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Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

She pursed her lips in thought, “I think I’m gonna save the pay out from this one, maybe if I spent less money on sweet stuff I’d actually be able to afford a place that isn’t about to fall down around my ears,” She grinned briefly, and slipped her hands into the pockets of her patched up jeans, unwilling to even chance her bare skin coming into contact with the array of mysterious substances coating the wall behind her, “and that’d be much appreciated, but I don’t know how far you’ll get with it, it was making some pretty funky noises when I left…”

Liv let the slip in preparation slide with nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a pointed look. If it had been anyone else, she probably would’ve refused to continue on principle, but this was Lanius, and she knew his skills on the field more than made up for the small mistake, plus, he had offered to fix her heater. She glanced toward the entryway, checking for casual earwiggers, before filling him in, “He looks like the kind of arsehole who tricks kids into buying stuff that’s been cut with rat poison, but I guess you want more specifics than that,” she smiled ruefully before continuing, “from the pictures, he looked to be around five foot, maybe a little shorter or taller, and probably in his fifties. Also… grey hair, one of those faces that looks kind of ratty, and he was ridiculously skinny. From the reports, it sounds like he tends to stick to one of the back alleys a few blocks away from The Nexus,” she paused, a thoughtful expression flickering across her features, “It wasn’t really clear who exactly ordered this, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say one of the nexus do-gooders finally got sick of him hiding under their influence but didn’t feel like getting their hands dirty.”

She shifted, and moved away from the wall, a kind of restless energy boiling in the pit of her stomach, “In terms of strategy, this shouldn’t be too tough, so we can probably just head straight in and take the guy out, but…” she frowned, her lips stretched taught and white, as she turned back to face her partner “I dunno… there’s something about tonight that just feels… weird, I guess? Like something big’s about to go down,” she shrugged, trying to dismiss the thought, “whatever it is, I don’t know about you, but I sure don’t want to get caught in the crossfire. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible.”

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Much shorter this time =P I like long intros...

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Liv’s ears pricked at the sound of somebody approaching, her fingertips glancing across the cool handle of one of the many knives she had concealed on her person. Every muscle in her lithe form tensed, and her chewing went from casual and relaxed, to slow and methodical. It was unlikely that anyone other than Lanius would’ve stumbled upon their meeting spot, but it never hurt to be prepared, especially on a night like this one. She swallowed, the mouthful of pulped cereal rubbing harshly against her dry throat, and took another bite. Not even the possibility of armed thugs could come between Liv and her favourite snack.

The sound of familiar footsteps and a quiet, but recognisable, murmur announced the presence of her (quite literal) partner in crime, clambering through the boarded up window. Liv relaxed instantly, there weren’t many friendly faces in The City, but that just meant it’s denizens felt all the more at ease with the few there were. A small smile, barely noticeable, flickered across her lips at his friendly jibe, “I had to travel all the way across the city to some old granny’s kitchen for these beauties, might as well enjoy them while they last,” she said, popping the end of the cereal bar in her mouth, savouring the last of the incredible taste as she waited for Lanius to finish making his way across the sea of questionable litter that covered the floor.

“And I’m good,” She said, watching the end of his cigarette as it burned red in the comparative gloom, and shivered “fricking freezing because my stupid heater packed in, but overall good. You?”

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

Arata Hisakawa

”That. Sounds. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Name: Arata Hisakawa

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Personality: Optimistic to a fault, Hisakawa tends to walk a fine line between brightening people’s days, and driving them to near homicidal levels of irritation. In general, he can be a pretty annoying individual, his boundless energy, fascination with everything, and thirst for new experiences mean that talking to him can make for an outright exhausting encounter. He isn’t just a bundle of cheer though, once you get past the initial onslaught of “EVERYTHING IS FANTASTIC LET’S GO RUN A MARATHON!”, he can prove to be a loyal and trustworthy friend, who’s generally willing to listen regardless of whether he fully understands the situation or not.

He tends to veer towards a more spontaneous approach to solving problems, as opposed to thought out methodical approaches as he doesn’t have much patience. He can’t stand being alone, and he hates sitting still for long periods of time (unless he’s working on a complex maths problem, but more on that later), and he’s never finished an entire novel that wasn’t compulsory reading for school.

If he’s having a bad day, he can become very shy and finds it difficult to talk to people. It scares him when this happens (for reasons which will also be explained later), but he’s very determined, and will generally come back the next day ready to tackle whatever problem had him down head on. He lives his life by the motto- ”Sure, you can knock me down, but there’s nothing you can do to stop me from getting right back up again”

Although he’s determined when it comes to random disasters, he can be a bit of a pushover when it comes to actual human beings. His eagerness to try and make sure that everyone around him feels just as awesome as he does leads to him being easily manipulated by people with more domineering personalities, not that he really minds of course, as long as they’re happy, he’s at least partially happy.

History: As a child, Hisakawa was completely different to the person he is today. He was shy and introverted, and really struggled to make friends. His predisposition towards both panic attacks and bouts of depression meant that his parents worried about him constantly, to the point where they decided to pull him out of the public education system and home-school him.

As he got older, his problems worsened, and by the time he was thirteen he had severe social anxiety disorder, agoraphobia, and almost daily panic attacks. Life was unbearable, not just for Hisakawa, but for his parents too. If his aunt hadn’t intervened, the outcome probably would’ve been a lot worse, but luckily, she did. She only visited the family once every couple of years due to the fact that she lived in New Zealand, but when she saw her nephew hiding in a corner, unable to speak to anyone or leave his room, she demanded his mother take him to the doctor’s at once.

After that, it was an uphill battle, but at least he wasn’t going down anymore. Over the course of three years, five different psychiatrists, a dozen different medications, and a total of six months spent on a psychiatric ward (not all at once), he slowly but surely started to leave his anxieties behind him.

Filled with a renewed vigour, Hisakawa feels like he has a lot of living to do if he wants to make up for all the years he lost crippled by anxiety. It was difficult to convince his parents to let him go back into public education, but he did it, and so far has loved every second spent at Yurei High, even though he’s only been there a few weeks. He’s looking forward to joining the occult club, and the art club, and the tea ceremony club, and the advanced quantum physics club, and the…..

Skills:
Smiling!- Yes, he sees smiling as a skill, and he practices it every day, which can be uplifting, annoying, fairly disconcerting, or anywhere in between depending on the individual and the situation.

Colouring in- He takes great pride in his ability to colour inside the lines, and has improved this ability since the last time he was in a class full of other students. He is a touch confused about why this vitally important skill is no longer taught in lessons.

Advanced Mathematics, especially when applied in areas like mechanics - His abilities in maths and physics have baffled his parents since his second birthday, when he first asked his parents ‘what happens when you divide by zero?’. They can’t quite figure out where he got this ability from, seeing as they’re both florists, but they do know it comes in quite handy when they’re working out things like budgets.

Other:
-He still sees a psychiatrist every two weeks, and takes a very low dose of an antidepressant called Nardil, which means he can’t eat smoked or aged meat (he stays away from meat altogether), cheese, large amounts of chocolate or caffeine, and a variety of other things. He also has a list of medications he can’t have, which he keeps in his pocket in case of an emergency. His dosage is currently being reduced under medical supervision, and he eagerly awaits the day he can eat ridiculous amounts of chocolate again.

-His parents own a flower shop, and the whole family lives in a two story flat above the shop.

- Very few people in Yurei High knew him before he started there, and those who do only remember him vaguely because he was home-schooled. He’ll happily explain why he didn’t go to school with anyone else if asked seriously, but he does not take kindly to being called ‘crazy’ or any variant of the word.

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

Is this okay? I can change stuff if you want =)

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”That. Sounds. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Name: Arata Hisakawa

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Personality: Optimistic to a fault, Hisakawa tends to walk a fine line between brightening people’s days, and driving them to near homicidal levels of irritation. In general, he can be a pretty annoying individual, his boundless energy, fascination with everything, and thirst for new experiences mean that talking to him can make for an outright exhausting encounter. He isn’t just a bundle of cheer though, once you get past the initial onslaught of “EVERYTHING IS FANTASTIC LET’S GO RUN A MARATHON!”, he can prove to be a loyal and trustworthy friend, who’s generally willing to listen regardless of whether he fully understands the situation or not.

He tends to veer towards a more spontaneous approach to solving problems, as opposed to thought out methodical approaches as he doesn’t have much patience. He can’t stand being alone, and he hates sitting still for long periods of time (unless he’s working on a complex maths problem, but more on that later), and he’s never finished an entire novel that wasn’t compulsory reading for school.

If he’s having a bad day, he can become very shy and finds it difficult to talk to people. It scares him when this happens (for reasons which will also be explained later), but he’s very determined, and will generally come back the next day ready to tackle whatever problem had him down head on. He lives his life by the motto- ”Sure, you can knock me down, but there’s nothing you can do to stop me from getting right back up again”

Although he’s determined when it comes to random disasters, he can be a bit of a pushover when it comes to actual human beings. His eagerness to try and make sure that everyone around him feels just as awesome as he does leads to him being easily manipulated by people with more domineering personalities, not that he really minds of course, as long as they’re happy, he’s at least partially happy.

History: As a child, Hisakawa was completely different to the person he is today. He was shy and introverted, and really struggled to make friends. His predisposition towards both panic attacks and bouts of depression meant that his parents worried about him constantly, to the point where they decided to pull him out of the public education system and home-school him.

As he got older, his problems worsened, and by the time he was thirteen he had severe social anxiety disorder, agoraphobia, and almost daily panic attacks. Life was unbearable, not just for Hisakawa, but for his parents too. If his aunt hadn’t intervened, the outcome probably would’ve been a lot worse, but luckily, she did. She only visited the family once every couple of years due to the fact that she lived in New Zealand, but when she saw her nephew hiding in a corner, unable to speak to anyone or leave his room, she demanded his mother take him to the doctor’s at once.

After that, it was an uphill battle, but at least he wasn’t going down anymore. Over the course of three years, five different psychiatrists, a dozen different medications, and a total of six months spent on a psychiatric ward (not all at once), he slowly but surely started to leave his anxieties behind him.

Filled with a renewed vigour, Hisakawa feels like he has a lot of living to do if he wants to make up for all the years he lost crippled by anxiety. It was difficult to convince his parents to let him go back into public education, but he did it, and so far has loved every second spent at Yurei High, even though he’s only been there a few weeks. He’s looking forward to joining the occult club, and the art club, and the tea ceremony club, and the advanced quantum physics club, and the…..

Skills:
Smiling!- Yes, he sees smiling as a skill, and he practices it every day, which can be uplifting, annoying, fairly disconcerting, or anywhere in between depending on the individual and the situation.

Colouring in- He takes great pride in his ability to colour inside the lines, and has improved this ability since the last time he was in a class full of other students. He is a touch confused about why this vitally important skill is no longer taught in lessons.

Advanced Mathematics, especially when applied in areas like mechanics - His abilities in maths and physics have baffled his parents since his second birthday, when he first asked his parents ‘what happens when you divide by zero?’. They can’t quite figure out where he got this ability from, seeing as they’re both florists, but they do know it comes in quite handy when they’re working out things like budgets.

Other:
-He still sees a psychiatrist every two weeks, and takes a very low dose of an antidepressant called Nardil, which means he can’t eat smoked or aged meat (he stays away from meat altogether), cheese, large amounts of chocolate or caffeine, and a variety of other things. He also has a list of medications he can’t have, which he keeps in his pocket in case of an emergency. His dosage is currently being reduced under medical supervision, and he eagerly awaits the day he can eat ridiculous amounts of chocolate again.

-His parents own a flower shop, and the whole family lives in a two story flat above the shop.

- Very few people in Yurei High knew him before he started there, and those who do only remember him vaguely because he was home-schooled. He’ll happily explain why he didn’t go to school with anyone else if asked seriously, but he does not take kindly to being called ‘crazy’ or any variant of the word.

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

@Three Great =D I'll get working on a CS now =)

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

This seems really fun =) Kind of reminds me of Haruhi Suzumiya (which I loved! =P), I'd love to join if that's okay?

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

The wind pinched her cheeks, turning her pale flesh pink and raw, forcing her to shove her numb fingertips deep into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. She clenched and unclenched her fists, trying to work some circulation back into the stiff digits, but it was no good, and it seemed her fingers were destined to remain tightly curled up and unmovable for the duration of the time she was outdoors, and probably when she got home, too.

Her lip curled in irritation as she recalled the previous night’s dismal events- somewhere around midnight, the small portable heater in the corner had clonked out, and left her shivering beneath thin sheets. She’d given up on sleep after that, and had spent the rest of the night angrily chomping on her favourite chocolate covered cereal bars whilst sharpening her small collection of knives, watching clouds of mist form with every exhalation.

At least she now knew what she was going to be using her share of the money from this job on, assuming she could find somewhere selling mini heaters at this time of night. If not, she could always get a cricket bat to beat her useless landlord over the head with.

Of course, she knew it could be worse. All around her, concrete flats towered, and she couldn’t help but wonder how many of them contained people who were starving, people huddled in the dark under a single blanket because they couldn’t afford to pay the electricity bill, people whose kids couldn’t go to school because they had to work in order to just live. This lifestyle was toxic, it breathed in hope and coughed out hatred and despair, and Liv knew for a fact that she’d rather die than go back to that.

She clenched her fists again, this time for reasons other than the cold. Everyone in this city was just as bad as each other; The New Order didn’t care about anyone who wasn’t rolling in it, and the various resistance cells could wax philosophical about oppression as much as they pleased, but she knew for a fact that the average bystander was more likely to end up on the wrong side of a resistance gun than one belonging to the government. Of course, the various third parties, such as The Lost and freelancers like her and Lanius probably didn’t help matters, but if it was between this, and being in one of those flats, the choice was easy.

She paused, having spotted the place they’d agreed to meet up in; a disused shop with the windows smashed in, graffiti covering the walls, and likely a couple hundred needles littering the floor. Carefully, she squeezed past one of the previous owners’ attempts at boarding up the windows, making sure not to accidentally scrape one of the many rusty nails jutting out of the rotting planks. Glass crunched underfoot like snow as she picked her way across the room towards a corner that seemed relatively debris free, her nose wrinkled against the pervasive smell of vomit, cat piss, and something that might have been rose-scented air freshener.

This place was probably on the grungier side of their many meetup spots, and she hoped Lanius didn’t mind, but wouldn’t be too fussed if he did. The fact of the matter was that this particular building, in all its urine soaked glory, was much safer than a lot of places. It was out of The New Order’s jurisdiction (not that you’d find anyone on their diamond studded payroll hanging round in area like this anyway), and it was pretty much right round the corner from the Nexus, so it was unlikely any of the various resistance cells would be causing any trouble. It was as good a place as any to meet, as long as you didn’t mind the grunge.

Hopefully they wouldn’t be staying there long, just enough time to figure out how they were going to deal with their next hit; a dealer who’d gotten too big for his boots, capture or kill. He was just the right kind of scummy to not draw too much attention when he ‘disappeared’, but still grant an odd sense of satisfaction when they took him out. More importantly, the pay was pretty good, so even if she couldn’t find a heater to buy, she’d at least be able to afford one. She leaned against a wall, ignoring the fact that it was disconcertingly sticky, and allowed her eyes to close briefly. With any luck, the job wouldn’t take too long, she was tired, and the air had that strange still quality to it that meant shit was about to go down. Whatever it was that was about to happen, she wanted no part in it, it was just common sense that city-scale riots weren’t good for business, regardless of who the participants were.

With that thought, she pulled a chocolate cereal bar out of her pocket, and tore of the wrapper. She watched disinterestedly as the foil wrapper fluttered to the floor, joining the rest of the junk. She took a bite, relishing the crispy chocolatey heaven, a rare smile gracing her lips as she chewed. It was hard to believe that these things had been in pretty much every shop in the olden days, they were pretty hard to come by now, but luckily she’d stockpiled a few boxes full a while ago, and whatever happened, they’d still be there. She knew that some people wouldn’t be happy until they got revolution, but for Liv, survival was enough. She took another bite of the cereal bar, and amended her previous thought; she’d be perfectly happy as long as she was alive, and had a lifetime’s supply of chocolate cereal bars at her side.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Whoops, posted in the wrong section :/ I'm on my phone right now, but I'll fix it when I get home, sorry :/

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Posted in wrong section, sorry!