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A Catgirl's Last Chance for High School Romance - COMPLETE

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I don't think pondering accomodation is exactly what you should do when your (bigoted?) mom threatened to uncover your gay social network of friends :V

I acknowledge we know jack shit what we should do after we either run away or smashing phone, but I think whatever the consequence are, it'd be worth it.
 
I'm reasonably certain what's right after Smashing the phone is blowing up at her, but that isn't one of the downsides of it to me. We gotta have the fight some time, yeah? Waiting doesn't make her any more accepting or any more okay with us hiding from her and keeping secrets.

Anyway, looking like Run is pretty solidly ahead. So we should be thinking about how to do that, and how long to stay away and so on?
Adhoc vote count started by NemoMarx on Sep 20, 2018 at 7:33 PM, finished with 46 posts and 24 votes.
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62. I panicked
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    • Run. You can't do this right now, you don't want to do this right now. Running has always worked before so you do what you've done before and run. You turn and don't even bother to put on your shoes. That's too much time for something to happen, too much time for them to grab you or talk you out of it. You slam the front door open and sprint down the front walk, heedless of the feeling of warm concrete on bared feet. You don't stop to think left or right, you just turn and keep running, your hair streaming behind you as you try to fight back tears. You can hear your mom and dad calling after you but you don't stop. Stopping will just hurt more and you don't want it to hurt. Not the way you know it will.

    So you run, pounding down the hill your street winds down in your bare feet, almost stumbling once or twice but managing to just barely keep your feet. You're out of breath and it hurts every time you breathe in but you keep going, fairly leaping across the train tracks at the bottom of the hill and going on, winding through alleys and across streets. If you come to a cross-walk that's red, you simply turn and head in a direction that you won't be stopped in. People you pass stare at you, open their mouths to call after you or ask if you're alright but you don't hear any of them. The running finally ends when you stumble onto the grass in a small neighborhood park that you don't recognize and find that your legs hurt too much to run and that your breath is too short to keep you moving. Your feet hurt. They ache sharply and you wonder if you've hurt them badly.

    You don't check.

    Dragging yourself across the grass, your dress disheveled and your hair a mess. The remnants of last night's makeup are still on your face and your scrub at it with your hand, using your tears to try and wash it of. It doesn't work. The only stuff you have with you is your purse and an overnight bag with your pajamas and a change of clothes that you didn't bother using, your wallet with not terribly much money it, your phone, and its charging cable. And the clothes you're wearing. You waver for a moment, then collapse under a tree, hugging your knees to your chest as the adrenalin slowly filters out of your system, leaving you shaking. What are you supposed to do? Where are you supposed to go?

    [ ] Call Mom: Maybe you can talk it out with her over the phone?
    [ ] Keep going: Keep running. You're not far enough away yet they might still find you.
    [ ] Cry. Just fucking cry: You don't know. You don't know. You don't know. You just want the world to make sense again. Why can't the world just stop right now? Fuck the world, fuck everything.
    [ ] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
    [ ] Find food: You feel hungry all of a sudden. Maybe there's a cafe or a convenience store here and you can get something to eat and drink. But... you don't have any shoes on. And you look like a wreck.
     
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    • [X] Find food: You feel hungry all of a sudden. Maybe there's a cafe or a convenience store here and you can get something to eat and drink. But... you don't have any shoes on. And you look like a wreck.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.

    Let's try to keep this at least semi-private. And ignore we ran through town like this. Oh boy.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.

    As wonderfully Austen as just crying would be... hiding is the more appealing choice.
     
    [X] Find food: You feel hungry all of a sudden. Maybe there's a cafe or a convenience store here and you can get something to eat and drink. But... you don't have any shoes on. And you look like a wreck.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.

    We're gonna need to cry and let all this out at some point, and a small tunnel we can hide in seems like the best place to cry and then check just what kind of state we're in.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
    [x] Cry. Just fucking cry: You don't know. You don't know. You don't know. You just want the world to make sense again. Why can't the world just stop right now? Fuck the world, fuck everything.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.


    Make sure they can't catch up
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.

    As much as crying would make sense right now, Hanako doesn't seem the type to, even unconsciously, express her emotions in such a way where anyone could see her. Having some small, somewhat private place where she can cope is likely to be more secure and therefore safer.
     
    [X] Find food: You feel hungry all of a sudden. Maybe there's a cafe or a convenience store here and you can get something to eat and drink. But... you don't have any shoes on. And you look like a wreck
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
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    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
    [X] Find food: You feel hungry all of a sudden. Maybe there's a cafe or a convenience store here and you can get something to eat and drink. But... you don't have any shoes on. And you look like a wreck
     
    [X] Hide: There's a kid's play area here, with a sort of half-tunnel, half-tube that you can crawl into to curl up and hide in for a while until you know what you want to do. And at least no one can see you there.
     
    63. Conceal don't feel
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    • It takes you a moment to decide what to do, but you finally totter over towards the kid's play structure on aching feet and clamber in until you think you're pretty much in the middle. There are a few holds in the damn thing but it blocks away the outside world well enough that you think you can be safe. What you're going to be safe from you're not sure. Everything hurts and it feels like your heart is being squeezed in a vice. Finally feeling alone enough, you quietly start to cry, burying your face against your drawn-up knees and quietly sobbing out all your stress and anxiety.

    Not that it helps. You cry it out a lot like this and it never seems to get better. You're getting so tired of this. Every time it hurts as if an old wound is being torn open and every time it seems to take a little more time and effort to try and mend it. What are you supposed to do? How are you supposed to do it? Everything had been so simple at the beginning of the school year and now everything seems to be falling apart. The first day of school seems like ages ago. Maybe a lifetime. Because you are a different Hanako now than you were then, aren't you? What does it mean to be that Hanako, though? What's she going to do now that she has this whole life that the old Hanako left her to deal with? The question seems overwhelming and so you start to cry even harder.

    You're still crying fifteen minutes later when a small, childish voice cuts through your haze of self-pity and teenage angst (not that the angst isn't richly deserved of course).

    "Momma, there's a girl in here. And she's crying!" You look up, blinking your bleary eyes for a moment as you stare at the end of the tunnel. Tube. Thing. There's a kid bent over there, maybe early in her elementary school career. A pair of kitty ears poke out of her hair, still fluffy with kitten fuzz. Her dark hair is cut into a shoulder length bob, held back by a hair band.

    "Are you okay?" She asks, looking at you with an intensity that makes you feel as if this kid can actually see right through to your soul. As she speaks, another pair of feet appear in tennis shoes and mom jeans, then a concerned looking woman crouches down next to her daughter to look in at you. You wince and try to turn your face away when she speaks.

    "Miss...? Young lady? Are you alright?" She's not that much older than you, you realize when you look at her again. Maybe in her mid-twenties. Thirty at most. You don't know how to answer that question and so you slowly give a meek shake of your head.

    "Did someone do something to you?"

    "Did you skin your knee or something?" The girl again. Her mother shushes her a little.

    "Kimi, shh. Let her talk." It's such a weird question. Did someone do something to you? She probably means like getting beat up or a robbery or a creepy guy or something but that's not the kind of answer that you can give her. Though part of you kind of wishes you could because then she could take you back home and you'd feel safe. But you won't feel safe there and that's the worst part. You realize you've been staring at her in silence for something like half a minute, and then open your mouth to reply.

    "N-no," you sound strange. Your voice is hoarse and aches from the running and the crying and... everything. "I just. I just needed someplace to cry."

    "Why are you sad?"

    "Kimi." You try to smile.

    "I got into a fight with my mom," you admit to the girl. It seems easier to explain it to her when you can put it in simple terms. "You should try not to do that." The girl nods at you and the woman smiles a little.

    "Sorry. She's at that age where all she can do is ask questions."

    "It's... it's okay." You murmur. You must look an absolute mess.

    "...Do you need help? I can take you back to our house and at least let you clean yourself up and wash your clothes."

    [ ] Yes. Please, yes. Someone is offering you a place to recuperate. A stranger, true, but someone who seems kind and helpful and genuinely concerned about leaving you here in the park looking like you're some sort of homeless stray. And a real bath sounds really good right now.
    [ ] No. I can't. Refuse. You can't impose on someone like that. Just thinking about it makes you feel guilty and almost sick to your stomach. How can you ask someone to help you when you're such a fucked up person. You ran here without shoes. What the fuck, Hanako?
    [ ] Flee. Run again. You can't talk about this. You don't want to talk about this. No matter what you say she'll probably ask more questions so just get out of there before even more people show up to make things weird.
    [ ] Other Write in. Subject to QM veto (and please keep it fairly straightforward/simple. No convoluted plans, please)

    Short update but Hanako is facing some important decisions left right and center at the moment.
     
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    • [X] Yes. Please, yes. Someone is offering you a place to recuperate. A stranger, true, but someone who seems kind and helpful and genuinely concerned about leaving you here in the park looking like you're some sort of homeless stray. And a real bath sounds really good right now.

    Think maybe we should stop running at some point
     
    [X] Yes. Please, yes. Someone is offering you a place to recuperate. A stranger, true, but someone who seems kind and helpful and genuinely concerned about leaving you here in the park looking like you're some sort of homeless stray. And a real bath sounds really good right now.
     
    [X] Yes. Please, yes. Someone is offering you a place to recuperate. A stranger, true, but someone who seems kind and helpful and genuinely concerned about leaving you here in the park looking like you're some sort of homeless stray. And a real bath sounds really good right now.
     
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