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Rat? Clearly someone’s trying his best to stay youthful with his appearance here. You try too hard, ol’ man, you already smell like dirt, there’s no runnin’ away from it.

Are you blind? That explains why you neglected to shave that rat off your chin.

#Next time you cross the road try closing your eyes and hope you die. #ccxxi v #✖❙❚￤chatters. #( you're shit. )

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Hello to you too.

Hello, stranger. Quite sunny today, ain’t it? Oh wait, it’s just the sight of you that’s burning my eyes, my bad.

#ccxxi v #once an asshole always an asshole bub. #then again you're the anally challenged one here. #✖❙❚￤CHATTERS. #( hi )

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5 days in and already getting lowkey hate? Damn this community never ceases to amaze me.

#✖❙❚￤mixed reality. #Because I mean who else is a (closeted) gay drug dealer here?

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Here’s the thing -- Mitsuji Sen absolutely hated making deals over his sales. Money was money and he wasn’t going to accept anything else any time soon so the very moment the shorter man’s lips parted to make a bargain, Sen scoffed, slightly yellowed teeth showing as he gave Ryosuke a halfassed smile before turning his head down to look at the cigarette between his fingers, fresh out from the package it was in, ready to be lit and burnt into ashes. 

“There’s NOTHING better than money for me, Yamada Ryosuke, so why don’t you quit talking like a smartass, hm?” 

Slipping the filtered end of the poison stick between is lips before lighting it. A deep inhale, cherishing the addicting taste of nicotine, before sighing it all out before the other’s face. “Money, mate. That’s all I need, so let’s not make other deals that what was planned, hm? OH, I know. Yes, we can have a deal. Why don’t you let me fuck your idol of a girlfriend to pay off the photographs and then we’re even. You’re the one who wanted to bargain, well there’s my offer. Your girlfriend naked with my dick in her ass.”

Hegritted his teeth, eyes narrowing once he heard the figures. Whatthe hell? Was Jurina snorting gold? He wasn’t even going to botherasking how and why the number was as large as it was - the guy wasn’t joking,that was for sure. Sen was playing Ryosuke’s own game now, challenging him, andthe idol sure as hell wasn’t going to lose. Though not too detrimental, it was bound to put a dent in Ryosuke’s finances;there was undoubtedly some way to lessen the fee, cushion the blow. He was considerablyadept at making deals, after all. However, this wasn’t work, and it involvedsomeone he actually gave a shit about.

“How about a deal?”

He was winging it, sure. It was a bluff. Hehad the money, somewhere, somehow. Did he want to pay it? No. Was he going to? Also a no. Notcompletely, anyways, especially when there were better alternatives. The heightdifference was imminent as the younger man folded his arms and shifted hisumber gaze from the cracks in the concrete to Sen’s features, a blank, calculating mien on display asopposed to the f a k e smile he painstakingly wore so often. “Let’s say I payoff the rest, and I pay for you to shut up, too. How many photos are wetalking? I think I’ve got something better than money.”

#cxcada #✖❙❚￤chatters.

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Aesthetic board: for him.

#✖❙❚￤only fools do what i do. #{ o hmy god why don't i have the whole blue neighborhood trilogy on my playlist. }

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For a brief second, just the briefest of moments, Sen found himself pausing at the question, eyes slightly wide as he stared as his coffee before easing once more with a slow breath escaping through his nose. What an irritatingly annoying girl Matsui Jurina was. A kid wanting to delve into an adult’s world too desperately that she... She sounded like a fool. Almost. Except the question does bother Sen and his mind once again wanders of. 

“When you’re kicked out of your home and you have to do whatever you can do to survive, you grow up at a pretty young age, kid.” He finally answered, sourly pursing his lips into a frown while berating himself for trying to be honest and even properly thinking for an answer to a kid’s question. He wasn’t at his greatest shape for the day. Probably the lack of sleep. Or too much coffee, or perhaps it was just the excitement of having cash in his hands, forcing him to take off his mask even if just for a second but Sen absolutely HATED being honest.

But ah, wait. 

This was good, he thought to himself, lips curling into an impish smile once more. He had almost forgotten -- he didn’t want to just have the idol fear him. He wanted her to respect him as well, and what greater way would that be other than to show honesty? A pure side within him, a lick of the truth he had always kept hidden beneath his persona built with lies.

”I was kicked out of my own family. Had to work for myself. And the work I came to love the most happened to be drug dealing.”

Used. Fooled. Not good enough. A child. A little kid. Jurinawas not aware whether she was much of an easy prey to read and be toyed with,or if the drug dealer sitting next to her had simply guessed right most of thethin fibers of her temper. But not only that, he had nonchalantly flicked atthem and laughed in her face at how deeply she was affected by this fact. Hadshe truly been told she was loved solely for the purpose of getting money outof her? That was a question that did torment her at times – when the mostexistential doubts trapped her into a web she couldn’t escape from, unless sheopted to cry her feelings out to the point she’d fall asleep with a blank spaceresiding with her mind.

 Lovely, Jurina sarcastically thought to herself. It had beena slow movement of her arm and hand what left her drink on the table, thenrested the weight of her elbow there and finally put to use the palm of herhand for support to her chin whilst directing her chocolate colored orbs backat him. The pain very present in her eyes, that was undeniable, yet the girl’sexpression had twisted back to it’s normal freshness and had a bewitching smileto it too.

“A little kid, Mitsujisan. That is what I am.” She was notgoing to fight that back, though she had been wishing for years to beconsidered a woman – just not a child. She’d perform a blink of her eyes,distracting herself from him for a moment there, then idly tapped her fingersover the shape of her thin lips before she’d hum. “What about you? When did yougrow up?” The question was thrown at the air, not waiting for a response giventhe fact it was far more personal than what someone like her could even dare toask  a man like him.

It looked like Matsui Jurina was not giving a damn about herwell-being – no more.

#jurina38g #✖❙❚￤chatters. #✖❙❚￤the fool's gold.

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Even more confused and unsure as to what Nathan was saying, still convinced that he was high, Sen’s eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted without a word leaving from his lips as the other continued on talking about how he killed people. 

He could see the fear in Nathan’s face. Tired eyes and too much pain. He could almost feel how raw and real it was and for once, even more so than when he saw the huge tornado, he felt fear in a form of a lump in his throat and  Rachel. The name rang a bell. He’d heard of it somewhere -- how could he not when Rachel Amber’s missing posters were everywhere and every time he asked the residents of Arcadia Bay about it, they would simply shrug, dismissing her case as “she probably ran away”?

“Then show me the body.” 

Shit. Was he serious? Go see the body and then what? Just stare at the fucking corpse if there was even one and start barfing? 

True the male had had to deal with dead bodies back in Japan. The damn streets was littered with them at night, only to be cleaned up by professionals by the morning but still. He was a drug dealer. Not a bloody sidekick murderer or a sicko in love with carcass. 

“Everyone’s still caught up with what happened, if you really did kill Rachel Amber then they’ve probably forgotten about it already. I’ve seen how they reacted to the girl’s name. They didn’t give a shit. So stop being a kid cowering in fear. Now c’mon, take me to her.” 

No choice now. No fucking escape for him. He had just saved a potential murderer so what other choice does he have other than to help Nathan get his shit together? Great. This was Japan all over again.

Sen didn’t know. He couldn’t see what Nathan could. All of this was very true. Undeniably true. Just because he mocked him, called him names, didn’t take away from the fact that he knew all this was his doing.

Yes, he was scared. How could he not be? Everything, everything, everything felt out of his control except for the fact that people’s lives were in his hands. Yes, he was a God, he was all-encompassing, yet he couldn’t do anything. He could barely think, barely make decisions, barely even move. It was a very confusing type of power — the power of having none at all.

“ Not saying I’m perfect. I kill people with my mind. Do you feel like a Young God? ”

Nathan pauses as if he is waiting for an answer, but continues to babble anyway.

“ Ye-ah, I am desperate for attention. You got me. Haha. You’re so smart and shit. Just can’t get this storm out of here fast enough. Tried, though. I tried to warn them, but they didn’t listen. And now they’re dead. ”

His words didn’t really mean much of anything, just a broken audio recording skipping through different files in no apparent order. Although, his eyes had been generally fixed on Sen the entire time. An improvement. But then, he grabbed his jacket and tugged him off his feet, and he toppled over a little too easily, the spinning in his head making it difficult to keep upright as it was.

Nathan scrambled to get up.

“ No, no, no, no, no. I don’t think you understand. I killed people, that’s why we can’t talk to anyone. I know you think I’m insane, but I actually killed her. I can show you the body, I swear. ”

Unlike before, his eyes look a little more clear, a little less glazed over. The fear he’s feeling is real, so he digs up enough energy to yank his jacket away from Sen’s grip and get to his feet.

“ I didn’t mean to kill Rachel. I don’t even remember doing it, but now everyone knows I killed her, so I can’t go back. ”

#killtherxchkid #✖❙❚￤chatters. #✖❙❚￤don't you wanna see the world. #( it's six fucking thirty in the morning i don't know what i wrote )

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black and blue.

with @serpent-venom

With his seat tipped back, an unlit cigarette trapped between his lips as the cafe’s owner never liked smoking, he kept his eyes locked up at the ceiling with boredom painted across his features. The English 1950′s song playing from the radio sounded a tad bit distant from his ears, muffled, though not enough to stop him from wondering why the fuck was an English song even playing in a Japanese cafe. Oh Japan, never failing to amuse him so. The coffee resting on the wooden table before him had already grown cold, still half-full, long forgotten as the man that was supposed to drink it continued to stare at the dirty light above him.  

『Count every leaf on a willow tree,  Count every wave on a stormy sea.』

Why was a man who had lived most of his life listening to rock music stuck in a cafe playing jazz, one might ask, and well Sen wouldn’t even be there if only he had a choice. But he didn’t, given how he was ordered to be present at the cafe by the only woman arguably so whom he would allow to order him around. It might be because of the mysterious air around her that Sen would sometimes obediently do as she says. He was curious. Of what she was, of who she was, and he was still so goddamn far from knowing the answers. 

Fuck was she late though, or perhaps she was already there, watching him from the distance, relishing at the sight of him slowly rotting from boredom. 

『Count every star, and darling when you do...』

Finally turning his head down as soon as he heard the door’s cheap metallic chimes ring, neck burning from the torture it had to go through, the male, for the first time ever since he woke up, wore a lazy smile to greet the lady headed to his table with. Irritation hidden beneath the welcoming curl of his lips, a chant endlessly repeating in his mind, begging himself to calm the fuck down lest he wanted to snap at the other. 

“Just love making people wait don’t you? So fucking special.” 

And the voices pleading in his head failed miserably.

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The Mitsuji Sen? He couldn’t help but ask himself at the back of his head while staring at the other in disbelief. He wasn’t even that amazing, or so the former model loved to believe. Sure he had gone to Paris and the likes for fashion shows aside from modelling, but he wasn’t that famous, was he? Not one to really complain especially when it came to praises, anyway, Sen simply shrugged, waving the girl’s apology off. 

“Uh, whatever cafe, I suppose. Garden-types, though... Jesus, what has happened to being a normal cafe these days. They’re either over decorated or hella boring. Well, an’way,” holding his left hand up to give his wristwatch a quick check, his lips curled into a smile once again, “let’s go then. I’ve got all the time in the world for coffee.”

“Mitsuji Se–” Upon his introduction, it was then that she realized who the male before her was. Of course, it was no surprise; the man exuded a sort of seniority, after all, and while he actually seemed familiar, Kaoru’s memory failed her yet again. “Ah,” she mumbled, eyes fixed on the male’s face, only to be momentarily distracted by his vice. “…ah! I’m sorry, I spaced out a bit– of course, I know you, you’re the Mitsuji Sen, after all. I’m sorry if I didn’t recognize you sooner, I have horrible memory–”

She was rubbing her nape when he seemingly asked her for help, her attention returning to him completely. “A cafe? That’s easy, although it depends on what kind of cafe you want. I usually go for the nice, secluded garden-type ones, since I prefer the privacy. And coffee sounds good right now, I was about to go grab some too.”

#mxttsv #✖❙❚￤chatters.

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Despite having traveled around the world with majority of his life spent in Australia, Japan always had this one thing Sen loved about. Their live houses. The underground clubs, indie bands that try too hard to match the mainstream ones and the carefree people within the closed space, offering drinks and a lax conversation that may or may not lead to Sen selling a roll or two of cannabis. The bars abroad were far noisier than the ones in Japan and heck, back in America, the Americans seem to just love staring at strangers judgingly. A land of Freedom? Yeah right. More like a land of assholes.

A bottle of beer in his hand and a piece of cigarette dangling between his lips, Sen happened to have just left the bar for is booze when some stupid lady decided to hit him like he didn’t exist; the hand desperately wrapping around his wrist prompting his hand to move and spill the beloved drink onto his shirt, adding another piece to his collection of stained clothes. Just fucking wonderful. 

“Fucking use your eyes why don’t you?” Calm despite his language, much to the male’s own surprise, he grabbed onto the woman’s wrist with his free hand, helping her straighten herself up before growling and setting his drink back to the bar. “Shit. Now I look like I pissed myself. Awesomesauce. Thanks a lot lady, blind bitch.” Okay. Perhaps he wasn’t so calm after all.

—★惡の華

Eyes blinded by the lights, ears deafened by the beat of the drum Jonishi Kei could only dream to play. This was not some Team N band. This was professional, this was people who survived with their music and their music only, who poured their hearts and tears and blood into it. And though Kei was proud of what she did, what she had accomplished with NMB48, in Team N and its band, she knew that they would never compare to this band because they were two very different things. And different things could never be compared. It’s like asking, Do you like a vacuum cleaner or an apple more? It didn’t make sense. And her heart was heavy as she took a step back. The live show hadn’t ended yet. The music was still shaking her heart, so deep inside. Chills were still covering her whole body and skin as she exited the room. It was too unfortunate, not being able to watch the performance until the end but she couldn’t afford being seen. Tucking her head down and putting her mask on, she weaved her way out and was only about to take a breathe in relief, thinking she had made it out, when someone bumped into her ––– hard. And her 152cm body tumbled down, her hands shooting up to grab at the stranger and the walls to keep her on her feet and off the dirty floors. 

#jxnishi #✖❙❚￤chatters.

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#✖❙❚￤starstruck for the first time in a long time.

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Ah. A small smile curled from Sen’s lips as he once again brought his drink up to his lips. A quick whiff of his beloved caffeine before taking a sip. How easy it was to read through the female’s facial expressions. The discomfort, the hint of bitterness and the want to end the conversation there and then. Were he to be somebody else, perhaps he would have truly stopped talking about it, but he was SEN. The grade A asshole, the biggest dick one could ever ask for in their life. 

“So you were used.” It had been obvious, he supposed, that it wasn’t the girl who used the drugs she bought off of him. She had a flawless skin, seeming soft and befitting for an idol, carefully taken care of to avoid even the smallest hints of scars. So that must be it. Matsui Jurina had been used and judging from the look on her face, the hint of fury in her eyes, she had only just recently realized that. Pitiful to see someone so young to be made a fool of, but who was he to give the girl the tiniest bit of his sympathy? He too was using her. He was no different to this damned special someone. Sen doesn’t really know why, refuses to realize it, but he hates men who uses love as an excuse for everything.

“Foolish, foolish little kid.” The taller male added once more, voice trailing into what he hoped was an insult to the poor idol. “From the looks of it, it seems that the connection wasn’t so deep after all, eh? Fooled through and through.”

He didn’t like it, did he love it. A neutral response. But why hadn’t  Jurina expected such an answer from a man who gave out a strong and chaotic aura like Mitsuji Sen did? It had been the tone in his voice what caused the female idol to unconsciously trail her gaze off him, to send it elsewhere and pretend she was paying attention to the sight the world was playing to her by then. There was nothing strange about the ringing of his voice, though to her it almost sounded like the oddest lullaby she had heard: it almost set free a distant memory. Almost. So close.

“Take a close look at my face, Mitsujisan.”  The thought of someone assuming she did drugs brought a moment’s unease. “Does it look like I am forcing into my system all the things I requested from you?”  She questioned, then brought her beverage close to her lips to have entertain herself by absentmindedly nom at the circular edge of the vase – truly not thinking at all. “They were for someone that shared a deep connection with me. Someone special.” Jurina did not seem particularly pleased talking about the matter and it was shown all in her face. It was almost as if her typical idol facade was growing thin, thinner with each passing second. Wearing off in an unbelievable speed. 

What was being exposed now? Someone numb. Dull of expression on her face. 

#jurina38g #✖❙❚￤chatters. #✖❙❚￤the fool's gold.

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Whatever monsters haunted the boy, Sen could give little to no shit. 

He was afraid--the stranger, that is. He could see it in his eyes and his actions and he swears he saw his hands tremble the first time he saw him. As though seeking for something. Something he could squeeze to death and true that the boy in red was worth fearing just from the eerie air he was giving, but Sen did not fear death.

Life was already a bitch as it was anyway, with the storm and all, all of his goods gone--swept away by the fucking wind and that was all that mattered to him but it was gone now. Leaving him with nothing but the syringe and bottle in one his coat’s pockets and the zip locked weed in his other. 

Yes. Death would be perfect right about now. 

“You need serious help. YOU? A God?” 

An airy chuckle passed from his lips, mocking--taunting the stranger before him. Never mind if he seemed dangerous, on the edge and in verge of breaking, they were strangers and Sen had no obligation to wear a mask of kindness in front of the brat.

“You were cowering like a baby. How are you a God when you are so PATHETIC? It was the storm who killed those people, the violent winds that murdered them. Don’t claim nature’s deed as yours but I guess now we know what you truly are. A fucking thief. Desperate of attention.” 

Sick and tired of the chatters, a cold hand reached to grab the back of the boy’s collar. A rough pull, enough to take his balance off, as he dragged him along. 

“Storm’s done, nothing will haunt us. We’re leaving to meet survivors. Not everyone’s dead for sure, there’s you, there’s me, that’s not everyone.”

This guy came out of nowhere—

(Goddammit/goddammit/goddammit—didn’t do it fast enough. You let this prick save you. You deserve to die)

—took him away from the falling trees. Shame, too. He was kind of looking forward to dying. It’s all he can do now. Trade a life for a life.

(Rachel Amber is fucking dead because of you, Nathan. Everyone is dead because of you, Nathan.)

His eyes flick down to the ground, to the side, at this guy, but it’s hard to focus because there’s a voice at his ear, and he can see the dead bodies/the dead eyes/the dead girl looking at him. Nathan Prescott is not high. He wishes he was high, maybe this wouldn’t be so terrible, maybe it would be easier to focus. All he knows is he’s gotta get out of there. He doesn’t know how, but he’s got to leave NOW.

“ I can’t. Can’t find people. They’re all fucking dead. ”

He swears he can see blonde hair and crystal eyes and a blue feather and rotting flesh—needles and maggots—oh God, why won’t she leave him the fuck alone?

“ Plus—didn’t you hear? I killed everyone. Don’t you see all those bodies? I’m God, and this is my punishment. It’s all over the news. How don’t you know? I did this, so I can’t do it, can’t undo it. ”

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“Twently five million plus some hundred thousands.” Was all he answered instead, uninterested of having childish fights with a man so tiny. Besides, if an idol from a group as huge as Matsui Jurina’s to be unable to pay off her debt, what more a man whose group was lesser known? “That’s without interest, kid, so don’t sigh in relief yet if you think you could pay that off. She has been missing her dues for quite some time now and it’s 3% per day. It has been three days since our last transaction, so that’s twenty seven million nine hundred thousand, close to twenty eight million. Hush hush money is even more expensive than that, sweetheart.” 

Oh how easy it was to earn money in his line of business, though people often wondered where it would all go as Sen seemed to act as though he was homeless (it’s all spent on travelling around the world first class after all). “And the pictures of our transaction? That’s even more expensive than the gag money. So twenty eight, times two, times two per picture to be burned just to shit on your doorstep. You sure you can pay, mate?”

“Au contraire, it probably is enough. I can pay extra for gag money, too, assuming that it can get you to stop sounding like a cunt. Is that possible? And yeah, she’s quite great, for your information.”

#cxcada #✖❙❚￤chatters. #( had to do some legit maths on this one )

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I do believe I market my own body enough, thank you.

“Not enough to pay off your girlfriend’s debt, no. Don’t worry though, I’m not really interested with short kids. I was just fooling around wit her – did you know that she’s gullible? Because she is, very much so. Almost like a dog that I could fool with just a stick. A wonderful lover to have, she must be, eh?”

#cxcada #✖❙❚￤chatters. #( turns this to semi srs shit because why not) #( must spill juju's beans )

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shitty rules page is up. you may hate the rules but please don’t hate me.

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