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collegestories2021-06-05 10:10 pm
bloodmetries) wrote in collegestories2021-06-05 10:10 pm
some yogen voicetesting bullshit
red pill, help me get my words out
blue pill, won't you help me calm down?
the green pill doesn't really do shit
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[ 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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-- 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.
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( 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.
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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.
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( 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...
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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.
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( 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.
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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.
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( 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?
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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.