Achy shaky heart || Meirion || Closed for Luke

He nudged at the lighter with his foot. There was nothing willing him to pick it up- it all felt like far too much effort- so he just kicked it about for a second, contemplating whether he should pick it up or just not bother.

Was this person talking to him? Poking his glasses up (miraculously not jabbing himself in the eye with his trembling hands), he wondered whether he should reply or just grunt. The will to do anything just wasn’t there.

"M’fine," he croaked, throat still stuffy from crying. "Look where y’goin’."

Perhaps it was denial that constantly pushed him to look past the fact that something DID happen to him because of losing his talent, but even that denial was denied. Christ, boy.

No you weren't, and this was obvious proof.

God. Dang. It.

Achy shaky heart || Meirion || Closed for Luke

His ambling, stumbling gait had become even clumsier than before, legs numb and arms hanging limp at his sides. In all truths, he looked like a zombie; sounded like one too, responding to each jolt and stumble with a low grunt.

With one trembling hand, he guided a small metal zippo lighter to his mouth, where a cigarette was pinched loosely between his lips. Numbly, he tried to flick it alight with his thumb, not looking where he was going and-

He crashed into lost-looking Luke with a grunt, the lighter slipping from his shaking fingers.

He just didn’t have the energy to get mad.

A half hearted “The fuck’s wrong w’you?” had to do.

Okay, inhale, exhale. Repeat process. Simple enough instructions. Goals in mind right now are find your partner named Gale, get through the day avoiding the motive, and figure out just what Mr. Mono meant by taking away their talents. Simple enough of a goal, right? Right.

Speaking of which where was he headed anyways? He wasn't too sure. Did he get lost or something? No, impossible. He would've been aware that he wasn't looking at where he was going.

Pssh, impossible his ass. At the thought of him not being unawre, there Luke went bumping into another person. Right in front of him.

In his defense, the aqua-haired teen would've said the person he bumped into was short for him to have noticed, but that really doesn't excuse the fact that he didn't see the guy.

Rubbing the back of his head, Luke gave a sheepish apology.

Might as well be blind|| Luke || Abnormal Days [RE: ACTUAL Motive reaction] (OPEN)

If you were to ask Luke how one exactly takes away a talent, he’d have been too busy looking for his partner instead of actually answering you. Rude much.

While still being unable to find this ‘Gale’ person, his phone rang and he was “blessed” with the presence of Mr. Mono sneering at him (and the others). Great, now the thing was giving them a reason to kill—

He blinked. Was… something wrong with his eyes? No. He had to be just feeling tired, and his eyes are feeling the fatigue too. That had to be it, right? Mr. Mono couldn’t have actually taken his talent to OBSERVE could he? When he looked up however, he saw… Well, his sight’s still normal, but he couldn’t help but feel like something was still taken from him (you can’t take away sight in a flick of a wrist after all).

The poor guy looked utterly lost, not realizing that his looking lost was already an effect of losing his talent:

Actually being aware of his surroundings and people.

But he told me while he was still alive || Luke || (Ab)Normal Days/Motive Reaction [ATTN: Gale, mostly]

It wasn’t before long that the weird of whatever ‘journey’ they were in had officially started. Feeling a sharp pain on his palm, despite not doing anything with it at all like holding stuff (it couldn’t have been nerves), he took off his glove and saw… Numbers? What the hell?

First it was that message on his phone, now this? Just what the hell is going on? Well, whatever it was, he better get going to that 104 building.

And when he got there… Luke didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl. Mission? Reaper’s Game? THIS is what their captors wanted them to participate in? Just to play a GAME? It was almost pathetic really…

But then again, he should probably take this seriously. If they had the ability to make others walk past them like they were non-existent, who knows what else they could do? (And they managed to have a stuffed toy talk almost as if it were a natural thing, he couldn’t help but be impressed.)

The observer mumbled beneath his breath. What did ‘erasure’ even mean? It seemed already apparent that they were already erased from being a part of society (see: ignored by society), what else could that thing, Mr. Mono, possibly imply?

And kill? Did they seriously think that a bunch of teenagers can be pushed to kill with the flick of a switch? They’re not animals, for crying out loud!

… You know what, whatever, Luke thought. It’s not like I’d actually fall for that killing ‘mission’. Though I better find my ‘partner’.

Who was ‘Gale Bourin’ anyways? He could only guess as he approached a person. 

Luke, you’re an observer. Why didn’t you try and figure it out yourself instead of going trial and error.

It always feels like somebody's watching me... [Closed for Luke]

Akira continued to stare at the other male, his head ducking down slightly in his fear. He blinked owlishly when the other seemed to be thrown off by the fact the apparel worker was staring back.

A pout tugged on his lips, though the fear stood it ground against the small teen’s curiosity. The other waved, surprising the hooded male enough to make him jump in his seat. He broke the gaze to look around himself, as if he was looking for another person who was waving back.

After confirming he was the only one in the direction that seemed to notice the other, Akira slowly waved back, hiding the lower half of his face behind Little Foot, his eyes still locked on the other blue haired male from over the purple plush.

Okay, so the other hooded teen had waved back. Well, that somewhat confirmed his suspicions that he wasn't just part of the oblivious crowd. Almost comforting, really. Well, still not as comforting as the fact that nobody is noticing them, but comforting nonetheless.

Hell, what should he do now. He can't just keep waving at them! ... What's their name anyway?

Only one way to find out.

Jumping off from where he was standing, Luke went over to where the timid-looking teen was, getting a closer look at the gi-- guy. This was a guy.

Luke, please.

It always feels like somebody's watching me... [Closed for Luke]

Akira, long after Meirion bid his goodbye and moved on, continued to sit in his spot, staring at the ground, occasionally scooting to the side out of the way of the people that moved around him, mumbling a soft ‘Sorry’ each time he did.

His gaze turned from the ground for a moment, looking to the sky instead as he wondered to himself what was going on. He turned the plush in his hands so he was facing him, a small pout on the teen’s face.

Akira paused, feeling something was slightly off… Like… Someone was staring at him. He felt his heart speed up as he looked around with wide eyes. Where was that coming from…? After a moment, he locked eyes with the source, a blue haired person from across the way was staring intently at him.

The timid boy shrank back, ducking his head a little and bringing Little Foot closer to his chest.

So far, Luke could find no answers to their situation. As people continued to ignore their very presence as if they weren't there (but he is SURE that he is there, at least. No time to get into some philosophical lecture about his existence and being in the world!), he decided to go up an elevated area and do what he did best: observe. Now there was an element he was most comfortable in.

Purple eyes watched the crowd go by, busy with their lives, chattering the day away as they went to and from shops and streets and each other. It was almost comforting to stay where he was, minus the fact that they don't notice him and the others. But then again, he could use this to his advantage. After all, when was he given the chance to observe people without them actually noting he's there? Makes his observations quite more effective. Y'know, because they act like their true selves.

Eventually, his eyes locked onto a certain frail looking teen with a bunny in his arms, Luke raising a brow as he saw the teen bringing the stuffed toy up, as if conversing with it.

Well now. That was interesting-- Wait, shit. The kid is looking at him. Hold on, he wasn't one of those--?? Fuck.

As much as he wanted to break the gaze, he just couldn't, the observer finding the teen more and more interesting. So what did he do?

He waved at the other. Good job.

On the Same Ground || Luke || Prologue

Wow, people watching sounded interesting! Maybe she should try it sometime. She might be able to figure out things that she couldn’t find out by talking to people!

She patted the sides of her dress – no pockets, oops – then shrugged.

A forger, huh? As illegal as it sounded, Luke would be lying to himself if he said it didn't interest him. The way Rika worded it, it seemed that what they do is no different. At least, what they end up learning through it.

It seemed only fair, right? Okay, maybe not fair since it seemed like he was expecting something out of it. But whatever. It was interesting him.

On the Same Ground || Luke || Prologue

Sweets? Sweet! Then they had something in common! She clapped her hands together in excitement.

And what was that other thing that he’d said? People watching?

Okay, this wasn't so bad after all. Luke couldn't help but smile a little more at hearing Rika liking sweets as well. He also gave a chuckle as he listened to her kitchen shenanigans. And no, he has no interest in her.

Oh, she said something else.

Here's to hoping he wasn't making this sound all about him...

On the Same Ground || Luke || Prologue

Rika smiled brightly at him. That’s the spirit! 

She trailed off. He probably didn’t want an actual list of all the things that she liked to wear. Oops. 

Luke merely continued nodding his head, even though he wasn't truly interested in hearing what Rika liked weraing. But then again, it was interesting on hearing her preferences (who knows? He can surprise her one of these days? No-- It's not like he has a crush on her. Just for the sake of giving a gift, really.)

Way to go, bucko.

On the Same Ground || Luke || Prologue

He seemed pretty nice! Rika smiled at him.

Sure, the situation was kind of weird and unfamiliar, but there wasn’t really anything bad about it, at least! He should really lighten up a little, there was no way he’d enjoy anything with that kind of attitude! 

He nodded his head. Rika it is, then. And--

Well, yeah, okay. Maybe he was being a bit pessimistic. After all, he got to this city that he never had gone to before, and despite all its cons, it had its pros.

... Maybe he should make the best of it.

Luke shook his head at the girl's question.

On the Same Ground || Luke || Prologue

Hm! Hearing the question from a little ways over, Rika looked over at the boy. ‘What’s going on’ seemed to be a question being asked a lot since she’d woken up, both by herself and others.

She walked over to where he was standing. She didn’t think she had any useful information to offer,  but the least she could do was go over an introduce herself! Then they could all be confused together!

"Hiya! I don’t have any idea what’s going on, but it’s really nice to meet you! My name’s Rika Kamei! What’s yours?"

Luke blinked as he heard that he was being addressed. Squinting slightly, he realized that it was one of those teens that woke up just like he did, this one sporting a green dress and matching hair pins. Easy enough to remember.

God, Luke. Can you be optimistic for just one second?

On the Same Ground || Luke || Prologue

Hold on, what was Luke doing before all this? Damn it, that’s strange… He can’t even remember. Wait, was this a part of Japan? It looked an awful lot like Shibuya. While he personally hadn’t gone to that area himself, he heard a lot of tales about the place… And its crime rates. A busy area filled with tons of people? Yeah, that totally screamed ‘pickpocket me!’ with just a single glance.

But if that were the case, then why the hell was he on the ground, not getting trampled on?

(Really, Luke? That’s the first thing you worried about?)

Getting up from where he was, meaning the street ground, he patted himself to see if anything was missing, or if he was injured (to his relief, he wasn’t), only to then find out that there were other people like him getting up as well. They seemed to be teenagers as well. What the hell was going on? Was this some sort of plot by some criminal syndicate? To leave poor teenagers alone on the ground?

(And if it were, how did they get everyone else to play along? I mean, they were doing a pretty good job avoiding them and going on as if they weren’t there.)

A simple question. It wouldn’t hurt to ask. Maybe someone really did know. Who knows?

After at least two months of keeping applications open and receiving all your wonderfull apps, the mods have decided on a class roster! Keep in mind that even if you didn’t get in, every app we got was absolutely wonderful and we still love your character!

But we know this is what you’ve all been waiting for, so here it is!

The official TDBWY Class Roster!

The small-looking boy tugged at the ends of his sleeves, trying to pull them even further over his hands while he shuffled about nervously, obviously preparing himself to say something of note. What exactly that was, however, was the question.

He bit his lip for a moment, and you can only assume that he’s staring down at the ground, considering how his bangs obscure the upper half of his face.

It seems even talking that much had taken a lot of energy out of him, seeing as how he had to pause before trying to speak up again. He faltered once, then twice, before finally getting his voice to become audible again and bowing slightly, a timid smile gracing his face for just a moment.

News: Short Semi-Hiatus

// Long post ahead!!

Okay so… It’s only been 4 weeks of the first semester and already out of those 3 weeks I’ve been feeling the stress; college is finally getting the best of me and honestly? My health has been suffering because of all this. Not only academics, I’ve been trying to balance it with the other rp groups I’m in and what I have to do so I’ve been out and about every day. But the result? Lack of sleep and eating. It doesn’t help that the bus arrives at 5:45 am and my first class is 7:30 am every MWF. And this week I’ve been making and selling stuff for a school org I’m in until Friday. And to top it off? Papers and quizzes almost everywhere.

In short I haven’t been taking care of myself well because of the attempt to balance everything and now I’m suffering because of it.

I’ve been lightheaded, easily getting dizzy and sleepy, have that constant feeling like I’m about to trip, eyes having difficulty with brightness (and even darkness!!), hunger cravings, slight breathing difficulties… and stuff. It’s not fun and I’ve been like this for 3 weeks it’s painful.

Going with that, I unfortunately have to go on a short hiatus (which for some blogs is no surprise); So from July 11-18, and then July 20-31, I won’t be online on any of my rp blogs. Not Seles, not Lily, not Lee, not Luke, not Juan. None of them. I have to focus first on my academics and try to recover because wow… I didn’t know that I pushed myself so far this time. Also try and do those commissions I have been neglecting because of this.

I can still be reached via my personal blog mallowkey, or if you have me added on Whatsapp or Line or Skype, you can reach me there to.

So yeah. See ya guys.

Mother Nature fucked up || Luke || Mastermind Reveal

You have got to be kidding him. You have got to be fucking kidding him.

Ugh, already he could hear Alistair gloating in his head ‘I told you so’ or some shit like that. They had little evidence, and somehow they got it right? What the abso-ever-loving-lute fuck?

Luke couldn’t give a damn when Kaede fell in, and then came back in some weird outfit that was probably supposed to resemble Monobear or something. He knew he should be angry. Angry that this guy, this guy right here, threw them into this horrible game that made them lose their classmates, people that had better things ahead of them, only for it to be cut short like this.

He could muster no words as Kaede continued to smile at them, like a young prince on the king’s throne, as if all was right in the world.

The most the observer could offer was a stone cold glare.