn't be as difficult.

unfortunately, she's herself: damaged goods, never good enough. )

... ( withdrawing her hand, she purses her lips. ) Stop what? You need to get yourself bandaged up, dumbass. ( so she'll just... change the topic. play it off as if that's what she meant from the beginning.

pretend she didn't say something weird. ) Whatever you are back home, you're just human here, right? If you die in a ditch somewhere just 'cause you were too stubborn to get your dumb wounds treated, I'll really kill you.

[dangernoises]

[ That gets him.

"Youre a human here right?"

No, no, no, no - all of that is wrong. His thoughts become dark and his mind seemingly faltering between two realities of what that means. It bothers him because he knows - there's a feeling deep inside his chest. That inevitably he will return exactly to how he was - he is in fact COUNTING on it. Otherwise, what was the point of this existence? A second chance in a jail cell like freakish school to do what - kill others?

He is a servant, first and foremost. There is nothing human about him. ]

Shut up, [ He flicks his finger against her forehead. Leaving a mark, reaching his hand to clasp over the cut against his neck. Deep as it bleeds along his figure. ] I am literally decades older than you in theory - and just because I look human doesn't mean I fucking am. Which is the whole DAMN point, wake up Rika. Before you end up forcing that morality of yours onto others - fuck. Before you end up dead on the floor from some other sick prick who isn't me - or worse you end up sleeping with a murderer.

[Hyde clicks his tongue, annoyed angry. He misses her, misses the person who got him the most.]

Ritsuka was better than this? And she got the picture when she were only like 2 years older than you. Wasn't forcin' nobody to be something they aren't, and I'm not about to let you humanize me. Fuck off.

[ He shoves her, palm pressed against her shoulder blade. Passing by heading to the nurses office. Wanting to spit on that kindness, step on it, squeeze her until she chokes on it - whatever. His need for destruction over came him but his inability to destroy someone who is in the right path of justice. Bothers him. She's lucky, he doesn't have Madness enchantment. He'd be worse off. Unable to control those urges.

Why doesn't he realize though, as he is now? He's the most him he'll ever be, and the more he wants to be a monster. Or return back to the servant he could be or once was - the less himself he will become. ]

[contrarily]

( for a moment, she wants to follow after him and argue, but — no. she knows how to pick her battles, at least, just like that time she'd left neiru behind to ai; it's best to withdraw when you know you can't do anything, and she just watches him walk away, eyebrow raised. he's so adamant that he's not human, but... his body bleeds like one, and here, how old he is in that so-called reality of his doesn't matter. no matter how hard he wants to deny it, he's human, at least temporarily.

well, whatever. she's exhausted and sore, and just wants to lay down and pass out, honestly.

before she walks off, she still turns to shout after him, though, just in case he thought he was getting away scot-free: )

You fuck off, you dumbass! Go suck a dick!!!!

( okay, now she can walk away. )

[dangernoises]

FUCK YOU BITCH!

[ From way down the hall. ]

MAYBE I WILL!!

help

[contrarily]

CHOKE ON IT THEN!!!!