"I see no cause whatsoever for any sort of celebration.”
"Well look at this way. When you’re stuck on an island with a mechanical bear that has taken away everything you know and demands you kill others for the pleasure of it’s entertainment, it just comes natural you take a day off. The student body here is, after all, consisted of teenagers who have probably never experienced anything in their lives. Without a full twenty-four hours of something different than despair and paranoia, they’d eventually all go crazy." Not like they already weren’t, but whatever. He’ll keep that to himself.
"My, my, isn’t everyone all excited today… Gross."
Miss Sunshine 2014 reporting for duty.
"I take it you haven’t noticed Sundays are celebration days, no?"
If only his little sister knew he did not want any kisses or any signs of affection.
"Could be infected." Mairu chimed in wistfully.
Look what the cat dragged in.
“Oh? You’re alive.”
His arm has someone else’s spit on it and has a profuse way of bleeding on a continuous notion. After wiping it down with alcohol pads, he’s gotten it bandaged up and wrapped away. Damn dinosaur boy.
Ah. There goes the truck player and almost sob story breakdown, angry and appearing as if he’d touched the wrong electricial unit. How amusing. Perhaps he was a monster too, then? Then again, what student in this school wasn’t some form of a beast? Heh. Shameful. So taken away by the idea of a power within and a rage of revenge only led a man straight to his grave.
Walks at night were never entirely uncommon for the youth. Though he missed the weight of a gas mask hanging around his neck and the clanking cans of paint in his bag, such a nightly routine never changed. In a way, it was comforting. Even without such… questionable hobbies, the night air calmed him, and helped him get ready to face another day.
Instead of spray paint noisily residing on his person, a crudely made sketchbook was tucked under one of his arms as he gazed around the island. With dusk long gone and dawn still hours away, perhaps he’d find tranquility in such nightly endeavors. Or maybe danger and regret. One was never too sure in a place like this; wasn’t that the beauty of it?
This place, for better or for worse, was entrancing, wasn’t it?
The night’s breeze could only remain soothing for so long.
Having been off not too far from where it was Kano was lingering about was no one other than the school’s informer. Why he was outside at such a late hour in the night was a mystery. Maybe it was because he’d wanted to take a stroll or maybe it was because he’d murdered someone in cold blood, whatever the reason, he was present. Watching. Flicking his pupils across the other akin to that of a snake. A hungered, prowling serpent hidden away from the underbrush. Funny how such metaphors could shine a light on reality, really. Sure, sure. He had no idea what Kano really was and wouldn’t unless shown, but still. The secrets that surfaced within. Just the mere thought of them could intoxicate the sturdiest of drunks.
“You seem to be taking your time on getting my information..Shuuya..”