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red pill, help me get my words out

[ Tilted.

That's the best way Akira can describe the sensation as his world shifts so unceremoniously. Slightly off course, but not; familiar enough that the lingering scent of the school's wooden floors don't immediately set him off. But his eyes adjust like he had just woken up, the world piecing itself together as he glances around to see a mix of faces that his brain registers as not an immediate threat. The atmosphere of the hallway and everyone carrying about their day, the drink in his hands that he can't even remember taking a sip of -- it all feels like it's meant to be normal. Unapologetically so.

Akira can feel his heart beating up to his ears, his fingers curling around the sports drink he was nursing until it finally spills over onto the floor. There's a hand to his shoulder, a voice he recognizes but sounds as if he's underwater. Sinking deeper and deeper, until he's aggressively swimming back up to the surface and lashing out at the surface.

Immediately Akira turns to see a face of concern... whether this is just an NPC or you, it doesn't matter, his reaction is the same: he pulls his hand up and let's fly. A straight jab that he's sure connects, feeling skin against his knuckles. That warmth, that familiarity, is the only thing that he embraces as his anger and confusion takes over his actions. He doesn't care who sees or who exactly the person is that he's grabbed, fingers grabbing the collar of their shirt tightly before he's throwing another punch. ] Where am I? [ He says, at first through gritted teeth: ] Where the hell am I!? Where's Seijii? [ Another punch, this time he adds more weight to it. ] Where's Ami!?

[ He's got the urge of damn near killing someone -- best stop him before he actually... does it. ]

Answer me!

blue pill, won't you help me calm down?

[ After his initial blow up, Akira can be found in the boy's bathroom. Keeping a roll of toilet paper next to him as he sits on the sink, pressing a few sheets against his knuckles as blood begins to seep through. It's nothing serious, just skin that's cracked after the impact of his punches in his fit of childish rage.

He schools his expression, trying to calm his body down starting with his face: unfurrowing his brows, allowing his lips to press into a thin line rather than a scowl. The adrenaline pumping through his veins is from pure agitation, not at all similar to what he'd experience during or after his UG matches -- having completely trained his body to adapt to the environment.

But here he feels like a prisoner. Desperate, he wants to get out as soon as possible.

He leans back, bumping his head against the mirror staring at the ceiling before he releases a sigh. Akira flexes his fingers, that desire to fight again digging into every little crevice in his body. It's that high that has him reacting to quickly to the sound of someone coming into the bathroom, glaring at the person who walks in. ]

the green pill doesn't really do shit

[ The clock tower is perhaps the only place where Akira can feel calm. The view is pleasant, better than what he'd get from his cramped apartment, and it gives him a better impression of the school -- of this... place. An entirely different world, and yet he's certain that this isn't Kakuriyo. The fact doesn't give him any peace of mind, but the distraction is the only alternative he has aside from going on a rampage.

If Seiji were here, would he quickly find a way out? If Kaoru were here, would she be overjoyed in such a place and turn to her "classmates" with a smile? Either way his imagination runs with the idea that they'd undoubtedly respond with a less violent approach, and a part of him is envious. Envious and longing, wishing to see their faces, which feels so childish that he almost welcomes the sound of someone ascending up the stairs.

Another distraction. He breathes slow, turning his head slightly. ]

I'm not gonna sock ya -- [ In case word has spread about him being an unhinged freak. ] Just don't be loud, alright? I'm tryin' to think.

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( "ryza i wanna kiss akira right now" okay fine. do whatever man or if you want a bloodier prompt or something even more vanilla just lmk. )

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Ah- what...?

( you're in luck, akira! she actually hadn't heard about that. but now she's a little confused, blinking slowly, because what? maybe she should go... )

Is... everything okay?

( is he being picked on. is someone spreading rumors? she's not even sure if he's awake yet, but... though she doesn't go right up to him, nene frowns as she leaves the top of the stairs. it just seems like a bad idea. )

[ If she doesn't know, she doesn't know.

Akira's known back home for being quiet and indifferent, doing his best to stray away from any trouble to avoid problems for his Aunt, but he assumes a different approach here. One where he's certain the principal won't be making threats to call his immediate family in some fucked attempt to put him on a "better path". ]

Yeah. Just peachy. [ Sarcasm; the words leave through gritted teeth. He looks out into the distance and to the forest, his brows furrowed. ] Just takin' in the view.

( maybe it takes her a bit too long to realize... but the tone, and the fact that he's still here? he's just like the rest of them. )

... You remembered, didn't you? And now, you're stuck here too.

( despite everything, it's not a question. it's more... that she absolutely gets it. though it's hard not to, considering that she's been here for months. after a moment, she sighs. )

Do you gotta phrase it like that?

[ He asks, clicking his tongue. ]

No way in hell I'm gonna be "stuck" here much longer -- I got shit to do.

( she appreciates your enthusiasm, buddy, but... well. considering how the doors and windows are, she... she's rooting for everyone but with as little as they have right now she can't reasonably bring herself to expect much. )

Ah- sorry... We've been dealing with this for a while. I don't mean to be pessimistic.

My name's Nene Yashiro. It's nice to meet you!

( and she says it so sincerely! because she is. she just wishes it was in better circumstances. )

( she's got the easiest time concentrating when she's up in the clock tower, too. it's weird, because it's not as if her memories of this place are all fond, but... the sight of the wisteria tree outside, and the forest that stretches out beyond it, is somehow calming, if not a little suffocating. on top of that, rarely anyone comes up here — it's pretty out of the way, and students don't bother.

well, today someone did.

she stands in the doorway, head tipping to the side. oh... she thinks she's seen him around somewhere; probably beating up a npc, or something. he looks like a thug, but he speaks calmly, so she shrugs and enters, figuring she's not risking much. )

I'm too cute to hit, so go easy on me, 'kay? ♡ ( she chirps, gravitating towards the window. ) What're you thinking so hard about, big guy?

[ Did he sit through a nervous confession here? Did he break someone's nose? The memories are all blurred; a sense of familiarity that leaves him with more questions.

-- And anger. ]

That's not going to save you.

[ Akira doesn't discriminate. Though admittedly he's much less inclined to throw a punch at a girl, Seiji was always within arms length and one snide comment away to become an immediate target. While he's absent he'll have to find someone else... or maybe just try to be normal. ] I'm thinking of who I have to fight to get out of here.

It totally will. It has before!

( not that he'd know anything about being saved by how cute and tiny and adorable you are, but, you know.

anyway, maybe nurse-chan can give him a rabies shot instead? )

... hmm. ( interesting, but pointless. she leans over the windowsill, staring outside, and shrugs. ) Can't help you with that, 'cause this isn't a video game and there's no big boss to beat. Or, at least not to my knowledge. If you find him, let me know, though.

[ From me, he probably should have added.

Akira glances to the side, eyes focusing on a particular cluster of trees. Nothing. And no matter how much he trains his gaze he can't seem to pinpoint anything out of the ordinary -- it seems normal, despite how abnormal this entire situation is. ]

I'm aware of that, I'm not playin' around. [ His tone is harsh, offended. ] Have you guys even bothered tryin' to go for one of the adults here? I bet one of them knows a thing or two of what's going on behind the scenes.

What do you think I am, an attack dog? I haven't tried to go after any staff. Attacking people at random will just get everyone in trouble!!

( duh. she's not sure whether anyone else tried or not, but, honestly... the principal is gone, the vice-principal seems super nice, and so does the nurse... who would he even try to beat up in that roster? )

Besides, I doubt punching a teacher will magically send you back home...

[ The corners of his lips sink into a deeper frown, clicking his tongue. ] I'm not tryin' to single you out -- I didn't say shit about you, calm down. [ Talking to girls have always been hard. Kaoru has made it easier for him, despite her odd interests, but this girl is basically the polar opposite -- bright and a different type of eccentric. ]

So you don't know. Alright. That's all I need to know.

[ Which means Akira is just gonna beat someone up! Probably. ]

I don't have time to be sittin' around and playin' like the rest of y'all.

Well, I can't answer for anybody else, y'know!

( cause she doesn't have an idea of whether they tried to attack the staff or not. she's guessing no, though, cause... well, there'd probably be consequences, aside from the fact that their principal is MIA.

oh... maybe that's who was attacked... and now they have to put up with all of this shit. see? nothing good comes out of it. )

... people aren't playing around. ( she grimaces. while it's hard to say rika cares about going back home nearly as much as most of the people here, she's still concerned about staying here, mostly due to the continuous, looming threat of death. ) It's just not something you can solve with brute force.

Could've fooled me. [ Unhesitating; the words leave Akira's voice without any remorse. From his perspective he's been stuck here, building another life, and now his memory is left full with holes that he doesn't want to be filled. It's all fake anyway. ]

Damn, you're that comfortable here -- [ He bothers to give her a glance. She's not a fighter: short and thin, she's just like any other girl he'd see at school... though her hair color is a bit off. ]

Ever heard about a girl named Kakuya? Wears traditional clothes, carries a parasol... speaks like a kid.

I'm not comfortable! There's just not much you can do without dying yourself, you know!!

( he's so annoying... but if he wants an argument, he'll have it. if he wants a fight, he'll have that, too — she might not look like much, but she'll take him on? bitch.

huffing, she crosses her arms over her chest, shrugging. )

Never heard of her. What, looking for your lost girlfriend?

The hell you mean? [ He asks, shifting his weight onto one foot -- he doesn't mean to, but he's definitely just... looking like he's about to start swinging. ]

Shut up. I ain't got one. [ Admitting to that with a flat tone, and even flatter expression, Akira's lips twist into a deeper frown. ] She's dangerous, would probably wanna kill you, so just be careful.

[ He had just been turned back into Jekyll, after whatever hellish antics the other had done. A bandage over his neck, fingers that were bandaged and bruised hidden behind gloves. When he walks into the bathroom with some haste. The last thing he expects is to see another person at this hour within it. Jekyll was fumbling with the cuffs of his shirt. Trying to smooth them out when he pauses, veering his expression over to the glare that looks at him. ]

...

[ As natural as it is, for someone like him. He takes a moment to pause but immediately concern comes upon him. Through foolishness he simply asks out of said concern: ]

Are... Are you alright?

[ It's an awkward silence, but not one that Akira doesn't welcome. He'd rather not answer any questions or pretend to be formal with any of the people here -- it's taking every ounce of effort for him to be civil, after all. His body in high alert as the thought of Kakuya hiding in corners or watching him from afar comes to mind.

She may even be waiting behind this mirror. Rubbing her hands against it, waiting for him to stretch out his arm and pull her out.

Like hell.

Instinctively, as if suspecting that she's there, Akira leans forward and then swings his head back. The back of his skull hits the mirror in protest, lips pressed together in a scowl as the pain of his own anger lashes back at him as a dull ache. He endures it, grumbling, and after another moment he answers with his voice hoarse: ] I'm perfectly fine. [ The words leave his mouth with a drawl, indicating sarcasm. ]

[ Okay well, that immediately grabs his attention and he flies into a bit of a panic. Minding not the blood that might have been hidden underneath his clothes in some spots. He immediately comes rushing over to the other, with hands firmly reaching out to the others shoulders. Jekyll is earnest with his voice claiming concern over the other, alarmed they would fall into a bit of self injurious behavior. ]

STOP! Stop! Stop sorry I even asked, I Just had no idea what else to say. Just stop - don't hurt yourself like that. That was absolutely unnessicary what are you thinking? In a place like this of all... Don't do that, what bothers you the most? Is it your head right now? Or something else?

[ Although he procured a Doctorate in Medicines, he has some understanding of physical medical administration. Such as cuts, wounds, and with his studies on psychology his mind is already a bundle of worries. Over what is presumably going on with the other and their interactions just now. ]

[ bro?

Akira blinks once, then twice, the hands on his shoulders being met with an immediate reaction: he lifts his and effortlessly smacks the concern away. Knuckles stinging only slightly, he more or less looks like he's swatted a fly than someone's hands away. ]

The only thing that's bothering me is that we're stuck in this shithole with no place out, apparently.

[ Otherwise? He's just naturally deranged. ]

It just pisses me off.

[ STOP IM CRYINSJKDFSD.

Jekylls hands are pressed away and he retracts them respectively. However he is close enough to stop the other or at least try to if they go slamming their fists into things or their head again for that matter.

He lets out a sigh, stepping back only a bit so they have respectable amount of space between them. His hand reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]

... That doesnt.... That doesn't mean you go about self harming yourself, stop that. There is enough harm to be shared here please take more care of yourself.

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