I swear, everytime I lose a post like that due to data corruption on my laptop, i'm just like
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Phew, okay, got it rewrote, only took me an hour this time. Jeez, my hands hurt. Sorry about that guys.
(( Whenever I roleplay Johnathan interacting with Bride, i'm going to use "She" terms as he doesn't know his true gender yet ))
While the classmates approached the police station and gazed at the screens across from it, Johnathan paid them no attention until Bride suddenly began to cry. His heart stopped as he immediately saw her fall. When she fell to the ground, Johnathan instinctively dropped his crossbow and ran over.
"H- hey! A- are you okay? W- what's wrong?" He fearfully called out. ("Was the stress finally getting to her?") he thought, as he thought about ways he could coax and help her relax. He decided to lightly lay his hands on her shoulder, giving her a small hug, in the hopes it could help ease the stress she could be feeling.
"Shhh...! It's okay. We're going to get out of this, okay? L- look, you can have my crossbow, yeah? I- if it helps you feel safer, i'll protect you, okay? i- I'll make sure nothing hurts you alright?"
It was then a voice from the static tv screens called out, showing a picture of johnathan, smirking and smugly grinning at him.
"Don't make me laugh, you? Care? We both know that's just a ton of shit"
Johnathan stopped coaxing her and gasped, staring at the screen, puzzled at why his face was on it. He couldn't even respond before the television... revealed his memories to him, and throughout, johnathan was gazing at hell itself, which his facial features described perfectly.
"Everyone really knows the only reason your coaxing that little girl is because you're afraid people will turn on you. You don't really feel affectionate, you don't truly care about her. All you desire is just a person to carry you, because that's what you are. A parasite. All you do is take. You take peoples love, and give nothing in return, a leech who sucks the blood out of someone, that's all you really are. You should die. You don't deserve life, you didn't deserve to be born... You should have killed yourself long ago...
Everyone else knew this as well! Poor depressed Johnathan, woe is him. You're nothing but a broken record, you know that? Always gurning and crying about yourself. People didn't understand you isn't that right? When did it all start? When you were younger? I mean, everyone knows you're an autistic spastic, but lets start back when you were a kid. You had a fight with mommy... She was such a drunken bitch, always demanding you do everything like she said. She beat you up when you misbehaved, and you didn't really like that did you. You called her a worthless, evil witch before bed and when you woke up, do you remember what you saw?"
Suddenly the television static began to twist and shape, as Johnathan slept beside his mom in bed, she was a foreigner like himself, and her skin was wrinkled and old, diseased almost. That's when her body began to violently spasm, vomit, putrid sludge spat from her mouth, choking on her own vomit, her eyes rolling behind her head as she choked and gaged. A young johnathan woke up, squealing, as his choking mother clutched him by the throat and violently shook him, the two fell out of the bed, and in mere moments, johnathan screamed as much as he could before he saw the colour of his dying mothers face leave, her eyes rolled back and the child was forced to watch as his mother died right infront of his very eyes, a grotesque horror, lifeless...
"Nobody would take you to therapy. Nobody cared, she was just a drunk, but nobody cared about your trauma, and you were left all alone with daddy..."
The televisions screen transformed once more, as his dead mothers face shaped into a different room. Johnathan, a little older now, was sitting on the floor crying, as his face was bludgeoned and beaten, bruises coated in body as his father held a shoe out and brutally beat him, trickles of blood drenched the floor below the boy's feet, as he bashed and smashed him, the child's squeals silencing into unconsciousness the more bashes his abusive father dished out at him. The voice in the television echoed, depressed, lonely and bitter.
"What else could he do? A gay son? A faggot? It was a family ruiner for sure. He taught you a lesson for not following the sheep, for being more than just some mindless drone. You were just a puppet for him to manipulate, and because you weren't obeying, he beat you to within an inch of your life... You deserved every second of it. He kicked you out into the streets, had it not been for your enrollment in the academy, you would have died out there for sure. But at least you still had your friends... right?"
The television once more transformed, showing three people, males, Johnathan's friends, smiling and beckoning him along. Johnathan in the television screen wiped his tears, now at his first year in the Acadamy, he looked brighter, and less destroyed. They hung out together, as the tv screen showed snapshots of them playing videogames together, laughing with eachother and sharing jokes. But suddenly, one of the friends transformed into a dark, malevolent shadow, which slid off, causing the johnathan in the tv to outstretch his hand, his face transformed into a look of sadness.
"Wrong" The voice called out once more. "Osamu. You thought he was fun to be around. He had a happy go lucky attitude, he was witty, he was fun. He was a user... Poor little Johnathan, used as nothing but a piece of entertainment. He didn't care who you were, all he cared about was being entertained, he just used you to have fun. When you didn't have anything he could take, he left you, and enjoyed having reaped all what he could from such a depressed little boy like you. "
The screen then showed a much older friend, with blond hair, smiling in his general direction, he gazed down at johnathan, as the johnathan in the television sat on the ground, crying, tears streaming down his face, as he whimpered out for help. He never recieved it. Instead, all the boy got was a brutal knee to his face from his "friend". The friend stomped on him, brutally beat him, it reminded him of his father... Kazuo could see as the johnathan in the tv was being horrible beaten up, the voice of his depressed more lonesome side spoke once again.
"Seiichi. He was the successful one. He had everything money, looks, intelligence, he had it all, you envied everything he had, you wanted him to lead you, you saw him as a brother you never had. And what did big brother do? He beat the shit out of you. You were a pest, an insect, nothing but trash. You benefitted him in no way, and your depression, he saw it as weakness, as inferior. You were rubbish to be thrown away. A thrown in his side... so he pulled you out and threw you off... You deserved it, you just hold everyone back, you don't help anyone, you just drag people down with you"
Suddenly the screen changed once more, to the final friend. Johnathan was broken down, his body was a mess, he was unshaved, undressed, unclean, broken beyond repair. The area around him was filled with nothing but black smog, a putrid blackness drenched his form. All that was left was this final friend, and that's when this final friend, placed his lips upon his own, and for a moment, the black smog vanished, everything was drenched in white, his mind was clear, he... he was loved? The voice once again returned.
"Jiro. You didn't think he would care. You knew him the least, but you thought he loved you. For a time, everything became joyful, you were finally accepted by someone. Someone who didn't care about how you looked, or where you came from. They didn't care. They loved you, and wanted to take care of you, to help you, and heal all your pain. Except, that's not what happened... was it, Johnathan~? Do you remember what happened?"
Suddenly, the black smog returned, and became more monstrous, the putrid darkness completely swallowed the screen, to the sounds of Johnathan squeeling in horror, his voice screamed out, begging Jiro to stop, to stop and let him go, but Jiro didn't listen, and only laughed, and the screams of Johnathan continued.
The television screens returned to static once more. Johnathan let his hands go of Bride and didn't move. He just stared at the screens with a petrified look of horror. His eyes looked as if they dilated, so afraid he was just frozen solid, and without a second though he collapsed. Eyes wide, he laid there, as if he had no control over himself, his lips quivered, unable to respond...
While the classmates approached the police station and gazed at the screens across from it, Johnathan paid them no attention until Bride suddenly began to cry. His heart stopped as he immediately saw her fall. When she fell to the ground, Johnathan instinctively dropped his crossbow and ran over.
"H- hey! A- are you okay? W- what's wrong?" He fearfully called out. ("Was the stress finally getting to her?") he thought, as he thought about ways he could coax and help her relax. He decided to lightly lay his hands on her shoulder, giving her a small hug, in the hopes it could help ease the stress she could be feeling.
"Shhh...! It's okay. We're going to get out of this, okay? L- look, you can have my crossbow, yeah? I- if it helps you feel safer, i'll protect you, okay? i- I'll make sure nothing hurts you alright?"
It was then a voice from the static tv screens called out, showing a picture of johnathan, smirking and smugly grinning at him.
"Don't make me laugh, you? Care? We both know that's just a ton of shit"
Johnathan stopped coaxing her and gasped, staring at the screen, puzzled at why his face was on it. He couldn't even respond before the television... revealed his memories to him, and throughout, johnathan was gazing at hell itself, which his facial features described perfectly.
Memories of a worthless loser...
"Everyone really knows the only reason your coaxing that little girl is because you're afraid people will turn on you. You don't really feel affectionate, you don't truly care about her. All you desire is just a person to carry you, because that's what you are. A parasite. All you do is take. You take peoples love, and give nothing in return, a leech who sucks the blood out of someone, that's all you really are. You should die. You don't deserve life, you didn't deserve to be born... You should have killed yourself long ago...
Everyone else knew this as well! Poor depressed Johnathan, woe is him. You're nothing but a broken record, you know that? Always gurning and crying about yourself. People didn't understand you isn't that right? When did it all start? When you were younger? I mean, everyone knows you're an autistic spastic, but lets start back when you were a kid. You had a fight with mommy... She was such a drunken bitch, always demanding you do everything like she said. She beat you up when you misbehaved, and you didn't really like that did you. You called her a worthless, evil witch before bed and when you woke up, do you remember what you saw?"
Suddenly the television static began to twist and shape, as Johnathan slept beside his mom in bed, she was a foreigner like himself, and her skin was wrinkled and old, diseased almost. That's when her body began to violently spasm, vomit, putrid sludge spat from her mouth, choking on her own vomit, her eyes rolling behind her head as she choked and gaged. A young johnathan woke up, squealing, as his choking mother clutched him by the throat and violently shook him, the two fell out of the bed, and in mere moments, johnathan screamed as much as he could before he saw the colour of his dying mothers face leave, her eyes rolled back and the child was forced to watch as his mother died right infront of his very eyes, a grotesque horror, lifeless...
"Nobody would take you to therapy. Nobody cared, she was just a drunk, but nobody cared about your trauma, and you were left all alone with daddy..."
The televisions screen transformed once more, as his dead mothers face shaped into a different room. Johnathan, a little older now, was sitting on the floor crying, as his face was bludgeoned and beaten, bruises coated in body as his father held a shoe out and brutally beat him, trickles of blood drenched the floor below the boy's feet, as he bashed and smashed him, the child's squeals silencing into unconsciousness the more bashes his abusive father dished out at him. The voice in the television echoed, depressed, lonely and bitter.
"What else could he do? A gay son? A faggot? It was a family ruiner for sure. He taught you a lesson for not following the sheep, for being more than just some mindless drone. You were just a puppet for him to manipulate, and because you weren't obeying, he beat you to within an inch of your life... You deserved every second of it. He kicked you out into the streets, had it not been for your enrollment in the academy, you would have died out there for sure. But at least you still had your friends... right?"
The television once more transformed, showing three people, males, Johnathan's friends, smiling and beckoning him along. Johnathan in the television screen wiped his tears, now at his first year in the Acadamy, he looked brighter, and less destroyed. They hung out together, as the tv screen showed snapshots of them playing videogames together, laughing with eachother and sharing jokes. But suddenly, one of the friends transformed into a dark, malevolent shadow, which slid off, causing the johnathan in the tv to outstretch his hand, his face transformed into a look of sadness.
"Wrong" The voice called out once more. "Osamu. You thought he was fun to be around. He had a happy go lucky attitude, he was witty, he was fun. He was a user... Poor little Johnathan, used as nothing but a piece of entertainment. He didn't care who you were, all he cared about was being entertained, he just used you to have fun. When you didn't have anything he could take, he left you, and enjoyed having reaped all what he could from such a depressed little boy like you. "
The screen then showed a much older friend, with blond hair, smiling in his general direction, he gazed down at johnathan, as the johnathan in the television sat on the ground, crying, tears streaming down his face, as he whimpered out for help. He never recieved it. Instead, all the boy got was a brutal knee to his face from his "friend". The friend stomped on him, brutally beat him, it reminded him of his father... Kazuo could see as the johnathan in the tv was being horrible beaten up, the voice of his depressed more lonesome side spoke once again.
"Seiichi. He was the successful one. He had everything money, looks, intelligence, he had it all, you envied everything he had, you wanted him to lead you, you saw him as a brother you never had. And what did big brother do? He beat the shit out of you. You were a pest, an insect, nothing but trash. You benefitted him in no way, and your depression, he saw it as weakness, as inferior. You were rubbish to be thrown away. A thrown in his side... so he pulled you out and threw you off... You deserved it, you just hold everyone back, you don't help anyone, you just drag people down with you"
Suddenly the screen changed once more, to the final friend. Johnathan was broken down, his body was a mess, he was unshaved, undressed, unclean, broken beyond repair. The area around him was filled with nothing but black smog, a putrid blackness drenched his form. All that was left was this final friend, and that's when this final friend, placed his lips upon his own, and for a moment, the black smog vanished, everything was drenched in white, his mind was clear, he... he was loved? The voice once again returned.
"Jiro. You didn't think he would care. You knew him the least, but you thought he loved you. For a time, everything became joyful, you were finally accepted by someone. Someone who didn't care about how you looked, or where you came from. They didn't care. They loved you, and wanted to take care of you, to help you, and heal all your pain. Except, that's not what happened... was it, Johnathan~? Do you remember what happened?"
Suddenly, the black smog returned, and became more monstrous, the putrid darkness completely swallowed the screen, to the sounds of Johnathan squeeling in horror, his voice screamed out, begging Jiro to stop, to stop and let him go, but Jiro didn't listen, and only laughed, and the screams of Johnathan continued.
"He raped you..."
End of broadcast
The television screens returned to static once more. Johnathan let his hands go of Bride and didn't move. He just stared at the screens with a petrified look of horror. His eyes looked as if they dilated, so afraid he was just frozen solid, and without a second though he collapsed. Eyes wide, he laid there, as if he had no control over himself, his lips quivered, unable to respond...
<Snipped quote by Happy Go Lucky>
-pats back- Just take your time on it and relax now, it be better to get a breather now and clamdown then when you feel like posting again you can I am sure the Gm would wait for everyone to post ^^
Yeah iiiim not doing a post on my chars backstory now. Maybe later on maybe but... I dont feel like it now. I just dont. And i probably wont for a few days x.x. Besides there are only 5 tvs so, you guys can just, do your stuff, i really have lost the mood for rping thanks to that.
Well my fucking laptop decided to crash and fucking corrupt the post i was working on for over two fucking stupid hours SO ITS ALL GONE YAY! LOL
fucking perfect! Now i dont feel like posting at-fucking-all! Fucking shit... I was going to post somethin heavy on my characters backstory but im not going to do that at all now, fuck that, forget that shit. I aint botherd anymore.
fucking perfect! Now i dont feel like posting at-fucking-all! Fucking shit... I was going to post somethin heavy on my characters backstory but im not going to do that at all now, fuck that, forget that shit. I aint botherd anymore.
Dont speed on ahead without me i need sleep XD
That and, holy damn, what that tv shows is going to be... Well, vague but horrifying XD
That and, holy damn, what that tv shows is going to be... Well, vague but horrifying XD
I hope i dont have bad rolls when it comes to actual fights, otherwise i fear il become the yukari of the team.
“Hey, hot stud, keep it together. C’mon, breathe. Talk to me. I'm dai Kumura. What's your name?"
Johnathan gazed, confused and a bit out of the loop when he felt his hand being rested on by another. Johnathan shook his head, and looked at Kumura, his face trembling into a smile. Johnathan hadn't realized just how loopy he was acting, and when Kumura spoke up, Johnathan twitched a little but spoke back to hopefully relief himself of the fear.
"J- Johnathan M- McKenna"
raising his arm, he rested a hand on his shoulder and pulled himself onto his feet, frowning and gazing at the ground, apologetically.
"S- Sorry. I- I didn't know what came over me, everything just... just changed and..."
Johnathan stopped looking at the ground and instead looked at Dai Kumura, he didn't want him to worry about him, though he felt glad he cared for him in this scenario, he needed people he could rely on like him, but most of all he hoped he could return the favor and help out as well. He slowed his speech to make sure he didn't talk too fast and make himself worried all over again.
"Sorry, It's the... adrenaline I think? I- i saw something grab Miss Sasaki. I think it was the thing that grabbed her... It looked like... something out of a damn horror movie...!"
He tried to control his breathing by closing his eyes and counting to ten. Of all the times, this was not the time to be a burden. Even if his legs were trembling he had a weapon. A weapon was a good start, better than being defenseless. After he counted he relaxed, and looked around him.
"We're... in the hole. That's the only thing I remember, we fell in, and appeared here... It can't be the real downtown I mean... life... doesn't work like that... I... right?" He looked to Dai for an answer, even though he was certain he wouldn't receive one, he noticed other students already ready to move on.
"... I don't want Miss Sasaki to..." His face went pale again, but instead he shook his head, not wanting to say the dreaded three letter word.
"Miss Sasaki could be in danger... W- we should try and find her. I- I think that should be our main Pri-P- prio- Priority."
Johnathan then turned to look back at Dai.
"A- And thank you... Not... many people actually... well... Bother to do what you did there..." Johnathan spoke, a brief smile pushing through his scared frown as he tightened his hold on the crossbow, his aim less fidgety and more relaxed, not perfect but it was good for now. He aimed in the direction Sasaki was taken before gazing at his fellow classmates.
"A- Alright guys... L- lets getter done, y- yeah?" He tried to joke, to relieve some of their and his own tension. Standing alongside gruffydd. He looked fearless, and it helped some of the tension he himself was feeling, agreeing to what he had to say, Johnathan nodded his head.
Johnathan gazed, confused and a bit out of the loop when he felt his hand being rested on by another. Johnathan shook his head, and looked at Kumura, his face trembling into a smile. Johnathan hadn't realized just how loopy he was acting, and when Kumura spoke up, Johnathan twitched a little but spoke back to hopefully relief himself of the fear.
"J- Johnathan M- McKenna"
raising his arm, he rested a hand on his shoulder and pulled himself onto his feet, frowning and gazing at the ground, apologetically.
"S- Sorry. I- I didn't know what came over me, everything just... just changed and..."
Johnathan stopped looking at the ground and instead looked at Dai Kumura, he didn't want him to worry about him, though he felt glad he cared for him in this scenario, he needed people he could rely on like him, but most of all he hoped he could return the favor and help out as well. He slowed his speech to make sure he didn't talk too fast and make himself worried all over again.
"Sorry, It's the... adrenaline I think? I- i saw something grab Miss Sasaki. I think it was the thing that grabbed her... It looked like... something out of a damn horror movie...!"
He tried to control his breathing by closing his eyes and counting to ten. Of all the times, this was not the time to be a burden. Even if his legs were trembling he had a weapon. A weapon was a good start, better than being defenseless. After he counted he relaxed, and looked around him.
"We're... in the hole. That's the only thing I remember, we fell in, and appeared here... It can't be the real downtown I mean... life... doesn't work like that... I... right?" He looked to Dai for an answer, even though he was certain he wouldn't receive one, he noticed other students already ready to move on.
"... I don't want Miss Sasaki to..." His face went pale again, but instead he shook his head, not wanting to say the dreaded three letter word.
"Miss Sasaki could be in danger... W- we should try and find her. I- I think that should be our main Pri-P- prio- Priority."
Johnathan then turned to look back at Dai.
"A- And thank you... Not... many people actually... well... Bother to do what you did there..." Johnathan spoke, a brief smile pushing through his scared frown as he tightened his hold on the crossbow, his aim less fidgety and more relaxed, not perfect but it was good for now. He aimed in the direction Sasaki was taken before gazing at his fellow classmates.
"A- Alright guys... L- lets getter done, y- yeah?" He tried to joke, to relieve some of their and his own tension. Standing alongside gruffydd. He looked fearless, and it helped some of the tension he himself was feeling, agreeing to what he had to say, Johnathan nodded his head.
@Blu Is it okay if I make Saito's Iced coffees a restorative items? I mean I'm guessing they would be the only such items our characters would have at the moment?
Got instantly reminded of this:
<Snipped quote by Happy Go Lucky>
Why is why I want to finish up the beginning section pretty quickly so we can get to the free time stuff.
Don't rush it too quickly though. Find a good balance.
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