We Are Trying to Break the Limit

[Faelin]

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Yeah, just like in Final Fantasy. Joking aside...


This is our 'Switching' OnexOne thread where the plot and the characters can change to any moment as long we keep the motivation for a certain thing: to break the character limit of this site. Operation 001 - Mother and son (yes, Jo' is the mother) [be slaughtered by our own writing]

 

[Jovian]

-nudges/bumps- Don't kill me ~.-


I'm working on this right now I have a lot of cr-p to write D<

 

[Jovian]

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Laziness.}

☂​

C

lose ya mouth. Shut the f-ck up. I hear nothing.



B

la bla bla… you’re preaching to the deaf.



N

eed a hug?



H

ow about a pair of lady’s panties?



W

ish I had a dog!



I

ate beef for dinner!



… shut up. Nobody really cares. Whatever sh-t you’re spouting, it just never gets to God, cuz’ he ain’t there. There’s just a pile of dust and a pile of human rubbish. The sky’s the dumpster for those who lack everything. How can you recognize them? Hmph, they all think they control their own lives. Correction, I f-ck ‘em all.


There goes another wasted thought.


It ain’t worth bothering.


Just shut down, if you don’t care, it doesn’t matter.


-F-ck you face mode on-


Whatever.


If you throw reason from outer space, how long does it take to hit someone?


Here’s a catch, it never swoops down. It gets lost in the clouds and that’s why humans end up dumb.


Correction, not just humans.


Hm, are vampires included?


Of course, just not every vampire wishes to admit, to admit his foolishness…


Or he may not care at all, yes, that cold, surpassing its limit, there’s a vampire who doesn’t care. Who doesn’t give a f-ck but whose age isn’t appropriate to his, as they say, childish actions.


Mitsuishi Senri – Got a grudge? I forgive you. Like you matter.


So does age tell us how mature we are; how exquisite is our taste? How endearing is our laughter? How grown up we are? Does it?


Well, if you look at this blood soaked napkin, making dulcet sounds whilst dripping on the floor, so painstakingly meriting a good praise or two for its gleaming structure and a pure even colour of crimson, you may want to think twice before calling it untainted. Because this now was an act of a child...


...biting his own tongue whilst so briskly, energetically and passionately eating the salt treasure of everything that is tasty in this world...


The Popcorn.


Corn, salt, butter and a light drop of oil plus quiet, breezy solitude equals the perfect date for this appearance wise young vampire. Even the finest made dish out of all sorts of specialties could not compare to this; not even blood, said to be a vampire’s favourite delicacy. And currently, under the hot and blazing sun, in the middle of annoying, rigid noises, trapped within the lifeless dry soil and the worst, the absolute worst; enclosed around people.


People everywhere. Their smell, their nasty grins, their idiotic faces, everywhere. And after a while even the trash can he was staring at began resembling a human’s face he so strongly desired to kick, burn and then throw away. Albeit he was tucked in a crude corner, with walls unevenly put up and the dirt so wrongly stamped by someone's lazy foot, drinking and smelling his own blood, he could not erase their presence. Even the sizzling and burning trace salt had left on his tongue wound could not stand above their clatter, let alone their reek. And just like that, despite all the unsatisfactory emotions and occurrences, his expression did not break into million pieces of combined feelings. As always, only one emotion prevailed over every; his face was blank, deadpanned, the sincere face of a person who doesn’t give a single f-ck.


And that way, f-cks them all. Ladies and Gentlemen, idiots and naïve, you are well ignored.


He bitterly threw away the empty bag of popcorn. He had already finished them all with quite a disappointed groan which did not affect his epic face composure. He was leaning against the wall and completely ignored the slight pain in his back. He was holding a napkin soaked in his own blood as a result of him biting his own tongue. He could even make that look cool though and right about now, his thoughts were empty, blank, there was nada people! But where was he now?


Ponnyland. Yeah you read right. Even unicorns flew around in their fluffy tutus, especially those youngsters who really got his nerves clicking. Little pests. There wasn’t a single person at this wedding he did not dislike; except for himself. His hostility towards everyone didn't go unnoticed but his overwhelming apathetic self hasn’t got the time to deal with everyone’s appetite. Especially of those conceited, ignorant fools who think body features buy attention. Yesterday’s event was just that; a woman bragging about her beauty and her boobs and when she had noticed Senri was utterly unfazed, she ranted on and on how her boobs were a sacred unicorn’s cushion blablabla yadayadayaday… Yeah, she even tried to buy him with popcorn but he didn’t get fooled by that. He had seen even rats sexier than her and in the end he got both the satisfaction of 'slapping' her down to earth and getting his popcorn. Problem easily solved; with a slight wicked touch of his most powerful weapon called whatever and his enticing and sharp sarcasm used in a pinch he conquered yet another shameful wall of nonsense.


His head slowly lifted towards the sky, not to admire its… whatever beauty anyone saw in it but to wonder and see whether it would rain or not. If it does… maybe they’ll all just leave and the wedding would be ruined. But nah, not even that thought made him smirk or evince any other emotion except his unflagging nonchalance. There wasn't a single sullen sky in sight. Conclusion: The clatter continues.


{ Popcorn. If it would only be the rain. }




Wait, wait, wait. Halt. It tastes pretty good. Licking his own lips, grasping the salty crumbles that had left and lunging them inside his mouth. It went down, down, down… and he got straight on his feet, parting from the wall.


Does he… need to do this? He doesn’t. Does he remember how he got here? Nope. Where is he? Oh right… his aunt’s sister’s half-brother’s son’s daughter’s marriage. So painful.


A marriage of two vampires with humans as frosting on cake. Should he laugh? Nah, it would be too much of an effort. Too much information.


His feet performed a pace, so unrefined and so scuffing. The blazing sun reached out to him, ready to scorch his rugged skin but it didn’t… haha, it so did not. Who ever told you sun was a menace to vampires. You’ve been fooled. To Senri, it’s a plain hassle like any other object or living thing. Useless, vividly graphic and aggravatingly lambent…


And there it came, entering the runway of defiance, only for a second – a discriminating frown pointed not just towards the sun but all the stares he had received, all those measly stares of both races.


Be cool, ignore. His hands travelled towards his pockets, bulging the thin fabric of that black suit. He got rid of the tie long ago at the entrance. That’s also the place he had left the list of everyone he knew at this poor excuse for a wedding. Ignore, just ignore everyone. You don’t know them.


“Senri! Oi, Senri! Senri! Koko ni kuru! Senri!” Bye bye auntie.


A corner spotted, there’s a bench, his butt wants to nest on it. Mission accepted. He strode towards it like he had never did before.


He sat, he groaned gratifyingly. His butt was at peace… and so was his sprained back.


You got away from the aunt. Score: Senri 1 – Auntie 0.


Here comes the next round.



{I feel so not proud... I hate my lazy side at times like this -3-}