Free Social RP: Maki Meets Katekarin(Closed)

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

So this is a social RP between up coming Maki Yamamoto as an XSG and Katekarin Mekatoku a member of Xcution Seven Guns. Specifically Number 5 of the Seven Guns. Maki has no clue whom is Katekari. It would start out a regular day for both of them. Wake up and do their morning ritual if they have one. Maki, whom spends her time around parks and the such. She also enjoys to do a lot of singing and I can highly bet you she would be at the park doing so. Katekarin had decided to get to the park at around afternoon, the time of which the sun is out the sky is blue, etc. And he wants some shade so he happens to go to the same park that she is in. And we shall see where it progresses from there.

The time is currently morning. So what time said person wakes up. Current meeting time should be around 12 PM. This is meant to just establish some form of relationship between the two and if possible and if Zou would allow it. Would make an interesting insert in ones history. So shall we begin?

Evo you have the first post. Remember! Have fun ^-^

[Maki Sasaki]

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A stirring sound pounded through her ear drums to her brain, itching at her eyes to open and stop the commotion. The sheet draped over her body didn't invite much more than a stiff welcome into reality, over starched and as scratchy as sandpaper. The alarm sounding in her room was louder by the moment; making her head pound with the everlasting annoyance. Her eyes fluttered open to the blinding light sneaking through the curtains, the sun rising in the distance calling to her with half open arms. Steel ran through her veins and anchors where attached to each lash to hold her eyes closed again. A few times she blinks to let the light in, her copper eyes shining like the metal in the rays of orange tint.

Another few minutes of annoyance did her nothing as she sat up to look groggily at her covered feet. She moved each toe, one by one, under the stiff board of fabric. With every movement the sheet slid down, and finally the buzzing cut through her daze. It was so silly to get up so early, but what else was there to do. Her lips parted to let out some voice of reason, but all of it was drowned out by that annoying buzzing. Her eyes narrows on the white wind up alarm clock, and her lips came together curling down. Looking to her left, she sought after something to throw. She bent over the edge, starring down at a slipper placed neatly on her bedside. Black ends slid off of her shoulder and hung down, little edges of red in her peripheral, and her eyes stayed focused on the slipper.

With one arms she reached down, gently lifting the fuzzy black shoe off the carpeted floor. The echoing buzz still pieced through her mind as she wore the scowl on her face and sat up with the shoe in hand. She glared back at the clack face, demanding silently that it silence itself... What a silly notion...

With a swift arm she lunged the shoe at the buzzing time keeper, and down it went. With an abrupt clack on the floor the batteries popped out of the open clock, and silence fell in the room. Her lips curved up into a curt smile, and her eyes softened into the light of morning. She lifted the stiff cover from herself, and let her body move to sit on the edge of her mattress. She slipped on her remaining fuzzy shoe, and stood up groggily. Her over sized night shirt hung loosely on her body below her chest, which was nearly the only other part touching the worn cotton. She slip her feet over towards the fallen clock, flipping the other slipper over and sliding her bare foot into it.

Slowly, she made her way to the dresser. Reaching into an already opened draw and slipping out a white shirt, she blinked and let her eyes flow open again. Another reach dragged out a blue skirt, and that was thrown onto the unmade bed with the button up. She pushed closed the top drawer, then knelt down and opened the bottom. She looked side to side in the drawer, as a hum escaped her lips. She reached in, lifting with both hands a cupcake printed bra, she put it back. The tune became louder, and caught its own tempo in match with a pop song. The highs and lows matching a song about love, and the serenity of a lullaby. She pulled out another bra, this one printed with little cats along with laced edges. Her humming went a bit high, and she smiled again, rummaging through to find the matching panties. She found just as such, and walked over to her bed tossing them down as well.

As her tune became upbeat and audible, she undressed and redressed. Clipping her bra in the back and slipping on her skirt, then of course buttoning her shit in the front and fixing the collar. She reached over to her night stand, taking a pen up to her chest with two fingers. Within seconds she had it slid between her breasts and clipped to the center of her brazier, and she was hopping over to her closet. Humming out the happy tune she slid open the mirror door with two hands, bending quickly and lifting up a pair of black shined shoes with white socks already inside them. Plopping down on the floor there, she slid each sock onto her leg, pulling up and straightening out the wrinkles after taking off her slippers. Her awakening tune turned to one of day time wonders, popping up a note just before moving onto a low one, and keeping the beat with her heart now.

She slipped on her shoes, and walked to her own reflection. Without looking away from her unruffled clothes and bed head, she reached over to her desk and picked up a hair brush. Her fingers slid over its smooth handle a few times, and she lifted it to her head. She stood there, stroking each stands with the brush, again and again. While working her hair for the third time over again, she opened her mouth and began to sing.

"Time to do your thing-. Time to wake up now-. It's time-It's here! The new day you~ng and fresh. There's something waiting there~. Here to take you up-. There's someone standing here~. Waiting to take you there-. So, wake-up-. Do your thing~. And let the day begin-,"

She worked the same spot for, singing that same verse, nearly ten minutes before moving the brush at all. Doing the same over and over, until she brushed all of her hair down and sang her verse over six times.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

Every morning stared out the same way as it did the night before. Around the time of awakening Katekarin would wake up screaming in sheer terror. Staring around his Japanese styled traditional room. The current time was right now 3:40 AM and the alarm had not even set off its loud annoying chime. Katekarin had worn his gas mask to bed as he always did and he was simply sweating underneath it, he dreamed of the same thing over and over again every night. Plagued by these nightmares, he found it difficult to sleep and stay asleep. He had sat up from his bed and placed his foot one by one on the ground as he sat up, his light blue eye had scanned the dark room yet again and the white eye which had been scarred by the past had remained as it was. He had lost sight in that eye a long time ago and everything felt natural to him.

He got up and went to get dressed. He wore two outfits so that Zukarinkuari would be happy that he would be dressed in something comfortable if the chance to get out and take over was given. Katekarin made Jet Black Forsheda A4 gas mask, with lenses fully tinted to prevent anyone from seeing any form of skin or his eyes. The straps of the gas mask that held it to his head came together at the back of his head, many of the straps covered on another both to prevent anyone from trying to take off his gas mask without his consent, and preventing anyone from seeing the back of his head. His usual attire consisted of a business suit, with the color appearing to be a charcoal like shade. He always wore a business suit and that it covered every part of his skin so that one could not get a good look at him.

Zukarinkuari on the other hand had different attire plans. From a subtle business suit, he wore what remained of his strait jacket. It consists of arms that are loose and free giving him control of his arms and the shoulders being exposed. The strait jacket's arms that only expose about 5 inches of his shoulder. The straps of the strait jacket still remain on the arm. His pointer fingers exposed. His strait jacket is still Jet Black, made from leather and the strap connected to the center of his chest his outfit makes him look his weight. He wears a gray Evolution 5000 Military gas mask, with its lenses tinted fully orange, there is only three straps that connect to the back of his head, revealing that he was bald, the straps are still complicated and prevented anyone from attempting to take off his gas mask. His pants was still pieces of his Strait jacket, being jet black and made of leather, with the straps still there.

By the time he had finished getting dressed he the current time was 4:00 AM and he was preparing his afternoon tea. He had an immense love for tea, but had taken it with his meds. He suffered from Schizophrenia which caused him to see things and believe that things were there when in reality it is not. Another case for the med was to keep Zukarinkuari somewhat quiet as he did not want his favorite place to go to, to drink to was destroyed because he was placed in a stressful situation. He always prepared a traveling kit for his home made tea, a recipe that had been passed down from his family for a long time. Giseng was his favorite tea as he loved the taste of the ones his family made. He was prepared for the morning as he had everything set, clothing and all.

When prep was done the current time was 7:00 AM as he had decided to head down to his favorite spot now. He got his tea set and had stepped out the door to catch the bus to Karakura town. An issue he always had when he took the bus was that he would always get stared at. Especially because he wore a gas mask, and that just by wearing one. He could of been a terrorist for all of their concern. So they tended to shy away from the spot where he spot, and honestly he didnt mind. He did not want to get close to anyone and risk getting stabbed in the back.

Once there he had walked to the park and had sat down on a bench right under a tall shady tree. The current time was 12:PM and it was a perfect time to drink ice cold tea. The temperature was right and that the coldness of the tea would keep him cool and hydrated. An issue was that as soon as he arrived and sat down, most people left. He didnt mind, less people means that there wont be anyone to meddle or cause any problems. Little did he know that he was absolutely wrong. He spoke to himself as the hiss of the gas mask and the filtering as the air passed through them occurred "Today is another day... The temperature is right. And I wont be bothered. Peace and quiet." he had sighed as he would gaze out into the park.

[Maki Sasaki]

Maki finally finished her hair after a decent three hours of brushing and combing, starting the day late at ten o'clock in the morning. She set down the hair maintaining products gently on her desk, and proceeded to clean everything she had thrown around. She placed the batteries back into her clock, setting the time properly and plopping it back down on the dresser. She slid both slippers back to her bedside, and fixed the tossed around sheet on her bed. She folded and put away her night shirt, then closed each drawer carefully. She walked to her door, looking back just once to be sure nothing was missed. Turning back and opening the door, one hand on the knob, she reached up with her free hand and caressed her rusted locket gently. She traced over its worn down symbol and little engraved edges, and simply smiled.

In the kitchen she drank water from the sink, being sure not to wet her hair at all by using her hand. He half skipped, right foot first, to the fridge and swung it open with a blank face. She starred at the cartons of eggs, gallon of milk, leftover noodles, and cold white rice. She glanced down at the water melon and pear halves; the half eaten avocado. she looked two shelves up and starred at the bowl of salad next to the sushi she knew was trapped within the take-out box, and the six bottles of water. Her eyes moved to the door shelves, where she saw drinks and jams surrounded by cherries and sauces. She stood up straight and let her arms fall to her sides, then lifted one are and opened the freezer. In there she gave empty looks to the ice cream tubs and frozen dinners, along with the home-made Popsicle put in the night before. She let out a sigh, shutting both doors at the same time. What a shame... She thought as she sighed. "Nothing to eat here," , she complained to herself.

Right foot forwards, he pushed back on her left heel, lunging herself in a half skip to move forwards. She did the opposite, and again with the first, and so on to 'walk'. Again with the singing she went as she slipped on her shoes by the door. "It's time~ to-see-. Just who it is that's look-ing-, for me~. It's time to play~. No more-~ Delay. It's time to see who- it- is-. With- me. No more delay~ It's time to play~ And no-thing will get in my way- I say. Nothing will get in my way," She hummed the same tune as she rose to her feet, smiling just slightly as she looks to each side before walking out her front door.

As she pushed off the heel of her back foot to move forwards like in the kitchen she hummed the same tune, modifying little pieces to fit better together. Making a few low notes a tad higher, and honing some of the pauses and holds. Her hair bounced with each step along with her jiggling masses bound underneath her fitted button up. She kept her hands as if she were holding her sleeves, though they weren't long enough to hold and her hands had nothing to grip but skin. She did not lose pace in her skip-stepping nor did she fall over herself as she made her way down streets and the likes. She came to a corner, the one side busy and her side nearly empty of life. She stopped dead; no humming or skipping, and starred at the people over there with a worried face. She frowned and twitched a brow, than took a deep breath.

Once the light changed, she took three steps a crossed the street before pausing in the middle. She starred at the on coming people with a twinge of horror in her eyes, but a straight face. Clenching her fists, she held her breath and took powerful steps around the entire crowd. Her arms sprang up when an arms brushed against her, and she hugged herself as best she could. Walking... She just kept going with her head cast down at the floor, eyes peering up through her hanging down hair. She dove around men and women, swerving close to buildings and hugging walls to let other people pass first without touching her. Please go away... Please all of you just disappear or die... Just die so I can walk you... You things... Just go away! she bit her lip as another person brushed by her, their bare arms touching her hand as they went.

Looking in every direction she searched for a way out. slowly, as she turned her head, she saw the people turn to demons before her eyes. Each one growing their legs so that they could see the second story of a building, horns sprouting from their heads in every direction and teeth shooting out of their mouths. Their skin turned red and brown, gray and blue, all of it cracking and oozing green from the cuts. All of the face grew too high for her to see, and the arms started to drag on the floor. Gangly fingers with disgusting nails lugged behind terrifying creatures from another place, their elbow bones sticking out pointing up and wrists covered in spikes. Don't touch me... None of you touch me! Her eyes dated to their heads as she backed against a stone wall oozing with blood from its seems. She could feel the warm juice run down her shirt and over her spine, slipping into her panties and through everything then down her legs to the floor. The puddle she made gleamed in the sun when the rays got passed the towering monsters. Se starred up at their faces, each one cast in shadow. Her face painted nothing but pure fear on it.

"Don't come near me..." she whispered to herself. Stay away from me... Don't notice me here... She creeled along the wall, crimson smearing itself on the solid stone. As she made it only a few feet, a monster started to bend over. It's hair flew back, dripping and grimy, as it lunged its upper half down to her level. The things arms curled in circles on the floor, and as she watched in horror the thing come face to face with her, she couldn't bear it. The stench of it's breath filled her nose, and she could feel herself losing air as it sucked it out of her lungs when it breathed. Its demented hand lifted up like a snakes head and touched her shoulder, its mouth opening to hiss a satanic sound. A single shriek escaped her just before she ran facing the floor. she bolted through the legs and hands of the twisting sidewalk, until the blood dripping from the walls dried up and the creatures all turned back to people.

She slowed, gasping and holding herself with both arms. She looked at her hands, and saw no blood. Turning back, no demons were following her. She looked ahead, observing the serene park grounds. She watched the leaves ruffle in trees and looked up at the sun glaring down on little flowers. "Alright... I'm fine... Their all gone now..." She dusted off her shoulder where the thing had touched her, and walked a crossed the street to the park. She looked around, wondering where to go. Her face had no expression, just a blank and unresponsive stare. I wonder who I get to be today...? She glanced around, and simply started walking towards the larger trees where there were no people. This should be a nice place to sing... No one will come to find me over here... With that she headed towards the shady salvation to sing in the afternoon, and she headed over humming the same song she had started when she left her home.

She stopped again, sliding on some of the grass beneath her feet. A second glace around now that she could make out a little sack next to a tree. She bent over a bit, getting a closer look from afar, her breasts being held in her bra like water balloons in bowls. The wind blew back, giving those behind her a quick and pleasant view as she stood at a right angle. Her right foot jumped forwards, and her body sprang back up straight only to curve back by the spine to support her chest a bit more. She pushed off of her back heal and moved forwards, making little thuds on the softening ground as she did. Her hums grew louder as she approached, for she knew what could happen catching someone too off guard.

"I wonder who this is," She sang in a higher tone, upbeat and curious. She hopped to the side, taking a better look at the park attendee. She stopped and starred a moment at his jet black suit and tie act mismatched with a gas mask, and glanced down at his bag. She kept a straight face, with open eyes full of cat like curiosity. Another tune came to her as she looked at him sitting calmly in the shade. "I see it is a man-. A rather simple 'him'- Sitting and calmly plotting in the park-! He sits and he sips, play-ing~ no~ tune~. I wonder~ if-his-head wi~ll turn~ soon~..." She crossed her left leg behind the other while standing a good six feet away from him, letting her legs be the buffer as she went down to sit on the grass. I suppose today I'm going to be a curious cat. It fits for now... She starred at his mask, and then down at his shoes. She looked at the grass beneath him, then at the trunk his back rested upon. He leaned on one arm, wearing a seamless face of curiosity.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

The temperature was perfect for an evening of drinking tea. The wind blew at a decent speed and the shade brought a perfect natural blockage of the harmful sunlight. Everything was fine as he would remove a small traditional japanese cup from his kit and placed a straw into it. He brought the straw close to his gas mask and it had gotten passed the filter with ease, allowing him to drink his tea without any problems. He always enjoyed a peaceful afternoon because there was not anyone who could become a potential stress causer. Most of them usually walked by, on their way to do what ever they had needed to get done. A select few would turn their heads to Katekarin and wonder what was wrong with him. Why would he wear a gas mask in the middle of a park? But never the less they continued on with their way.

Today would turn out to be a very nice day. Until he heard someone speak but the way she spoke was odd in itself, it was not in a normal speaking tone but more of a singing type. "I see it is a man-. A rather simple 'him'- Sitting and calmly plotting in the park-! He sits and he sips, play-ing~ no~ tune~. I wonder~ if-his-head wi~ll turn~ soon~..." this voice was new and that he had wondered what or whom had said those words. He took a scan around the park in which he was greeted with an odd sight. A young girl whom appeared to be around the age of 16. What really got his attention, wasn't how she appeared, her body was shaped, or the attire she wor. What really got his attention was the fact that she was standing in front of him. In his opinion, most teenagers whom had been that aged would of turned around and walked in the opposite direction as if she had not seen anything. "It is odd that she had not turned around and ran.." Katekarin said to himself as he noticed in deed that she was just standing there. The way that he sat was a proper way a male should sit. Both of his feet plated firmly on the ground with his kit sat next to him as he held a tea cup in which he drank out of. He simply stared at the young woman whom he did not know, was going to have an impact on his life. Whether it was good or bad.

[Maki Sasaki]

The strange mans head turned, the front of the mask facing her direction. She leans back on both hands, starring at his gas mask. People normally asked why she sang, but all the same this man had to be different than that. She looked at his little bag filled with tea, and up to the tea cup in his hands. She glanced up at the clear sky, following the white cotton candy with her eyes alone. The wind blew calmly as little rays of sun hit her face through the tree, and she looked back at him finally. Her orbs of copper tried to see past his tinted goggle eyes, and through the gas mask to his skin. It had to be odd for him, so long as that attire wasn't just a freak fashion choice, for someone to look at him like that. She had to stay in the part though. That of a curious teenage girl come to look into the rabbits hole.

Her red lashes showed the most hue when the little gleams of sun would break through the leafy wall, highlighting the brown in her eyes and under toning the red. Giving them the appearance of a deep brown veil hiding streams of blood. Her skin itched on her legs where ever the grass touched, but a teenager wouldn't pay any attention to that... She had to stay in character. I wonder how I should ask... I would be blunt I suppose... Curiosity killing the cat and all. She leaned forwards, he breast sandwiching between her back and knees, and look him where the eyes should be. Her voice came out, calm and toned up for earshot's sake. You know... I am..." She paused, nearly singing out her next word without realizing it. "Wo~nder-ing-" She paused, regaining her curious kitten expression.

"I am wondering who you are to need something like that in a place like this... A playful smile crept onto her face, ad her eyes narrowed ever so slightly to show a sport of some kind. "Should be expecting to clock out?" The wind blew back her short hair, the black velvet fading up into the red... It looked as if the ends where separate and holding on to the red for dear life as the wind blew. She could feel her shadow moving with the wind, dancing beneath her. Slowly, it crept up onto the tree trunk, making inverted faces and signs above the already strange mans head.

Starring at her shadow, she giggle and waved her hand in the air in front of her, slapping nothing. She held her mouth to hold in her laughter, and she looked back up with an amused face, her eyes directed passed him to the rude thing hiding in plain sight. How crude... Shoo, shoo. I'm not breaking character for you. Her copper eyes look back to him, and she spoke again. Why are you wearing a gas mask sir?" Ending her sentence with her head tilting slightly to the right, with a puzzled face painted over retreating giggles, waiting for him to reply through that thing.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

He had stared at the young girl and continued to watch her every movement. To Katekarin it was a wonder why she had not turned around to run or walk away. But instead had knelt on the grass and had stared right back at him. The sun was blocked by the rustling leaves of the tree which shaded them from the burning sun while the tea he drank had kept him cool as the wind had blew around them. This girl was still not running away but had shown her curiosity just by the way her face appeared. Her attire seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary. To his concern she looked like she was just a normal high school girl whom had wandered around the park in search of something interesting and here it was. A man in a gas mask.

She went forward and continued to stare at Katekarin. You know... I am..." she stopped before resuming her singing. Wo~nder-ing-" he knew what she was going to ask. He knew that she would ask about his gas mask. "I am wondering who you are to need something like that in a place like this... Should be expecting to clock out?" the wind blew and he had watched as the wind blew her hair. He simply continued staring. He had not known a lot about this young woman to speak. In fact he still did not trust her to the point where he would begin to speak little. She continued on with her question. "Why are you wearing a gas mask sir?" this question he had gotten used to. And she only received silence on her end. She needed to gain his trust for an answer.

[Maki Sasaki]

Her red hair tinted itself black on the ends and glimmered like drying blood where the sun shined on it through the tree branches. The wind whistled calmly through the world around them as she starred into the black tinted circles of the mask that protected his eyes from exposure. The assisted breathing sound reminded her of sitting next to a man in a hospital that needed a breathalyzer to live or something, but that wasn’t what was so interesting. His hidden disposition and appearance to the world; that was what interested her. Why hide the majority of yourself from everything? I wonder if he is scarred of everything… That could be it. Though he doesn’t seem to be that kind of man… I wonder what twists his knobs around backwards, She lifted her right arm from the ground and bent it up, clenching a loose fist along with extending her wrist, touching her bent proximal interphalangeal of the index to her bottom lip in thought. Her thin lids closed over her eyes, and she bent her head down to think deeper. What could it be that makes him act so… Like this?

The wind blew again, rustling the leaves together and breaking a few to fly off into the streets beyond where the tall demons with their long arms roamed about. The branches cracked, snapping her eyes open again, her nose reeling back from the smell of decaying flesh. She sat there, frozen like a statue in time, her eyes wide and pupils smaller in shock and a bit of disgusting fear. She looked at him clearly now, goo dripping from the edges of his mask. She saw the red slush in the tint of his eye protectors, and the full body stain of mucus excreted from rotten flesh. She could see the little maggots crawling around his suit, in and out of loosened seams and through holes in his neck; the skin peeling off of his muscle on his hands, exposing the palmar aponeurosis. The air around her turned to ice, freezing the corpse enough to keep it from degrading completely.

As her lips parted, and a small sound of shock escaped her, his head moved to the side, observing her closely as she did the same. The gush inside the black tint shifted, leaving stain marks on where it sat without moving for so long. The foam inside masking the top of the liquid… She could only wonder where it came from. She watched his neck in amazement as his muscles convulsed to move his head to see her clearly, and looked up to the slushing of bubbled juice in his tinted socket protectors. A moment ago this man was alive, breathing, and free of maggots and frothing blood… Or was that part the allusion? Her eyes opened wider as she looked on him, arguing the truth with herself.

Her lips parted again, her mouth letting out a high, curious question without song. “Are you dead, is that it? Is that why you look like that and dress so funny, because you’re dead?” , her eyes zones in on the froth in his worn gas mask. Or are you being dead an allusion, and you are alive?” Her question sounded curious, yet with no playful tune in it.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

The girl did not run instead she just continued to observe him. This young girl was either extremely curious or did not have anything better to do than just sit there and stare at someone whom did nothing other than stare at her. But his attention became focused as soon as she released a small sound of shock. Stat wise, his sense was high enough that he would of been able to sense the gasp or sound of shock that she made as she continued to stare at him. This confused Katekarin as he did nothing to do the such that he felt that would take her attention more. He watched her as she continued to observe Katekarin. This girl was a strange one never the less as as he already mentioned. Anyone of a normal brain wave would of turned around and walked away. But instead she simply stared at Katekarin.

What caught his attention some more was when she parted her lips and asked her question. This question was an odd one because he had not been asked this question before. And he listened closely for any signs of sarcasm or any signs that would let him know that he was being tricked. But her tone of seriousness was able to deter such suspicion. The glare of the sun had not bothered him due to the dark tinted lenses that he had owned for the gas mask and he could observe anything without the glare of the sun. He continued to sip his tea as he listened to the question. “Are you dead, is that it? Is that why you look like that and dress so funny, because you’re dead?” he continued to listen for her to end her question before he would "reply" because he had felt that this one deserved an answer. "Or are you being dead an allusion, and you are alive?” he finally took a deep breath as his gas mask would hiss due to the breathing. And answer her question. "Yes.. I am very much alive as you. Or unless you too are dead." he replied. His voice was muffled by the gas mask and he continued to observe the young lady. He wondered what she would reply with. Or if she will reply at all.

[Maki Sasaki]

She sat there in shock watching the skin peal back further and further. Her eyes could only grow wider as the maggots got fatter while they feasted on the skin. She could see them now... Each crevasse and bump, their mucus excreting from each greased pore, it only made her recoil into her self. Her arm growing closer to her body and her resting hand gripping her stomach as she starred at them, each one making a bigger and bigger hole as he starred through those tinted frames. The blood started to gurgle out of the cracks forming in the frames, and it dribbled out over the giant maggots bodies, coating them in a red cascade.

They had no eyes, the maggots, yet she starred into them as each one squirmed its way through the ever expanding holes in his frame. The blood and excreted fluids socked through the grass, making its way to her legs where she sat. She could feel the ground moisten beneath her, yet all she could focus on were those bugs the size of sea cucumbers. her eyes darted around his body following each one, trying to keep up with them, she moved back just a bit. Still no answer... Her eyes shot to a single moth, slowly ripping its way out of his jaw, cracking it open to make room for its massive body. His chest convulsed as it broke free, starring at her from so close.

A box closed in around her, tiny holes barley allowing air to get through in the walls caked on top of one another. She eyed down the giant moth, frozen in pure fear. Nothing else was portrayed in her eyes but fear and shock locked in its own dream of reality. Hey eyes were no longer in focus with the rest of the world.

As the things pounced into the air, aiming towards her, she flinched, her eyes jumping and narrowing in on its fuzzy face. Her mouth wouldn't open to scream, and her body wouldn't move to react. She was nothing more than a house about to be pelted by eggs thrown by misfits. Through the screens with tiny holes, muffled by reality a voice echoed to her, erasing the images flashing in front of her. "Yes.. I am very much alive as you. Or unless you too are dead." Her eyes jolted up to reality, where the same man sit in his pressed black suit and leather gloves, with his gas mask strapped to his head. The little circle tints with nothing sloshing behind them, and no insects crawling around him.

Within an instant of hearing his voice everything snapped back into place. The green leaves being caressed by the wind, and the little rays of sun shining on them both. His voice was so shocking, it snapped away the terror for her this time. She looked at him, as he had looked at her before. Finally she was seeing him clearly. A smile replaced her half opened mouth, and she shut her eyes from the light, casually keeping her hands in place as if nothing had happened. Anyone would know that was an act at least, even if they didn't know this attitude was not.

"Well, well. You can speak. I can assure you that I'm alive, so you must be too," She let a giggle come out naturally, playing the part well. Her eyes opened softly, and gazed on him again with a curiosity that would amaze most after her earlier display. Her hair blew gently in the breeze, and it only softened her appearance to an innocence. For one reason or another, this innocence has never suited her. It came as more of a devious expression, with no real intent behind it. That much could be seen. Her posture relaxed as her mind again came to terms with all the fear, holding in the tears of pain from falling during the act. I wonder... Who he is. She turned her head to the side, hoping he would stay living. He did.

In a gentle tone, unbecoming of her unknown character to this strange man, she asked again a question. "Please tell me who you are, I'm curious as to that answer,"

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

The girl was still there she had continued to stare at Katekarin whom had stared back at her. This continued to go by, albeit strangely. The wind continued to rustle around the branches and the leaves as it blew around her hair. The light sometimes shined onto Katekarin, though he did not mind due to his tinted lenses. The glare from the sun was non existent as he continued to watch the young girl. She was still staring back at him. He did not know that it was a hallucination that she was suffering and that the question that she had asked made him simply think that she had a good acting skill and this question that she had asked was to make him reply.

After he had spoked she looked at him and smiled. This smile made him stare at her some more. What he said made her smile? Now to him that was odd. "Well, well. You can speak. I can assure you that I'm alive, so you must be too," she let out a small giggle which made Katekarin continue to watch the young girl. First she gasped in horror and after observing her, she had appeared to be in great fear to after he spoke she had smiled and giggled. This intrigued Katekarin especially because all he did was speak and there she started to giggle. All around them people had long departed and had decided to walk around them. Simply to avoid the strange man in a gas mask.

He was asked another question. Her voice was gentle and she had continued to watch him. "Please tell me who you are, I'm curious as to that answer," this question was an odd one. What reason does she have to be curious of a stranger whom had dressed weird for a living? He had considered replying to her but he did not know what to reply with. Most of the time when they had asked him that he would simply give them silence. But because she was slowly showing that she does not mean a threat by yelling or anything he decides another short answer. "That I cant tell you." he replied.

[Maki Sasaki]

She sat there, eyes locked on his masks tinted pieces of glass. Somehow she wanted to see through that, for normally there was always something in the eyes to scream out the answer. This man however… He was so different. He was barely talking or moving, nothing to give away anything. So secretive, and in a way she loved it. If only she was playing the devious type today…

Without warning sound came from his mask, always without warning. It was so shocking, but she wouldn’t jump. Life had been a bit too graphic for her to just jump at such a weak croaking sound, for she had heard the blood curdling groans of dead and dying women and men, all begging for life to be given back to them. It was funny in a way, how she couldn’t read him at all with that mask; how she couldn’t see when he was about to speak. "That I cant tell you." he replied. It was so intriguing to listen to his voice, such a monotone hidden by a fuzz. It was like when the speaker was drenched in water the day before and making a white noise somewhere far of in the back… So fun to listen to, but of course fun wasn’t something a curious cat would see in that. It would be something else to question, something to analyze; that’s all.

Her head turned to the side with a puzzled look in her eye, and a little frown formed on her face behind her hand. She scanned over him again, taking in his suit and black gloves… I wonder if under those gloves what I saw was really reality… A little sigh of concern came from her lips, but then it mixed with her curious state. She starred for nearly a minute at his entire being, and finally she returned to where his tinted eyes were.

Her head tilted back upright, and to the other side. She narrowed her eyes, then let them both open and see him clearly. She wind blew back her hair from her face, forcing it to hold onto her scalp for fear of blowing away. Even with the wind blowing dirt in her eyes she kept them open, she kept starring at the man before her. She knew not to look away from people that told you nothing. “Than maybe…” She murmured to herself as she exhaled, her eyes going down only to return up. She smiled again, and that curious softness returned to her melting copper eyes. If I don’t keep the part than he’ll run away or kill me… I don’t know enough to break character just yet… She raised her head a bit, looking at him deeply. “Well then. What’s you name?” Her tone raised in that questioning manor at the end, hoping he’d tell her.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

The girl continued sitting there and watching him. He stared back at her, through the tinted lenses and continued to observe her. This girl was showing curiosity more and more as she would asks questions that revolved around information that he had given. He did not mind being asked such questions. But he did mind answering them, and as a result he would find it uncomfortable answering questions that were about him. This was partly because he had just met her and that she does not have any good points or bad points. So his feelings about her were still on the neutral side. But there was thing that caused her to learn towards the good point and trust was that she has not attacked him yet. Even though they have been conversing for a while now, or better yet she was just talking to him. It was slowly starting to become clear that she will not attack. Or he had hoped she wont.

He continued to observe her as the wind blew part of her hair. Her eyes continued to stare back at his, and he knew she wasnt aware of that fact. Before his response had caused her to turn her head away and show a sign of confusion and in his opinion a bit disappointment. He wondered what she was so interested in trying to find as he was not as interesting to where he should be pestered by questions. And as a result he continued to watch her, closely and observing the things she did or said. She turned again and stared him deeply. This didnt bother him and he stared back. “Well then. What’s you name?" he simply continued to observe the girl His name was of non of her concern and he wondered what was so important about finding what his name was. "My name? Well.. that is irrelevant to the current subject." he talked back. But if you insist? My name is Katekarin Mekatoku Rinkashimidoari" he hoped that he was telling his name to the right person.

[Maki Sasaki]

She continued to watch him, realizing that starring without looking away was nothing that a curious idiot would do. She in turn, glanced at the butterfly as it flew on in front of her. Taking in its wings as if there was no detail in them. It was almost depressing how true idiots don’t notice these little details, but either way. Once it passed she looked back at this strange man in front of her. He didn’t seem to be getting any more relaxed than she really was. Normally she would sit back and observe from a safer distance than this. If this man truly was an enemy staying on the defensive than what was she going to do? Moving here was still so… New. There wasn’t anything she had an idea about yet, for she didn’t yet want to brand herself. School was still the go and leave zone, and now this. This was her first encounter and how curious it was. This man filled with paranoia that made no sense in this public place. She noticed all the odd stares, and all those fools that thought she was the one in danger. If anything attacked there was no way- I shouldn’t get cocky when I know next to nothing…

His auto tuned voice echoed through the mask, "My name? Well.. that is irrelevant to the current subject." Her eyes dilated at this, and she moved her vision to meet where she presumed his was. She thought that was smart. Though I wonder what the subject is then… His snack? She nearly opened her mouth to speak when again his metal toned voice made itself known. “But if you insist?” Oh… I didn’t insist just yet though… She wanted to smile so wide, but of course only a devious one would do that. Someone unpredictable, and odd; perhaps even a person that is different each day in some form. That’s it isn’t it… Each day anew… How perfect… Thank you… [/color] Her smile became large, as he would take it in regard to her enjoying learning his name. Really she had gained something from this and it made her happy, but all the better to stay in character.

“My name is Katekarin Mekatoku Rinkashimidoari" That was it then. She had learned the name of a stranger that acted like the world was ending whom she met in the park. People were starring at them as they walked by not far away, and wondering what odd love story was playing out. Most of them likely thought she was an idiot little girl kid napped by this strange man with such a long and unknown name to them. Now to her he was known, all she had to do now was find a way to read him like the rest of them. If only he wasn’t dressed so… So odd like that. Though how did people address him? Perhaps that was why he was so against stating his name. Do they call him by the last part? Perhaps the middle instead… She knew calling anyone by they’re first name was improper though. Her face was puzzled, and filled with a bit of distress. She could only meet his reply with silence and distress in her expression, almost painting the question on her face like a true fool. What in the hell do I call him when he has such a long name… She thought to herself , the very idea playing a crossed her face.