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Mako Fujita

Second Squad, Unseated

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Reiatsu100 Defense30 Strength10 Speed20 Spirit40 Applicationa king ruled by fear, Threadsrules only an empty castle.

Survival [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 1, 2017 12:28:25 GMT -5

Post by Mako Fujita on Jun 1, 2017 12:28:25 GMT -5

WARNING: Mention of suicide, depression, murder, sexual and physical abuse, as well as other adult themes.
Mako had been minding his own business- at least as best he could in the Rukongai's darker districts, carefully paddling along through the alleyways- he was intending on utilizing them as he normally did to avoid as much confrontation with others as possible. His senses telling him which ways were usually safe to go down, and which weren't, but not all choices were easy. Some turns were too long, and alleyways stretching a fair distance- and as such he ran into points where even with all his sensory, and preparation- he ran into individuals. However, usually, it was not literally- this was one of the rare instances where it was as literal as it got. Mako had dashed down one alleyway, intent on avoiding a signature of energy that was becoming far too close for comfort- when he found, to his horror, it continued to follow him. Furthermore, he was running out of possible turns, and his anxiety was growing- was someone chasing him? He'd made plenty of individuals angry enough to warrant such but usually, people didn't hunt him with this much fervor, usually, they gave up after a few turns. It was getting close enough that he could actually identify it far more accurately- and that caused his panic to increase even more.

He had to run, and run- however, the more he took turns the more the signature- a female, got closer. Able to identify her sex now, but not close enough for him to try and feel what her intentions were- and he didn't want her to come closer either. With a panic, he spun, intent on attempting to dash around her and surprise her so that he had a moment to escape- instead, however, as he rounded the corner- he felt his body stumble. Lack of food and his form already being weak and imbalanced due to constant abuse- he stumbled straight into the girl. It was at this point he felt her intent, and realized with confusion- she had likely not even noticed him, when he felt out against her- he found only surprise As much as his own fear as he crashed directly into her, causing the woven basket to tear- he heard things rolling and thumping to the ground, as well as all over him, as he held his head and groaned softly in confusion and pain. It felt like he'd run into a wall, not a woman or girl- he wasn't even sure which it was yet.

Rubbing his forehead and chest that had made contact with her, he hauled his lean frame upward, laying on his back with his upper half now propped up by his elbows, his brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and fear- even if she hadn't been intending on chasing him before, now there was no way in hell she wouldn't be angry. His eyes flashed from her, noting her eyes, hair color, facial expression- everything he could look at, he did, taking in each detail in an instance. Eyes like a dead fish, hollow, half-open and empty of emotion stared up into her own eyes- his face blank, void of anything that may give away fear, or insecurity. He knew all too well that when angry people preyed on fear- similarly, being angry or emotional just got them even more angry with you. If he was lucky, she wouldn't strike him at least, but he doubted even that judging by her looks. She didn't look like the nicest girl, and he looked like trash .. a fitting and apt description since that's exactly what he was. Matted black locks falling over his face and eyes as he weakly held up a hand, and a single word managing to slip out:

"Sorry,"

It wasn't as though the apology wasn't sincere, his tone suggested it was, however, it held an underlying distant feeling- monotone and dull, and his blank expression certainly didn't help anything. Still, he had apologized, and he meant it- he knew the next step was her own. Some people simply brushed him off, maybe spat on him- others tended to beat the living hell out of him for his "fuckup" just for an excuse to vent out their stress. If he could, he'd try to run from that .. he maybe could get away from the girl in that situation, though he wasn't entirely certain of such, it was at least worth an attempt. Still, if he was really lucky the girl would fall under the first category and simply let him be.

He had no idea that he was incredibly lucky- though not in the way he would have initially assumed or hoped.

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Last Edit: Jun 3, 2017 3:48:36 GMT -5 by Mako Fujita

Moriko Abe

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Survival [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 2, 2017 20:15:46 GMT -5

Post by Moriko Abe on Jun 2, 2017 20:15:46 GMT -5

Few of the passers-by reacted to the pitter-patter of small feet across the ground. By now, the little girl was hardly a strange sight in the neighborhood. There she went again, back and forth between homes and stores. Back and forth. Back and forth all day... To some, her tiny frown had become a welcome sight, for it meant there would be food on the table. For the grumpy girl, it meant the same. Though the basket she was carrying could provide food for her for over a week, making off with it would cut her off from a slower, but steady supply. This was how she'd passed the days, weeks, months, years. That, and grouching about. It was a slow, dreary, boring life, but it was a life. Nowadays, other shops were asking her for help. Tailors asking her help to deliver mended clothes, doctors were asking her to deliver herbs and medicines, and she'd even got a request to bring someone flowers once.

Such was the life of Moriko Abe, Rukongai urchin and since a few years, delivery girl. Life just kept getting more and more odd, though. Lately, she'd begun to feel strange things around her. It was the odd sensation of someone staring at you, even though you couldn't see them doing so. Moriko never bothered to investigate. Often in the past few days, Moriko found herself glancing over her shoulder, looking for someone that was never there. Today was the same. It had always been the same as any other day, but she'd been feeling that same sensation all day now. She could guess a general direction, but never directly saw it. Whatever it was, it was either on her route, or for some reason following her path, but constantly ahead of her. She didn't exactly feel threatened by it, though, so she just scurried along to her destination. There were more important things right now than satisfying her own curiosity.

Moriko's thoughts had already drifted off to an entirely different subject, no longer even noticing the approaching feeling in the back of her head. Between her hasty jog and poor visibility due to the hard buns stacked in her basket, she could barely see right in front of her. Most of the time it didn't matter, because adults were generally tall enough to spot. This proved to be a big mistake, as she suddenly smashed into something. First she heard the noise of snapping bamboo, then the sounds of a human being. As the boy she'd apparently ran into started to sit up, Moriko had already scrambled onto her hands and knees and was picking the buns off the ground, patting them off and putting as many of them into the basket. She groaned. The angle of the collision had caused a massive tear in the bottom. No way she could use it to carry the buns around.

The muttered sorry caused her to whirl around. The kid looked like total garbage, but Moriko was too pissed to pity him. "Sorry?" she huffed, an angry expression on her face. "Sorry's not going to fucking cut it! Goddammit, my head's going to roll if I don't deliver this shit in time!" she exclaimed, her focus turning from the boy to the stack of mostly-clean buns. No way she was going to be able to carry that big, unbalanced stack all the way without some buns tumbling off and rolling right out of that huge hole! She could probably carry most of them in her shirt, but she needed all of them. Turning back to the boy, her eyes narrowed. So he thought he would just get away with an apology, huh? And what was that act? Trying to look sad so she'd let him off the hook? Well, he was in for a shitty surprise if that was what he suspected.

"No, you're going to help me! I need to deliver those buns, all of them, or I can kiss my dinner goodbye!" Well, not really. She had some bread and other food saved in her home, but losing out on a day's work sucked major ass. Maintaining her infuriated squint, Moriko looked over the kid's body. Damn, he looked even more emaciated than her. A grimace spread across her face, but she supposed fair was fair. "...Y'know, they give me food for doing this delivery stuff. If you help me out, I suppose I can share some." she said reluctantly. Though enraged at the situation, Moriko was now finally calming down a little. She could hardly leave the kid to starve.

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Mako Fujita

Second Squad, Unseated

219 Posts

Reiatsu100 Defense30 Strength10 Speed20 Spirit40 Applicationa king ruled by fear, Threadsrules only an empty castle.

Survival [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 4, 2017 7:32:58 GMT -5

Post by Mako Fujita on Jun 4, 2017 7:32:58 GMT -5

Ah. She was mad.

There went the idea that she would just ignore him and keep walking, still, she at the least wasn't reacting too violent toward him just yet. There was a clear degree of anger in her expression, and her words made it even more apparent- but there was no form of blow thrown just yet as she quickly scattered about gathering the rolls and piling them up. Ah. Her bag had ripped, how troublesome- that would explain why she didn't just leave him after the initial collision. Slowly, and as quietly as possible- he would straighten as the girl specified that an apology wasn't enough, well, that was fair- an apology literally did nothing. It was a defense mechanism devised by people in order to ease tensions and halt an altercation by pretending to give a shit about the other individual's feelings or thoughts. Quietly, his eyes would trail over the entire situation- she was carrying buns, and judging from the way she was talking it wasn't her own food source. Most likely a delivery then- and her words rapidly clarified this line of thought. So she was delivering food to earn her food, it wasn't that he'd not considered the concept- but he knew all too well what it would mean if he started to appear more frequently in the Rukongai's limelight.

Even as a delivery boy, he'd become a target- he knew all the things that could go wrong, the pain that it could cause him. Not to mention how many people already hated him as a thief- he was certain it would only make the situation worse trying to suddenly have an "amicable job" and he wouldn't get anything of what he made as countless people hounded him to "pay them back". As such, he could already feel the way the conversation and line of thought the young girl had was going- the way her expression twisted, looking at him and the mountain of rolls before she even spoke he knew what was coming- and it was a bad idea. Yes, he could understand the fact she couldn't carry it all on her own effectively, but he was certain him traveling along with her would only make matters worse for her. If she was associated with him even slightly the soul king knew who would get in their way or try to stop them due to his presence- he didn't really give a fuck about her, but he didn't want to stick out his neck just to deliver some rolls to some fucker that wouldn't even share the rolls get them. Similarly, the girl was just using him so she could get her meal as well- what the hell did that matter to him?

As the words came forth, he internally sighed- even as his exterior shell remained blank and expressionless, limited to no movement as she ranted about how he was going to help deliver the bread- all of them. He opened his mouth, p[repared to explain the argument that seemed most logical: he was hated bad she would be put in danger with his presence near her. More of a hindrance to her- but he stumbled on his words at the glare the girl was shooting down at him; he wasn't good at glaring, angry, forward people. He wasn't good at social interaction, to begin with, but with people like this even more so- if she was swinging things at him and trying to rip away his rags that people tried to call clothing, she'd be the same as his father down to everything but the physical stature. As such, his words stumbled and his reaction was halted- forcing him to blink as she examined him, and visibly grimaced- his head tilting slowly at the next words she spoke. Being glared at, looked at in disgust or disdain was normal for him- it didn't faze him in the slightest.

However, the words were completely out of left field- he could anticipate almost anything, he had to in order to survive: but he couldn't anticipate these false emotions people tried to play off as kindness. Something he knew better than most, simply didn't exist. All this girl wanted was not to be in his debt, even slightly. It was a concept he could understand- but he didn't really want to do this shit. But then .. he was hungry, he'd failed in getting anything to eat today, and having something would be nice. His face remained blank, as his mind balanced out the options- a single run shouldn't hurt, right? It also meant that the girl wouldn't be angry with him, he got some food for it, and there would be no physical abuse or more yelling. There was a risk, but it was minimal if they took backroads, and he only did it this one time.

After several moments of thought, he would slowly allow his mind to relax a bit and with a sigh- he would push a scar covered, bandaged hand down to haul himself slowly to his feet. Slouched over, he looked even shorter than the girl than originally- his hands glanced down at the rags he called clothing. "I'll dirty them," with that he stepped forward, leaning down to examine the basket- the bottom seam had ripped. But the sides were still strong, it would work as a replacement for his shirt. Grasping it, he would adjust it so that it was in a half-bowl shape and simply looked at her, waiting for her to dump or set the bread into it for "his share" of the work.

One time, just this once, and then he would make sure to get out of it all as quickly as possible once he had his food.

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Moriko Abe

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Survival [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 7, 2017 19:28:24 GMT -5

Post by Moriko Abe on Jun 7, 2017 19:28:24 GMT -5

Moriko tapped her foot as the boy just looked up and stared at her. Was he just going to look at her or was he going to react? She asked him a simple question, so what was he waiting for. Unless she'd misjudged, and the boy hadn't been starving like she suspected. If her pity had been misplaced, that would've been a mighty disappointment. Then again, she didn't expect he'd agree to do hard work if he had food readily available. Nah, it didn't fit with his clothing. No way this lad was living a comfy life back home. He looked like his diet consisted of dirt and wishful imagination. Not to mention that Moriko was surprised she couldn't smell him from where she was standing.

Moriko's eyes narrowed at first. The buns getting dirty was not an excuse to not help. A few moments later, though, she noticed she'd misunderstood the boy's intentions with those words. So he was willing to help her out after all, huh? Well, it was a positive development. If he'd refused, it wasn't like she could've kicked his ass. "Not the talkative type, huh?" Moriko asked as she observed the boy pick the broken basket up. Sighing, she started carefully picking up some of the buns and putting them into the basket in such a way they wouldn't easily fall out. When she finally finished, Moriko took a few steps back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect. You should be just fine 'till we're all done, okay? Unless you start spinning in circles or some shit, that is." Moriko said, trying to brighten the mood a wee bit with humor. The boy didn't seem like the type to appreciate jokes, but maybe he would if he stopped looking so incredibly surly.

Lifting the rest of the buns into her shirt, Moriko inclined her head towards the alleyway exit. "Right, by the way. My name's Moriko. You got one too, scruffy?" she asked, smirking. The kid didn't seem like a very social one, but maybe she could egg some responses out of him. This walk would be dreadfully boring if all they did was silently walk and walk. It was what Moriko did every day, but if she was going to be stuck with this kid anyway, might as well make it an enjoyable trip. The kid could answer while they walked, Moriko figured. Starting off in the direction she'd been going in the first place, she regularly made sure to glance over at the boy. In any other situation, Moriko would've made a remark about how she'd beat his ass if he tried to take the bread and ran, but the boy looked in no state to try to flee. There was no real danger of him trying to make off with it anyway, she figured, so the comment would be unnecessary.

"So... do you like, live around here?" Moriko asked as she led Mako across the street and into another alleyway. While she wasn't as jumpy as Mako, she preferred the shortcuts that the alleys offered. Plus, it was a lot more comfortable in the shade than out in the sun. Honestly by now, she was just trying to make the kid feel better. It wasn't often Moriko found kids looking like this, running around Rukongai. He looked more like a wild animal than like a child.

Casually, Moriko wondered to herself whether he was just a fresh arrival in Rukongai. Originally, Moriko hadn't had a home. Frightened and alone, stuck in the Rukongai without friends or food or shelter. She'd roamed the streets for a while, sleeping under blankets, crates, and whatever shelter she could find. Then, she noticed that there was an empty, tiny little room available above a local tanner's shop. The stench was terrible, but at least it was permanent shelter. Nobody complained when Moriko set up in there, and over the months she set up a comfortable little home for herself using belongings she'd stolen or gathered from trash bins. After a while, it had actually begun to feel like home... Though without her parents, it was still dreadfully empty. Sighing wistfully, Moriko shook herself from her stupor. Had the boy been talking?

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Mako Fujita

Second Squad, Unseated

219 Posts

Reiatsu100 Defense30 Strength10 Speed20 Spirit40 Applicationa king ruled by fear, Threadsrules only an empty castle.

Survival [AO | TBTP | Closed] Jun 11, 2017 9:06:25 GMT -5

Post by Mako Fujita on Jun 11, 2017 9:06:25 GMT -5

Mako remained quiet as Moriko commented on him not being the "talkative type", causing him to simply let his gaze trail to the side a bit- contemplating if he should even respond- before he would watch her fill the makes basket up with the buns until it was at a reasonable level for him to carry and not drop. He would let his eyes lift just slightly to meet her own as she cracked a joke, before he would finally answer her previous question, "Talking brings you attention .. generally, attention I don't want," he explained- granted a bit delayed, having obviously struggled to even get that much information out as he would let his gaze trail to the side, "I won't spin," he added as an afterthought regarding her statement when it came to the buns themselves- as if that was actually a possibility.

He didn't understand why he would, but as far as he was concerned the girl was still a possible red flag, anything could set her off, and he knew some people were stupid enough to think that in this situation he may actually spin or act like an imbecile, knocking the food to the ground all over again. He had no intention of doing so, but he knew stating it bluntly would ensure it- of course, it was also possible she was joking, that she had just lost her temper initially- it was a reasonable assumption, and understandable. But he knew all too well that even the children in this area could be cruel.

Mako hadn't survived this long by taking risks- covering all his blind spots in any situation, physically, socially, or otherwise, was key for his survival. It was that simple.

Slowly, the girl would lift her own helping before heading toward the exit- Mako following a few feet behind, enough to communicate but not enough so that if something went wrong he couldn't run from her with a slight headstart. Slowly, he would glance at her- his eyes briefly meeting her own once more as she inquired about his name, giving her own as Moriko. It took him a few moments, analyzing her body language, her facial expressions- whether or not it was safe to give his real name to her, the list continued on for quite a while as the thoughts flashed through his mind. However, after a few steps more and some thought- the words would come from his lips, if a bit quiet, "Mako," his name given- he prepared for her harsh response.

Most people didn't take well to a child that looked like him, that had a name that literally meant "Cursed Child", it was usually one of the first reasons people started to avoid him really. Though, he wasn't given long to think about it, as instead, she would quickly ask another question after a few moments- making his eyes blink a few times slowly. He supposed she was inquiring about his home, but he didn't really have anything he considered such- he spent as much time away from that building that his father called a house as possible. It was full of dark memories, and painful thoughts that led to memories- and usually, those led to his "attacks" as he had begun to call them. But still, he should give some form of an answer- and that building was the only thing he could think of really to use as a reference point.

"No .. it's on the other side of the slums, I come here usually, though," he would murmur- his voice low, but not entirely unsociable, his mind slowly categorizing the girl from a "Red Flag" to a "Yellow Flag" which was basically anyone that wasn't actively threatening him. He noticed how she was examining him, and let his eyes avert to the side, he wanted to appear to be as minimal a threat as possible toward her. He had no desire to have it so the girl would lash out at him and make him suffer, and he knew the littlest things could be triggers for abuse in this place. As they walked, he would at least have the knowledge that they were traveling through the alleyways- that meant he knew the route at the very least if worst came to worst.

It was the little things that helped him remain calm, as difficult as that could be for him when it came to his fear taking over. After all, the little things were all he had- there was no "big thing" that helped ease his fear- in fact, there weren't really any good things period of any size. Just neutral, and bad.

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Last Edit: Jun 11, 2017 9:06:47 GMT -5 by Mako Fujita

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Post by Mako Fujita on Jun 1, 2017 12:28:25 GMT -5

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Post by Mako Fujita on Jun 11, 2017 9:06:25 GMT -5

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