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entranceway2017-08-22 02:27 pm
trabryu) wrote in entranceway2017-08-22 02:27 pm
001 ▸ action & video
[ACTION] CLOSED ▸ SAYAKA MAIZONO (SPOILERS WITHIN!)
ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 1 22:30
ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 1 22:30
[ (Continuation from the third-person sample.)
Afterlife.
That's the only way to rationalise what Mondo sees here. A realistically bright blue sky within a huge mansion, a place so strange it must've only existed in the world of dreams. There's no way you can see the sky from the first floor, if this is the first floor as he assumed. Even with that aside, this whole place just gives him some unpleasant vibes, not to mention the smell of incense.
It can't be a dream, dead people don't see dreams. He was supposed to be dead, after all. The reason why he felt nothing was because... well, whatever those electric noises he heard were, the voltage was probably so high his body couldn't take it, and he immediately died. Yeah. Makes sense to him.
So him being able to move around right now, unscathed, can only mean one thing.
He's in hell.
He never believes the existence of afterlife, let alone heaven and hell. But here he is, alive and kicking after execution. There's no way he's in heaven, he killed someone ー heck, two people. His own friend, and his own brother, at that. It's only right that he's roasted to death perpetually. Scary as that sounds, it might make him feel slightly better. Maybe.
Though, this place sure isn't what he imagined hell to look like, even if the eerie silence is creepy in its own right.
His eyes scan through the room, finding themselves following the candles lighting the area. Heh, he's got it. They gonna drop and set the whole space into fire, right? He'll wait, then. There's no point running away when he has no way to hide. With his eyes closed, Mondo folds his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the 'true punishment' to befall him. ]
[VIDEO] OPEN ▸ ALL
HIS ROOM - DAY 2 09:00
HIS ROOM - DAY 2 09:00
[ Unless you're a heavy sleeper, you might have heard thunderous noises from the video transmission in the middle of night last night. (Note: Please read the first-person sample only and don't scroll up if you want to avoid DR spoilers!) Before anyone could respond, the video transmission cut off last night, and he would've missed any responses until now since the palm pilot was switched off following the violent throw.
Miraculously, when he tries to switch it back on, it's still working. It's a lot more resilient than it seems, and Mondo's 'considerably' calmer after a good night's rest. He's aware that there must be some use to this device, and after fiddling with it for a while, he attempts to do another video transmission. ]
Uh, so. Can anyone tell me why we're here? How do... things work 'round here?
[ He's not looking right at the camera, simply because he doesn't know how front camera works, but his glare is very... glaring. Agitation is still there, and it's pretty obvious. His pompadour is a splendid corncob now as opposed to last night's rather disheveled state.
Does he know how to turn off the transmission without throwing the phone? Looks like someone needs to give him some 101.
Anyway, a few options for this prompt:
a) send him a video response of last night's chaos, shout at him back for waking you up in the middle of nothing, tell him to calm down, etc;
b) go on video call with/send video response to him following the morning transmission;
c) text in response;
d) wildcard, which means... GET WILD! ]
[ACTION] OPEN ▸ ALL
HALLWAYS - DAY 2 12:00
HALLWAYS - DAY 2 12:00
[ A relatively big (187cm or 6ft 1.6inch) young man will be wandering around, trying to figure out where is what. He still has a scowl on his face, but isn't going to eat you if you talk to him. At least not right away... he's pretty hungry. If you're Kiyotaka Ishimaru, he's gonna bolt the shit out of there moments after he spots you. If you're not, then congrats, he might talk to you for a bit. In fact, he might just start the conversation if you don't. (Feel free to start the conversation and not use this prompt!) ]
Hey. Y'know where the dining room's at? We can eat for free?
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Actually, it's ducks. As in I got mine in a row.
[Might wanna give it a shot.]
Maybe try showin' a little more gratitude to the next person. Not everyone's gonna let you off like I did, and they ain't all nice about it. Pissing off the wrong person could be dangerous.
Not that I think you're gonna listen to a damn word I say, but... there it is.
[He sighs with finality like he's just checked something off the to-do list. With that warning dispensed, he's off the hook should this moron lip off a vampire and get his neck torn up.]
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Look, there're Way More Important issues to address here, aight?! It ain't like he didn't get it or some shit like that! ]
'Let me off'...? Dude, d'you even listen to yourself talk? You keep yappin' like I'm the bad guy here, but you better check the shitty attitude you're pullin' at me! Y'want me to thank you for that?! God, how drunk 're you on yourself!
[ He doesn't even give a crap about being the bad guy here ー he always is and that's whatever, but this holier-than-thou act's sickening. This fucker still thinks he's stronger than him, too, fucking funny. If he wants to he can totally break those flimsy arms into four, goddammit! ]
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[Bemused and more than a touch aggravated the guy keeps trying to draw a comparison between them, Ryuji looks back like Mondo's a Rubik's Cube with missing tiles that someone has asked him to solve. Twice the headache, when Ryuji has trouble enough with the original thing.]
It's advice, asshole. You could seriously get in over your head with the wrong person. People have special powers here. Some of them ain't even human.
[And yet despite having a practical counterpoint on his side, there lurks a grain of truth in what Mondo's getting at, one that Ryuji doesn't want to acknowledge. Ryuji wants to help and doesn't sincerely want to see someone hurt for starting shit in a place they don't know the rules of, but it's also true there there are things about this guy that have rubbed him the wrong way from the beginning and brought out a need to sharply differentiate between the two of them.
Is Ryuji being quick to judge? It's... possible. It comes from a place of uncomfortable familiarity--he used to be like this, not so long ago, ready to jump down the world's throat at a moment's warning. Barking the loudest, biting the fiercest. Trying to seem tough before someone could see his teeth belonged to a paper tiger who felt helpless behind the facade. A shell game for insecurities--follow his fists and slew of angry f bombs, not the desperation fuelling their intensity.
The ridiculous yakuza-ish pompadour, the clothes, the "attack first and ask questions later" stance... It screams of that same need for projecting and posturing, because seeming to stand tall once you've knocked down everyone else is an easy optical illusion to maintain when you haven't figured out how to stand tall beside others.
Maybe the other's right, a part of him does want to dismiss him and cast him as the bad guy. Condemn Mondo so as to condemn those reminders of his own weaker self.
Maybe he doesn't really know better after all, acting like he's outgrown someone else's bad habits just another form of posturing.
Maybe some of it's true, and some of it's not, but Ryuji does know one thing: he's tired of bickering with the guy, and sighs again into his hand, just as much at himself for letting things get this far.]
i will never stop lovin you
That's not what I'm sayin', goddammit!! [ Ok he does think this shithead's shady as fuck, but that's beyond the point! ] It's your fuckin' attitude, like you're so goddamn nice and doin' stuff for me! The moment you think people owe you shit is the moment you're doing nobody favours!
[ He's not addressing what was being said to him, but he was listening. Special powers? Not even human? The fuck's this blockhead sayin'?! Clearly what's more important here is putting his own opinion on the table! ]
writes another 419 word love letter in your name
[Ryuji would be hard pressed to accept he's the sole, or even the main, problem here, but to his credit he doesn't immediately blast the accusation apart. Largely because he doesn't understand it, eyes narrowing in an uncomprehending squint.]
What the hell are you talkin' about? Who said anythin' about owin' stuff?
[Quit putting words in his mouth?]
o-oh why so specific
I'm no teacher, dammit! Use your own fuckin' brain!!
[ He's really not in the mood for this, not in the mood for anything but socking. ]
Before you get that, don't ever think you got any rights for talkin' people down!
i counted just for you
[LOL.]
For the record, most people say "thanks" when someone's bein' nice to 'em.
[Granted, Ryuji had started off a little south of "nice" in lukewarm teasing territory and it'd only gotten worse from there, but........]
so romantic
[ Ooooh, he's done it. This fucking piece o' shit... ]
So, what's it yer gettin' at, Mr. Wishywashy?
[ Sardonic tone is dropping all over his speech, a grin poking to say hi though his eyes really aren't smiling. ]
brings you a bouquet of dicks
And this guy's trying to say he's not the one overcompensating? Give him a break.]
Face it, this ain't about me or my 'tude.
[And perhaps it's that belief that's kept Ryuji in check this long.]
You're here, and you dunno what the eff's goin' on, and you're wound up tighter than a drum. I get it--we've all been there. My point is, all this carryin' on's just makin' it worse.
whoa that escalated fast
Mondo's so fucking done with this fucker's bullshit. So. Fucking. Done. He draws out a long, suffering sigh. ]
Guess what? This been the most useless time I've spent in my whole life. So 'grats, you've wasted my fuckin' time majorly.
[ Hi, it's Mondo's middle finger, pleased to meet you. ]
Fuck off, and fuck you!!
[ For the second time since his arrival in Wonderland, he flings the palm pilot across the room like a baseball, towards the wall that stops the throw with a strong impact. On the other side, the chat probably cuts off after showing some motion sickness inducing footage. ]
gotta be fast to be star of the track team
Also, at least learn to hit an 'end' button with that finger, jfc.
Also also, you're a tit.]
no speed no life
If you feel any vibration from the floor below, might be him venting out on the wall. Poor wall. ]
gun the engine on that dick chariot