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I won't share anything with you! Get out of my head!

-What even is life, though?
-I like the question mark here (????)
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-I'm Argentinian (South America)
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Gen Itoshi

Friday, 1st, 2015 – Golden Week

Warakuma Shopping Complex

Gen looked back at the stage. The idol group was gone and with it their followers. But then someone got on stage. Someone that seemed... familiar. He would have recognized him earlier had he been wearing the shcool uniform. But there was something that gave him away. The mask. That mask was characteristic of someone from school! More specifically, someone that was in Gen's class! He had a weird surname, but he knew his name was...

"Rikimaru?!" Gen's jaw dropped, and his eyes became as big as saucers. Seeing someone you knew up on a stage was odd, even if one had not spoken to said person very much or was friends with it. He was good at it, at least, good enough to be confident about it and play before a crowd. Gen would not be capable of such things, in his opinion. When the song ended, he clapped, though it was most out of respect than anyt- Wait, was Rikimaru bleeding?!

And he was still playing?! But, how? Actually, why? His fingers were red, Gen could see that much. The first year moved towards the edge of the crowd. Even if he did not know the first thing about him, Rikimaru was still a classmate, and as classmates, there was an unspoken pact that they would help their peers. And if that meant bringing him down the stage, then so be it.

But maybe after he finished the song, it would be rude to just step in mid-performance like that.

So when Rikimaru was done, Gen was waiting at the side. He started asking the most important question he had. "Are you crazy?!" And then: "Oh, sorry. Itoshi Gen. We're classmates. I think I saw a pharmacy here. You should... put something there." His eyes looked down on the bleeding fingers. Gen thought that bleeding from playing too hard was a myth, a lie made by the movie industry, but apparently it was not a lie after all.
Gen Itoshi

Friday, 1st, 2015 – Golden Week

Warakuma Shopping Complex

Do you hear the people singing? Singing the song of idol groups... Oh yes, Gen did hear it. He was two blocks away and he could feel the wave of chants and music and everything that entailed the visit of a popular idol group. Well, popular in the sense that people knew their songs and some even traveled to see them. Gen would probably not do something like that for a group. He was not really obsessed with anything in particular as of that moment. Maybe after seeing the performance he would turn into a group-loving fan that would kill to watch his idols perform?

...Nah.

"I didn't think it would be this crowded." He whispered to himself. Where all these people come from? Definitively not from Warakuma. Gen lived in the town all his life, and he barely recognised anyone. Someone had clearly been busy making all these humans. But to make a single human you need nine months of pregnancy, and you could only have so many fetuses inside one womb. Unless... it was a mega uterus?! A scientific discovery that could host several fetuses at once! How could have Gen not seen that? But would not everyone be identical? No, if several samples were used and not just one, then... an evil idol group could have infinite fans and make a lot of money!

"What am I thinking?" Gen looked up over the crowd. Thanks to his being taller than the average first year students (and some adult people) he could watch the stage. Cute outfits, though, he thought. He was no expert on singing or dancing, but they were okay. It was not his favourite thing to listen to, but he could imagine himself humming it in the shower, or in the bus, or in the middle of a midterm. It was rather catchy, okay?!
It may seem like I'm not posting, but I'm not posting (Because finals end this week). :Y
@Leolycan I think we could wrap it up there, but you can do another post for Masa if you want.
Gen Itoshi

Monday, 27th, 2015 – Golden Week

Ferrero Mall


"I knew it!" Gen exclaimed as the other revealed his name. He knew he knew him. Masahide was known at school for having excellent grades. "You're a senpai from school! I... It seems really odd to see you without the uniform." Another apologetic smile. There was nothing to be apologetic about, though. He just did not recognise someone who he has not spoken with yet. "Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Gen Itoshi, first year." He added so as to make it easier for identification. It probably did not say anything to him, but it was worth a shot. "I've heard this movie is based on a game. Well, haven't played it, so I guess it could be exciting!" And there went his bus money, and any other money he had left. He was completely broke until he returned home.
Gen Itoshi

Monday, 27th, 2015 – Golden Week

Ferrero Mall


Ouch, ouch, ouch. Wait, it did not hurt that much. Just enough to make Gen say 'ouch' and rub his head. He almost collided with that guy. He sure was nimble, otherwise that little incident would have ended like the beginning of some shounen manga or whatever. It was not like he was a full-fledged otaku, but Gen occasionally dabbled into such things, reading only the mainstream and the popular. However, he was wary of the Manga Club at school. He was wary of all clubs, actually, but that one seemed a little out of place in a small town such as Warakuma. If it were on a big city, of course it would be there, but a book club or an Asian studies club would make more sense.

Oh right, present. Gen lifted his head and saw an outstretched hand and heard a you alright from the person before him. It was his near collateral damage. He seemed familiar. He was wearing casual clothes, so he would never think that they attended the same school. And that he was his senpai, though that was apparent if Gen only focused on the physical aspect. With an embarrassed laugh, he mumbled a short apology and took it with his own hand. "Sorry." He said again, standing and dusting himself off. "I honestly didn't see you there. I was just trying to get away from the two who are fighting..." His voice lingered. He had seen him, but where? It was frustrating! "Are you all right? I'm okay, but I don't know about you." What if he was bleeding internally? The other could be suffering and Gen would just be standing there, oblivious to the situation at hand. Was he? WAS HE?! He needed to know!
Gen Itoshi

Monday, 27th, 2015 – Golden Week

Ferrero Mall


A primeval voice, an instinct passed on by generations and generations of monkeys and men and monkey-men, told Gen that he should move away from the fight between those guy and the girl. Hehe, monkey-men. Wait, were they like sea-monkeys, but with… manliness instead of sea? They were the ancient wielders of the flames of manhood, the sacred defenders of what truly meant to be a man and a monkey. They probably threw their own feces at their enemies too. Would Gen not give anything to meet one of those legendary heroes, to learn their secrets, well, not the ones involving excrement, but the manhood flame – oh, that one, yes – he would be invincible. Invincible!

And yet Gen was not moving. He was very much preoccupied with the monkey-men that he forgot to move. The tall freshman jumped towards the safety of the crowd before punches went flying his way, his reflexes sharper than ever. Fear made people do incredible things, like jumping just at the nick of time, enduring excruciating pain, or even throwing your own fe- Okay, maybe Gen should stop with that. It was unhealthy. Was if he were to say it out loud? That would be his downfall. He already was not the best of students, nor was he the worst. Why did he even try to help? It was recently turning into a bad habit. Actually, it has only been a bad habit, since it made things go from bad to worse. He was not really sure about this particular case, though.

Gen elbowed his way out of the crowd of roaring spectators. Why, oh, why did the mall became a fighting ring today? Why not yesterday, when he was not there? Warakuma was not really this chaotic. Capitalism was to blame, of course. The sudden industrialization and modern malls and the booming of local commerce was making struggles on people’s minds, thus creating scenarios such as that one. Those two were victims of the instant messaging and junk food culture, and the only way to get their frustration out was to fight. Damn capitalism!

”Finally!” Gen exclaimed as he reached the end of the crowd, and leapt out of it victorious. Surprisingly, the crows ended where the cinema began. The two fighters should have sold tickets for their fight, for they were bound to make a fortune. However, there was a problem for Gen. He did not see the black-haired guy [Masa] who happened to be on Gen’s landing spot. Nononono. Why this kept happening?! ”AH! Watch out!” He warned loudly, hoping it would not be too late for the guy to jump out of the way and save his life.
I have no idea what is happening but I sincerely don't want to interrupt this fight. I should write Gen backing off... Probably.
The events between Ama and myself are occurring on 4.26, filling time until the dungeon was over. We'll be on the 27th with either Ama's or my post... probably.

@AcerRo@Fedested


I was thinking on having Gen jump in on the Masahide/Shizuka scene, but then changed it for the 27th to interrupt Akane/Noboru fight. Sorry if I have caused any misundertandings.
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