( open ) being fooled, being abandoned

[bloodmetries]

who: akira kijima and you!
what: he's "awake" and angry
when: june 27th
where: all over
warnings: mentions of blood and death. possible violence.

I. GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE

[ His world realigns itself slowly; head underwater, breathing slow and even. Akira is standing in the hallway with no memories of coming here -- at least not immediately, but when it comes together in pieces he feels as if his body was being controlled by an entirely different person. That was his first concern and primary catalyst of his anger that begins to spread from the back of his head and down his neck.

The sound of glass shattering has him instinctively flexing his fingers. Ensuring he can move, tensing up the muscles of his arms, and sighing out a breath akin to relief when he looks behind his shoulder and sees no immediate danger.

Then again, when expecting a ghost, how knows if they're there or not. Akira has learned by now to be cautious even in his own house. ]

... Dammit. [ He looks at his hands, notices there's no blood. That memory wasn't his own... so was it something that had to deal with his bloodmetry?

Akira takes an unconscious step forward, hearing the sound of glass beginning to crack underneath his weight before he lifts his foot. He pauses, canting his head slightly once he notices the broken test tube on the floor and clicks his tongue. ] Who the fuck is throwing this shit around?

[ Because obviously HE didn't drop it -- which means you, unlucky passerby, are the prime subject. ]

You?

II. UN: A.KIJIMA

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III. FUCK IDK

[ Later into the evening Akira can be found by the vending machine. At this point he's probably overheard the talk of a murder, and assumes that this place is some sick place in hell that Kakuya has dragged him into, so he's just... mad. As per usual.

He's trying to get a drink and realizes that he must have been sleeping every day since he's been here during class cause he has virtually no merit points. He kicks the glass, getting annoyed, and just as he's about to turn and go away he pushes a random button and this drops.

He holds the drink his hand, a look of absolute disgust evident in his face as he hears someone approaching. His expression doesn't change, but he's quick to extend his arm out and hand the beverage off to the next person: ] Here.

IV. WILDCARD

( "but ryza i want akira to punch my character in the face right NOW" line up then. )

Comments

[bloodmetries]

[ They're not wrong, but it still makes Akira scowl a little more. ]

I haven't started any since I got here. [ Komaeda literally tossed his drink away like a baby bitch, so he didn't start anything! ]

... Do I look like the type to give nicknames? [ A guy who seems to pick fights but gives everyone a nickname? It's actually a little believable, but he's not that type of person. ] Akira Kijima, call me whatever you want.

[ A brief pause. ]

I met a pregnant ghost before.

[radnarok]

Oh...good job! I haven't started any, even if this guy Add is super mean!

[ They bounce on their heels and nod in agreement. ] Ok, then its alright then. I can deal with you.

...That sounds sad? [ Would the baby become a ghost too... That would be enough to make anyone feel really bad, Crona thinks. ]

[bloodmetries]

Well if he's an asshole he deserves what he has coming. [ Don't be scared of throwing hands... That is Akira's advice of for the day. ]

It was. A little. I guess.

[ He pauses, briefly. ] The baby was born; alive and well, apparently. In the end all it had in it's stomach was a bunch of rocks. But she stayed here thinking that her baby was still in her belly...

[ Is it really that sad? Akira ponders it for a moment, trying to feel a single ounce of empathy; he can't rely on how he felt in regards to his own mother, so he had to look back on the woman as a whole. Of her suffering, of her death. Of the fact that Akira managed to give her spirit a sense of relief to move on. ]

It was bittersweet. Anyway, she was pretty scary -- had layers of teeth for a face and had people getting swarmed by turtles.