[center][h1]PICA[/h1]
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Survival of the fittest. The world I've been placed upon is one ruled by mere concepts of youth. Yes, you could see it all in every corner and in every cranny of creation. Boys and girls indulging in the hypocrisies of life! But that is besides the point. Yes, that isn't what matters anymore. The night became evident, the students were now at the behest of their carnivorous desires. Beyond the glance of the primary it could be seen very clearly the effortlessness of their truth seething form their pores. It is a lie, it is evil. They will conform to anything and everything as a literal spice to their youth. Secrets, lies, sins failures all of such are mere inhibitors of this so called youth. It's a comedy and a romantic one at that, and as such. 

[center]I completely hate the lie that is youth

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Perhaps you could say that life has its way of justifying its failures. Perhaps you were in an incident where you bumped your toe on the side of the bed and you cursed it for being in the way. When in fact, it was your fault entirely to have failed you have notice something that was right in front of you. In this sense, me ending up in a world that was completely out of my scope of reality was in fact my world rectifying an irreversible mistake. Yes, it happened suddenly. My hands reach the pocket of my pants, pulling out my wallet while the clerk before me waited patiently for his money. The bag suspended at the bend of my left arm while it finally settled that my wallet had been hollowed by some incredible force of nature. Online purchases was in fact such a huge instigator in my life that most of my money went into gaming and generally anime and the works. Any other ordinary student would be at arcades, in movies or merely indulging in youth I was, in fact at home. Preparing my quick meals and playing games and reading my mangas. And now, that has come back to bite me in the ass. 

"Sir... Are you... broke?" 

Those words stung. They were like knives at the center of my pride. But then again, there was no pride to begin with. [color=royalblue]"Maybe you feel compassion for a hungry young high-school student who just wants to make for the day?"[/color] The clerk rose his brow and crossed his arm, which was immediately met with a nervous smile... "Get the hell outta my store!" Without much hesitation I left the bag and exited the store. My breath began to heave and my lungs felt heavy. How long did I run for...? My head began to cycle on the thought, because for some reason the world beyond me was, in fact, a fantasy. Animals on two legs traveling around the streets speaking and dressed like any member of humanity. Creatures of huge statures hauling what seemed to be a medieval caravan on the center of a large street paved of glittering stone. Night suddenly became day, cold became heat, desolate silence in the general buzz of a busy market. 

[color=royalblue]"I see."[/color] I spoke in reaffirmation. [color=royalblue]"I must've ran all night and walked into an anime convention. This has to be one of those LARPing events I read about. Yes that must be it."[/color] The thought began to ruminate on the youth head. His feet began to propel him further and further as he view the details of the lands that was presented before him. "That's a nice costume you have. The fur seems oddly realistic. And even the tail moves like that of a real animal. It is truly impressive." A young female turned to the sound of his voice and winced at his proximity. [color=royalblue]"Those ears too. The texture of such look impressive. Clearly someone of talent made these e--"[/color] Before he could react he felt a swelling pain form at the side of his cheek, his body tripped an fell onto the earth as the creature ran away from his direction clearly peeved by his assessment. The hell was that for? He thought as he rose himself from the floor, tendering the area he was harmed. Soon the same cosplay cat girl made an appearance this time with a male cosplay cat boy towering a foot taller than the young Pica.

"Alright, you have 3 and a half seconds to explain to me why you were hitting on my girl, punk!?" Pica couldn't help but scoff at his accusation, following by a shrug of his shoulders and a bend of his head. [cosplay=royalblue]"What? You really think I was hitting on your girlfriend? I was merely appreciating the quality craftsmanship of her work with her overall appearance. I'm not at all interested in what she has to offer beyond her appearance."[/color] Before he knew it he was pulled closer to the cosplay cat boy before him, as he grabbed his collar. His eyes were fierce, it was in fact, exactly like witnessing a tiger in their ready stance. Like a pray about to pounce the predator.

"You better take that back, human. Before I shred the skin outta ya bones!" 

[color=royalblue]"Even your breath smell identical to a beast! YUCK! I don't care how much of an anime expo this is you should at least learn proper hygiene!"[/color] The cosplaying cat boy threw the young Pica to the floor, hitting his head in and causing him to loose consciousness almost immediately. Darkness over took, suddenly a warmth began to swell at the back of his head. An image of reality began to surface and once again, an unfamiliar setting. This time, unlike before. It was in a bed room. The scent was that of roses, however faintly close to that of vanilla. The pillow that settled under him was large, and so was the bedding. It could perhaps hold two people, the bedroom expansive, yet all that garnished it were the bed a table and a large mirror. The closet was near the door, the color was that of auburn due to the hue to the wooden structure. "Where am I?" Pica spoke and a voice welcomed a response. 

"In Hell. You so happen to have sinned by pissing of the city folk here using that big mouth of yours, fella." Pica's brow rose as he turned to see another of this cosplaying creatures. This one on the other hand was considerably smaller. About the size of a small child, yet wider. Like that of a plush. "So what made you think that you could just mouth off to someone and his girl like that without any consequences." He spoke and wobbled around. His small mustache and monocle made him look refined and the suit just added to it's glamour. His sense of humor however was impeccably dumb and tiresome. Even though he had only heard one quirky liner.   

[color=royalblue]"I was telling the truth. I was just gratifying the quality of her craftsmanship."[/color] The small cat cosplayer turned his head "What the hell are you talking about, fella? What this about a cosplay?" Which Pica responded [color=royalblue]"Cosplay is cosplay. You know. Men and Woman dressing up as their favorite characters and whatnot."[/color] 

"Sound kind of racist if you ask me."

[color=royalblue]"What's so racist about dressing up as a cat?"[/color]

"I dunno. That's like saying that I'm an ape while dressed up as a human." Pica turned his head, trying to assimilate what he just said. This LARPing thing seems to be serious business. [color=royalblue]"So small cat cosplayer. How did I get here?"[/color] The mustache cat cosplayer laughed at suck a remark and said "My home. And the name's Bernard."