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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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[Minato pointed Mondo in the direction of aforementioned book where he could take a look at it.
In the meantime, he was going to go make the meal for him.]
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[ He flips through the book, noting that it seems to be a list of customer's testimonials. It isn't like he has anything else to do, he'll just go through them one by one to see what people seem to enjoy. Maybe he can consider ordering that the next time he comes. (Already thinking about next time?!)
But the lighthearted thoughts don't last long. The colour in his face suddenly diminishes to reflect the paper. ]
...Kyou...dai...
[ He mutters quietly to himself.
Sure, he's heard of Ishimaru being here, in Wonderland, but there's no sense of reality until he sees the comment he left for the Diner and the picture. The picture, especially. There's no mistaking it. It's Kiyotaka Ishimaru.
His eyes can't seem to leave the page with Ishimaru's comment on it, lost in thought. ]
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Someone you know?
[Not that Minato wanted to intrude while Mondo was eating. He was curious though.]
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[ He snaps his head quickly to look at Arisato with eyes open wide, as if he just realised where he's at and that he's not alone. ]
...No, nothing.
[ His hand quickly closes the book, setting it aside. ]
Right, thanks, by the way. I'll write in there once I'm done eatin'.
[ Everything's cool, he's cool, nothing's out of order. Thanks omurice, he can now stare at something else without having to obviously avoid Arisato's eyes. ]
This looks real good, man. I'm diggin' in.
[ And he does as said, but. ...He can barely taste it. ]
Whoa, nice! That tastes just as good as it looks! [ Ha ha ha have a light elbowing. ] You're a good cook, Arisato!
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He smiled though, not really fishing for compliments, but if Mondo thought it was okay, then that was okay too.]
Thanks. If you want more, we can make more.
[He had no objections to making any kind of food. Souji was better at it, he thought.]
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I'll come again. [ He says firmly, as if it's something that needs such a degree of solemnity. ] ...Say, I'm plannin' to learn some woodwork, so if you guys need anythin', I'll help with that. Might take me some time before that, but. Thought I'll give you a heads up.
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[One never knows when someone with a practical skill like woodwork would come in handy. Even though things repaired themselves here, that wasn't preventing anyone from building anything new. He could think of a few instances when having someone who could build, shape, carve wood would be helpful.]
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[ He quickly finishes his meal, not wanting to prolong his stay any longer. It feels like his tongue might just slip, the classic mistake he's always made. ]
Can I leave the comment some other time?
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[Minato nodded since there was really no real rush to comment in the book. It was here for whenever anyone wanted to see it.]
Anytime. No pressure.
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Thanks for the food. Where should I put this at?
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[Minato should, since Mondo was like a customer. He appreciated him wanting to bus his own plate and utensils though.]
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[ He hands them over to the other teen before walking off with heavy steps and a knot in his stomach. Ishimaru's here, for real. Will Mondo be ready to face him again?
The answer doesn't matter. Ready or not, he has to face it. And so, he pushes the door open and leaves the diner behind. ]