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Haru "leftwing lesbo lipstick liberal" Okumura ([personal profile] gunsandveggies) wrote in [community profile] recolle2017-10-20 04:21 pm

[open] this is halloween

WHO: Haru Okumura and YOU!
WHERE: Dreamscapes and Recolle U campus
WHEN: All through October
WHAT: Event shenanigans overflow, open to all!
WARNINGS: Violence, sexual harassment, will add if there's more

[ 1. FOG ]

[There's a text that appears over the network. Quick, messy, like someone's texting with one hand and not paying attention.]

Can someone walk me to the school bus stop there's a man following me

[Haru likes to save gas by taking the bus to school, and one of her classes unfortunately lets out a little late, with the fog rolling in. She won't answer any text replies, as she's busy trying to look out for the man who's following her, one hand on her phone and the other in her purse, hand around a can of mace. Above all, she tries to keep moving. She's not sure what will happen if she stops.

If someone goes to find her, they'll likely find her on campus, still walking. Or they won't find her, but this man, looking around the area with his hands fisted at his sides, black particles rising from his feet and disappearing into the air. He appears to be muttering to himself, unaware of the girl who's hiding behind the bushes.]


Where'd you go, you little bitch?



[ 2. KICKED OUT ]

[Ever since the nightmares started, Haru's tried to stay awake. But sometimes, she just can't do it...

You're out on the street. It's dark both directions, the only light coming from the house in front of you. After you get a feel for the place, the door to the house swings open, and Haru is pushed out forcefully. She lets out a yelp of shock, while the woman who pushed her yells,

"Get out! Don't ever come back!"

The door slams shut, and a lock is heard. The sound echoes through the area, sounding more like the lock is made out of large, heavy metal rather than just the usual small latch. Haru turns to the door and starts to knock, harder, then bang her hands against the wood.

"Maman! Maman! Please, please don't do this, please let me in!"

The wood turns into steel. The huge garden that surrounds her house withers and dies.
The windows, once warm and inviting, turn dark and cold. Frost and fog cover them, obscuring them even more. That doesn't stop Haru from going to them, banging on them, trying to wipe at the window to see inside.

"I take it back! We can go back to the way things were before, I promise! Maman!"

A sob escapes her, and she can only hold the windowsill for support as she starts to sink to her knees.

"Please..."]


[ 3. BULLIED ]

[You're in a school. The desks are small, and you have a hard time sitting. Likely a middle school.

Everyone else appears to be the same age, though; Late teenager, like Haru herself, who sits in the center desk. She looks different, though: Her hair isn't a curly fluff, but is straight, if slightly wavy. Her eyes look ahead to the teacher, and while there's numbers on the board, the lesson itself doesn't seem to make any sense. The teacher sounds more like he's muttering, and the numbers keep blurring in and out.

The person behind you taps your back. When you turn, their features are blurry, almost faceless. But the grin they give is clear.

"Watch this. She's such a pushover."

He tears out a paper from his notebook, crumples it up, then throws it at Haru's head. It hits, and Haru flinches... but she just takes in a deep breath, then stares ahead once more.

"Touchdown!"

The teen punches his fist in the air, then looks at you with his hand held up for a high five. He looks expectant. The teacher doesn't seem to notice.]
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[personal profile] maskreant 2017-11-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a spark in his eyes when he sees that rush of power flowing through Haru. It may only be for a moment, but there's a confident smile plastered on his face as he applauds this grand moment... It's like she graduated? He waits for her to finish him off, but notices that she hasn't pulled completely through. Satanael stays there, but pulls out its gun to point at the Shadow, protecting the two as Akira makes his way to Haru's side.

Dropping to his knees, he cranes his neck lower to check if she's okay. He's worried that if he touches her, she'll go into shock.
]

Haru... [ He wants to say she did well, but— ] It's time to finish the job.

[ Lifting his gaze, his eyes are set on the Shadow. As his life is his own, she should make decisions for herself. ]