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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 15, 2018 10:20:11 GMT -4
Ever since he stopped being a Villain, G became a Vigilante. As an insomniac he'd go out and roam at night to keep people safe. Anyone who was going home late at night. Or anyone trying to vandalize things while people were asleep. Or any possible break in and burglary. Anything suspicious that could happen over night and he'd be all over that. But now recently, he felt he had enough of that. Getting harassed, accused of being a pervert or a pedophile or an attacker or a Villain and then getting attacked. Took its toll on G. Thinking why would he risk his life for a bunch of ungrateful people. Its not like he was asking for money. He even changed his mind about the 'thank you'. Sure, being a Hero or a Vigilante is a thankless job. But at least being treated like a human being. Thats all he wanted. And because of that, he decided to take a break. There were enough Vigilantes even before him. And he even met Jenny in the neighbourhood. So he was sure everything will be fine "The world wont fall apart in my absence...................I hope" he thought as he entered a store and finally after 2 months, finally remembered to buy earphones. He paid for the product and opened the small package and finally plugged in the earphones and put some music to fit his mood. He left the store and walked home. He was a little peeved that the best price for some earphones was all the way in Tokyo and not Musutafu. As he walked back, he noticed he was nearby a familiar alley. "Tch.."He walked over there just to see if anyone else vandalized the so called 'art' and 'Beacon'. But what he noticed was...himself? "What?" he asked himself and then looked down and saw 'My bad, G.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 15, 2018 10:50:41 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough Hands in her hoodie's pockets, Jasmine was strolling along the streets of Tokyo, her eyes darting from shop to stop. She hadn't been out of Musutafu for a short while now and she was already running out of drawing supplies. She had been going at it a bit more vehemently lately, going through what pens she had within just a couple of days. If you asked her, it was something of a coping mechanism for her, helping her to deal with all the bullshit that kept consistently being thrown at her day in and day out like it was her day job or some shit. It was something she was consistently forced to deal with without really asking whether she minded it or or not and frankly the blonde lioness was getting utterly sick of it.
So she drew. She drew, she drew, and she drew. Cooped up in her room when she didn't have to go anywhere outside of classes and extra training, Jasmine spent her time on her craft, consistently trying to get better, coming up with ideas for the tattoo that she was planning to get, trying to draw something for Rin to put up on her wall, etc. It didn't take long for the violet-eyed hero-in-training to plow through her supply of drawing utensils, and now she was smack dab in the middle of Tokyo looking for more as Musutafu really couldn't accommodate her on the quality of what she wanted. Simple pencils, while they were enough, weren't what she was used to. Plus she had the money to spend so who really gave a fuck, right?
It wasn't until she crossed into a familiar alley that she saw someone she hadn't expected to come across, "Oh..." she said, her eyes a little wide at the abrupt sight of G in front of her. And, as luck would have it, they met at the exact same alley, too. "Uhh... fancy seeing you here?" She asked, a little confused. Was this going to be a fight? I mean, if it was, she was ready for it, but... honestly she hoped it wouldn't be. Some part of her actually wanted to see how this guy was doing. The last conversation they had went... well, 'swimmingly' came to mind, just in a really sarcastic and borderline snarky sense. She wondered if this meeting would end up similarly. Some part of her hoped not. Another... didn't really care? It was difficult to explain for Jasmine herself. Her capacity to care for other human beings was... limited.
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 15, 2018 13:29:15 GMT -4
As he walked back while looking at the ground, he noticed someone was approaching him. G looked up and saw Jasmine. Of all people it was her. Fate seemed to be cruel.
"Oh." he exclaimed to himself
And then suprisingly, she greeted him
"Yea....hi...I think"
He seriously had no will or energy to fight her. If she was gonna provoke him, he would now have to ignore her with music. He has a pair of fresh new earphones and he's ready to use them
"Do you...need...anything?" He asked just as confused as he really just wanted to walk away. Go home, buy groceries or do anything productive
He also needed to contact that mysterious pink haired woman that did thinks with him when he was drunk. Thinking about it. He had quite a few things to do even as a civillian.
He sighed
"So much to do" he thought not knowing where to start
"I hope she doesnt fight me. I swear, I dont want this"
He waited for her to say anything or do anything before he decided what to do. It looked like she wasnt hostile. But honestly at this point he knew nothing
"I just want home"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 16, 2018 16:13:10 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough Having found herself at a bit of a loss, Jasmine struggled to find something to say. The utterly last thing she expected was to waltz into G, and the fact that it was in this particular alley was ironic to the point that it made her want to laugh at her own luck. He greeted her; that was good. No banter about how shitty life was? Sure, she could respect that. Having gone through a bit of a steep hill herself lately, Jasmine wasn't sure if she'd even care enough to try to talk G out of it again. Maybe that was for the best, though, since as far as memory served her, she was pretty sure that conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.
"Uh..." The sound left her lips as she opened her mouth, obvious that she was struggling to find the words to say. The situation was abrupt to say the least; honestly she probably looked a little dumb. Then, an idea crossed her mind when she remembered the little apology that she had left him. Peering over G's shoulder, Jasmine noticed that both Beacon and her apology were still intact. A small smile crossed her lips. Guess people weren't as shitty as G claimed. Nor was he.
"You, uhh... you see what I left there for you?" She asked, pointing a finger over to his portrait.
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 16, 2018 16:43:23 GMT -4
This was awkward. This girl. Once again. This place. And whats worse none of them knew what to say. G wondered why did they even stay here. They could have moved on. But still, for some reason they stayed there.
Jasmine then started to speak...barely. Asking him if he saw the portrait thing. He did, but when she asked, he glanced at it once again for a second
"Umm...Yeah... I did" he said, not knowing where to go from there. Considering they were here and with no exit, he tried to strike up a conversation of some kind
"So...I guess you'll be able to graffitti where ever....Vigilante work? I quit. Not worth it" he said as he didnt wanna go into detail on why he decided this. Because he'd know it would go south like the last time.
Although, even tho he said he quit, it was more like taking a 1 month break. He didnt appreciate being attacked over and over for trying to help and do good. He knew being a Hero was a thankless job. But being outright punished is another thing. People in Japan were so judgemental on looks and appearances. Some people called him a perv, some a creep, some a pedophile. And then being attacked just because he looks like that? It was certainly demoralizing that the people he tried to protect would attack him
"Whats the fucking use" he'd think
But realizing where his thoughts were going he quickly shook his head. He didnt want this. Not infront of her
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 16, 2018 16:57:37 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough Ouch. He didn't even properly acknowledge it. Okay. To be fair she did kind of fuck him up mentally, she figured. Yeah, she could've been a little nicer about how she worded things back then. Clearly this guy didn't even want to be around her. Which, in all fairness would've normally just been enough of an indication that the blonde should've just gotten out. And on any normal occasion Jaz would've done exactly that - she failed to care about people who she barely knew. She had lost that emotional capacity a long, long time ago. But, at the same time, this particular case was a little different. On some level, she thought that she... owed him? The things she said were kind of mean when she thought about it, so actually making sure he was okay was... fine, right?
"Why?" She asked, tilting her head to the side a little and raising a brow in both confusion and curiosity. This guy was so gung-ho about his vigilante work. It was rather weird to see him throw it aside like that. She wondered what was the reason for it. A sigh left her lips, "Listen, I know we got off on a bad start, but, uhh... you know, since we're already here... you want to talk about it? I promise I won't go off on you like I did last time. That was shitty of me... my bad."
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 16, 2018 17:25:59 GMT -4
Its not that he didnt properly acknowlegde it. He did. He read the message as well, the apology. But.... he didnt wanna talk about it. Maybe not with her or maybe just in general. There were just simply things he didnt wanna talk to anyone. Thats why he recently got himself a journal. He decided to just write things out.
G thought that this meeting would end, but it seemed like she was stubborn to stay and keep talking. She asked him why did he stop. He didnt wanna talk, but then she continued saying that she knew that they got off on a bad start and that he could talk about it and that she wont go off on him. She was so gung-ho on trying to talk to him. But he understood why
"Uhh... its a long story. And a shitty one. Its basically like I told you before. Stuff is bad. And a few... or quite a few bad things happened to me. And it was pretty demoralizing. Hell... it still is. I just thought after the shit thats happened. Its just not worth it." he said and explained vaguely whats wrong without going fully into details
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 25, 2018 16:47:09 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough A somewhat amused yet at the same time melancholic sigh left the girl's lips at G's words, a sad smile on her face, "Don't I know how bad shit goes," she said, her voice betraying the fact that she was going through something that felt much bigger than her. Walking past G and down the alley, the blonde lioness glanced at Beacon. She was glad to see the image hadn't been touched - heck, it looked relatively new, almost as though she had only just delivered what some would call a 'gift' to this barren wasteland defiled by people who thought it was amusing to leave their 'nicknames' here with the shit they called art. Tags were disgusting. She had learned that very early on when she had her first piece back in New York drawn over with some bullshit that made her want to tear the entire wall down.
Back then she couldn't. Now? She probably could. She was glad she didn't have a reason to, though.
Then she glanced to her other shoulder's side, her lilac eyes glazing over the image of G plastered over the damp wall with several layers of spray-paint. A small smile made its way to her lips; she had to admit, it looked pretty realistic. Because of certain events, this had been her last piece. Or rather, her latest, which didn't mean much considering it was months ago and her hands shook too much to try anything else.
Crouching down with her back against Beacon, Jasmine's eyes never left the apology that she had left G as she spoke, her voice a little clearer this time around, "So... what now? Find a nine to five? Take it easy? A house with two cars in the garage? A wife? Some kids? Where do your feet lead you to now, G?" |
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 25, 2018 18:09:37 GMT -4
He sighed and sat on the floor and leaned against the wall. He followed Jasmines movements and listened to her, the way she spoke it seemed like she had some bad stuff happen as well. And then once again she asked whats been going on with him. He gave in and decided to tell her. She was adamant on knowing. And feeling as if he lost everything decided to tell her everything, perhaps that would shut her up and show her why he hated...no...still HATES The Beacon
"9 to 5? Taking it easy? A house with 2 cars?" he then gets teary eyed a bit "A wife??! Some kids?!" he wipes his eyes "No no no no. If you really wanna know where life took me, then sit down and buckle up because Im just gonna tell you what happened since we first met. Right. So... not in chronological order because I cant keep my thoughts straight."
He then started telling Jasmine everything that happened since they met, although in a mixed up order. The first thing that came to mind was Susumu and the festival that went wrong. Their date.
"So...there was this girl I was seeing. She'd help me out with...stuff. We saw eachother way too much and I though we should be something other then...erm... friends with benefits. She didnt really want that, so I decided to talk her into it. I managed to make her come on a date on a festival. I literally had to win her over in a bet. If I won some carneval game, she'd be my girlfriend, if not we'd be whatever. After some emotional shit that you dont wanna hear about, we continue our date as a real couple. Only to have the whole thing ruined because someone brought swords and training equipment to life and attacked innocent people. And then combined that in a mecha monster that wanted to stomp us. Dont ask me how we beat that thing. It...was... Hell"
Then he went to the time when his fatherly insticts kicked in, he believed that his little Miku was in danger, but then ended up being attacked by a kid who made a blood snake from some dead possums carcass and tried to kill and poison G with that contaminated old blood. Not to mention he was called a creep and a pedophile for being concerned for his own adoptive family.
"Then, I have this hunch you see, that my adoptive daughter is in danger. I follow her and make sure she's safe. I see she's naive and think to myself 'hey, maybe I should train her to be more aware of her surroundings' and then some punk ass kid attacks me with some snakes calling me a creepy pedophile."
Then he went to the time when he went to patrol Dagobah Beach and keep peoples posesions safe from thieves, to being accused of being a creep and then getting a student.
"Then,I decide.. hey Im a Vigilante, I should patrol and keep people safe. I go to a beach, patrol, make sure no thieves or pickpockets try to steal peoples stuff while they're swimming. A girl calls me a creep. Its ok, we sort things out, she became my student. And we established a decent bond actually. Good kid"
But then he says last time he saw her, he was attacked by her friend in a mall and got pretty beat up because he didnt wanna fight a girl, in a mall with people watching, otherwise, yes, he'd be villanous looking
"And then one time I see my student in the mall, I go to greet her, she gets a bit startled and falls. Thats no biggie, right? Wrong! Because her friend thought I attacked her, so the girl used her Quirk. Became a bunny woman and started kicking me and beating me up!! There was no way I could fight her...I mean...I changed since we met...I didnt wanna be my old self... and fight a girl... But.. she didnt react... she continued... and she only stopped because my student was upset that her sensei and her friend were fighting..."
G then told her when he was helpless to save his kid from possible danger of a Villanous stalker
"So..as I said, this is out of order. You see, the day I had a hunch that my kid was in peril. I get attacked by snake boy. But just the day later actually, it looked like my fear came true. Because you see, I had the misfortune of finding out that some Villain was spying on a UA student. I tried to make them talk 'Which student it is?! Which class'. I make them confess that they're stalking Class 1B. My little girls class. I tried to make them talk and get a name. I couldnt...for all I knew everyone at Class 1B could be in danger. And I was helpless. I couldnt go to UA, I couldnt find the Villain. I cant go to authorities because I'd be arrested because Im a Vigilante. I was nothing... My girlfriend came to try and comfort me....And the Villain stopped stalking the UA student because.... I think they just took pleasure in my suffering... and I guess after a while they stopped."
And then he talked about a Vigilante he met one night
"A few nights ago, I met a Vigilante called Ghost Princess or something. She seemed nice and childish. She wanted to see my Quirk and I showed it off a bit. Not much because I wanted to be responcible. I didnt wanna use up my Quirk if villains attack. But... she got 'hurt' by that. She wanted to play with my Quirk and when I stopped using it...the look that she had... the look in her eyes, the grip on the baseball bat she had. She wanted to beat me with it. She wanted to beat me...because I didnt let her play with MY Quirk. A fellow Vigilante. Someone, I should be equal with... saw me as a toy they could break if they didnt like me. She got distracted by a thankful civillian. The idea that a fellow crime father wanted to raise her hand...her weapon against me..." This really got to him, he wiped his eyes just in case "I quit... Im not a Vigilante...Im sorta taking a break from it for a month... maybe. The nail in the coffin was when a fellow Vigilante wanted to hurt me. I understood goverment heroes and villains... but one of our own hates me that much... yea... fuck it, I quit"
Then he tells her about his adoptive sister and the chaos with that
"And THEN, I meet a girl in a grocery store. An innocent and yet lost soul of a woman. I met her, we became close and she because sort of like a sister I never had. We had peace for a month...a month... Before I apparently found out through her that my girlfriend was in actuality a Villain who was backstabbing me, twisting and turning her metaphorical knife in my back. Comforting me with one hand, stabbing me with another."
As soon as he started talking about his girlfriend, he quickly derailled because this was one fresh subject
"After I told her everything, after I entrusted her with everything. I was used for a BAJILLIONTH TIME!!! AS ALWAYS!!! I AM JUST BACKSTABBED BY PEOPLE!!!... I try and try to make a normal life, a family. But I cant. Everything keeps falling apart!! ALL I WANNA DO IS HELP PEOPLE AND GET A FAMILY!! BUT I KEEP GETTING PUNISHED FOR IT!!! WHERE IS ANY GOOD IN THAT!?!? WHERE IS ANY HOPE!!!?? WHATS THE POINT OF EVERYTHING!!! WHATS THE POINT OF EVEN LIVING!?!? THIS IS JUST STUFF FROM 2 MONTHS!!! IMAGINE NOW THIS FOR YEARS!!!"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 26, 2018 0:09:53 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough Having sat down on the ground with her back against Beacon, Jaz stayed quiet and listened. It wasn't often that she was in a mood like this where all she wanted to do was simply listen without giving her own opinion. The normally unruly blonde always had something to say, be it a sarcastic remark or a ten page argument to show you why you were wrong. This time, however, all she wanted to do was listen. To listen and understand. She had already pushed G towards almost committing a crime against her in their previous conversation. And that was very likely spurred on by her holding onto her own ideals much too strongly and had inadvertently tried to push them onto G. That had been... less than ideal, to say the least. So, now, she simply listened.
Nodding to his words here and there, offering a quiet 'yeah' to one statement or another that he made, or even mouthing something else entirely, Jaz was a little surprised by how much he had gone through. Sure, some of his issues had seemed... minor at best, but when you considered all of these issues piling up into one giant mess, shit could get quite hectic. Listen to her, she had a PhD in attracting bullshit efficiently.
"I'm... sorry to hear that, G," Jaz offered, her eyes never leaving her own artwork, "I'm not sure what I can tell you, really. I've gone through a load of bullshit myself and I still don't have the answers. To put things into perspective... my parents were murdered in front of me when I was six. I bounced between orphanages, but because I had a quirk I was... forced onto the streets. That wasn't any better. I starved. Went through physical abuse every single day I woke up. I was... raped... when I was twelve," a soft sigh left her, the memory itself making her skin crawl. "It's just like you said: where is any good? What's the point of living? I've... been asking myself the same thing over and over, over and over. And there's really no clear answer in sight."
"When we had our conversation? About a week later I received news that my best friend back home was murdered. Just when I thought shit couldn't get any worse. Just when I thought there wasn't anything else I could have taken from me, life throws me a curve ball out the left field," Jaz paused once again, thinking over her own mess of a thought process. "So, yeah... I can't even begin to tell you what good there is in anything really because I've been struggling to find solace in anything. I haven't been sleeping well at all. My PTSD has been making me relapse into alcohol abuse because otherwise sleeping is impossible. I've been driving my best friends away because I don't want them to see me like this. There's just... there's nothing good about me, G. I'm not a good person, nor am I worth being stressed over. I wish my friends could see that. Then I wouldn't have to feel like shit when they tell me that I've changed or have left them behind."
"This may sound idealistic of me again, but... what choice do we have other than moving forward? There'll always be shit we have to deal with. I'm a prime example of this. But just... life doesn't stop giving, and we just need to take it the right way," she smiled sadly as she bowed her head, letting shadows overtake her features. "I still think there's things left to live for, though. Like that one smile and thank you you get when you help someone? The face your friends make when they're happy? I don't... know. It's simple things like that that have kept me going. I preached hope to you, but, honestly? I've yet to find any. I want to give hope to others, but I'm just a fake who doesn't believe in what she wants others to believe in. Go figure." |
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 26, 2018 2:32:32 GMT -4
When she sat down and talked about her experiences. He just sat and listened. He also wondered how come they both had a shitty life or childhood and home come she had strength to preach about hope back then? "Its somewhat similar..." he thought She then went on that soon after their conversation that her best friend died. She also says that she hasnt slept. Her PTSD triggered her alcoholism. He continued to listen to her before even trying to attempt to say anything. When he thought she finished, she started to be once again positive and optimistic about just living and moving forward. He waited for her to speak more, but luckily she was done Now he just needed to word that. "I understand what you went through. I went through similar experiences as a kid. Granted my parents werent killed infront of me when I was 6. But damn the age of 6... when I got my quirk. My parents started to hate me then. They were all anti quirk folks. I was treated like an animal... a monster. Beat to shit. I wound up on the streets because I ran away. So I know whats life on the streets like and I know whats physical abuse like. Honestly, when it comes to parents... I wish they were dead. My only regret is not killing my old man. Im shit at cheering people up. But take solace in knwoing that your parents actually loved you."This wasnt a competition to show who suffered more. G was the type who would think 'if you're miserable, then you need to make someone more miserable then yourself'. His way of cheering up was like 'hey, theres always worse'. Of course, he skipped the rape subject considering ... the stuff...in Villain days.... dark times and low points of his life. He went to adress the death of her friend and other stuff from there. "Im sorry about your friend. I dont think I can really say anything to cheer you up there. But ...heh... better get used to not sleeping if you dont take any medicine. I honestly cant go to a pharmacy or a doctor. I have stuff that keeps me up at night... Im an insomniac... Been one for.. erm... 5 years. Ever since I turned over a new leaf. I cant sleep at all. I mean, I have obvious bags under my eyes and people think I fucking use makeup like im some sorta emo kid. And well.... I'd say alcohol is your best friend, but it aint. You actually have friends. Dont drive them away. Dont end up like me. Because if you do what you do. Then this is what you'll end up like. A lonely, pathetic fuck who's a wannabe hero. Y'see...unlike you. I dont drive away people. I latch on to them... Like a leech. I crave company. Just someone to be there... But I always end up alone. I feel... like I should just leave it be. I feel if I try and make connectiosnw ith anyone, its just outright masochism on my end. They'll all betray me or abandon me or use me"The last part about living on and moving forward and about hope though? He stayed silent. He didnt wanna say anything to that. He felt like he had a spark of hope before. But that was stomped out by his own personal Judas. He's still in denial about Susumu bein Big Sister. But feels like he knows its true.
G just felt he had no hope. He shook his head and wanted to change the subject badly
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 29, 2018 13:46:50 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough "Fat lotta good that's gonna do when they're dead, y'know?" Jasmine breathed out solemnly, looking up into the sky above. Honestly Jaz had made it a habit to completely forget about her parents. It was just... not necessary. The simple thought of having them in her life was enough to crush her sometimes. The idea of what could have been. What they could have had. She could barely remember their faces now. Just thinking about it hurt her. There were already too many things the blonde had going bad for her, making something that she couldn't possibly change one of those things felt like a huge waste of mental and emotional energy. And time. Time which felt like it was going faster after each day to the point that she didn't know what she was doing with it anymore, "I find it's easier to just... not think about it. Like... even if my parents loved me, what does that change? They're dead. Thinking about the life I could've had if they were here would just... hurt."
"I'm more comfortable thinking about how fucked up the world is. Like you, growing up in the streets wasn't my fondest memory, but it's the one that's been the main descriptor of my life thus far. I grew up in a neighborhood that hated quirk users. Violence was a consistency back then. A day where you didn't have to suffer at least a single punch in the face was a good day, y'know? And that's not even counting how many times we never even had any food to spare."
Jasmine shrugged, "Thanks. It's alright. Shit's gonna get better. And in terms of sleep... I'm already more or less used to it. I can't sleep properly without being woken up by a nightmare anyway. God diagnosed with severe PTSD. Survivor's Guilt? Like... y'know when soldiers go to war and come back all mentally fucked up? Yeah, apparently I get the same shit. I consistently get woken up by nightmares, cold sweat, screaming in the middle of the night, shit like that. Sometimes get episodes during the day, and, well... it's fight or flight when that happens. It sometimes boggles my mind to think Yuuei even accepted me as a student considering they've seen my file. Can't keep shit like that hidden away even if I tried."
"I don't know what to tell you, G. I've had people I called friends betray me. I've had too many friends die on me. It... never gets easier. Nobody's going to blame if you just quit, honestly. On some level I think you deserve some piece and quiet. To get some rest from all the bullshit, y'know? Even though I don't think that's even possible..." Turning quiet for a brief moment, the blonde lioness turned to G, a curious flame shining behind her eyes, "Though, still. If you're going to give up, what's next? I mean, you gotta head somewhere, right? Have some kind of destination of goal in mind?" |
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Post by G Hajimari on Jul 29, 2018 15:27:55 GMT -4
He listened to her speak. Fat lotta good it'll do? On the contrary, he believed it was very important to know that you were loved by someone, especially your parents. She was unaware that having her parents dead was a blessing. She could just erase them from her mind. Or not have any memories of them. Or live in bliss not knowing whether they were kind people or cruel people. They died heroes to her and they didnt live long enough to become villains.
G wished he could have switched places with Jaz there. Have dead parents, taken to an orphanage and get a proper education. But he believied that it was worse having living parents for hating you for something you couldnt control
Jaz said she grew up on the streets in a neighbourhood that hated quirk users. But G was stuck home with quirk haters. Random people and hooligans on the streets who hated quirk users were insigificant. They didnt matter. But when your flesh and blood, when people who you were supposed to look up to...who were supposed to protect you.... hated you for what you are. It hurt, it was a tremendous pain that he couldnt even begin to describe. Nor did he want to describe that to her. He would just break then and there. So he let her think what she wanted about her parents. He already have his 2 cents and there was nothing he could do to make her feel better
She talked how she has PTSD, lack of sleep because she would get woken up by a nightmare, cold sweat, screaming late in the night. It was as if she was decribing him
"So you too, eh? I have the same problems. I think you can see by my face that I havent been asleep lately" he references the clearly dark bags under his eyes "I dont remember when was the last time I slept. I'd always have nightmares.... night terrors.... that would wake me up at night screaming with cold sweat. Terrible dreams, I remember them all too well... I cant bear to even think about them. I opted to stay awake to avoid that... so I became an insomniac... Im sure theres some form of medicine to put people to sleep while surpressing any dreams. But I dont think I can approach a pharmacy and get the medicine...once they see my record..." he sighed
After talking both fell quiet. He didnt wanna say anything. He didnt wanna talk about this. But then she spoke again... Whats he gonna do next? Some kind of dstination or goal in mind. That made him chuckle... or more like bitterly laugh
"My destination.... My goal? My goal is putting the Villain that manipulated me behind bars....... Hell, I'll even join her, I'll turn myself in and rot in jail... or maybe I'll just kill myself. I dont see a reason to live. I got nothing... nobody.... so why bother living? Maybe my ultimate destination is Hell and my ultimate goal is death"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 31, 2018 20:28:09 GMT -4
Some say we're never meant to grow up
I'm sure they never knew enough "Yeah, you don't look so good, G," Jaz quipped, her words accompanied by a short snicker. She knew the feeling all too well. The feeling of trying to keep herself awake just so she didn't have to go back to sandman's land where nothing but memories of the past, made worse by about a hundred times, were waiting for her. Honestly she got tired of seeing all of her friends dying all over again. Over, and over, and over again. Always in a more gruesome way than the last. At some point she had also decided to stop sleeping... but, in her case, being awake for so long made her weaker, less focused, and as such unable to protect neither herself nor those around her. Thus she opted in to try and sleep. Even if she had nightmares whenever she closed her eyes, she could push through them in one way or another. Honestly suffering to keep her friends safe had become something of a habit for the blonde lioness, as edgy as that sounded.
Jaz hummed at his later statement. Suicide wasn't a thought that was foreign to her. Honestly she had thought about ending it all far too many times to be able to say anything, "I'm not gonna tell you not to, G. That's a decision you gotta make for yourself, but..." She smiled, turning to the male, "Don't you think that'd make your daughter sad?" She said, somewhat wondrous, "I mean, sure, you say she abandoned you, but... as far as I know the bond between a father and daughter goes beyond an argument or two, doesn't matter how severe it can get. I have a friend who's a prime example of this. No matter how bad her dad fucked up, she still loved him. Got sad when he got put behind bars. So, y'know. I think there's that to live for, y'know? Even if she's upset with you, I'm sure she wouldn't want you to die. You care about her enough not to put her through that, right?"
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Post by G Hajimari on Aug 1, 2018 2:13:15 GMT -4
She was right, he didnt look good. He was a mess. Its laughable to think that women even like him. It was probably because they like broken men and bad boys. And he's both wrapped into one. G just couldnt understand that.
And then she talked about suicide, it was interesting what she had to say, she said she wasnt gonna tell him what to do. He looked at her slighty confused, but then she brights up his daughter. G thought about retorting that she isnt his daughter... But didnt. He honestly had no idea what Miku would want
"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure she hates me" he asked Jasmine
After hopefully getting an answer, he just sighed and got up
"I'm gonna go get a drink. You do whatever you want." G said
He knew there was no way he could help this blonde, so what was the point of all of this? Talking things out never helped him anyway. This just made him feel worse, and all he wanted to do was buy earbuds and listen to music in peace. Looks like that wasnt happening. But at least he got to know Jasmine better. Thats good, right? Honestly, G didnt know as he just started to slowly make his way to a place that has booze. He felt like drinking and trying to forget this conversation. Because strangely, this girls suffering didnt make him feel better, for the first time... someone elses misery made him feel worse. He couldnt hand that, so he decided to leave Jasmine
/attempted exit
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