Edo. Country of Samurais.
Well, it used to be. If there was anything the Amanto was capable...
Well, it used to be. If there was anything the Amanto was capable...
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Edo. Country of Samurais.
Well, it used to be. If there was anything the Amanto was capable of, it was making sure it would remain so.
You let out a big great yawn, and scratched your armpit. You stink like shit, and isn't that the understatement of the year. You blink open your eyes, hissing as the sun beat down at you. Glumly, you rose up to your feet, and head up to your bathroom. Carefully, you maneuver through the throng of trash bags with the grace of a basement wizard.
Your bathroom is special in its own way. For one, it is the cleanest part of your entire flat, and for two, it is so small that it takes only a half-step to reach from the toilet, sink, and shower. Efficient, if stuffy. You feel your stomach churn -- either because you're too hungry, experiencing food poisoning from spoiled meal, the early onset of a brutal diarrhea, or a combination of three. Still, you stifle the urge to check to look over the mirror. It's cracked around the edges, but it's clear enough that you could see your own reflection.
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Despite everything, you're still you. Turning the water on, you splash some over your face. The cold sobers you up pretty quick, and you shiver at the resulting cold. That, or your churning stomach. You eye the toilet seat contemplatively, before you shed your clothes, and head into your shower, twisting the knob on. A yelp escapes you as oh god so cold water drenched you. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you repeat like a mantra, hugging your body as you wait for the water to heat up.
It does for a couple seconds, before the cold water returns twicefold and with vengeance.
You immediately shut the shower, and show as much contempt as you can to the shower head. It doesn't respond, merely existing as the subject of hatred and disdain. Teeth chattering, you evacuate, and towel yourself off. Water dripping everywhere. After a moment, you plop yourself onto the toilet seat, and let relief washes over you.
Thirty minutes later, you are standing over your downtrodden apartment complex, and wondering if you can out glare the sun. Feeling understandingly stupid, you start to walk. To your job.
Unbelievable, but that's how the world goes. Unless you want to live inside cardboard boxes with useless old men, you need to pay for rent. You've got this month covered already, but that was only barely. Takahashi the Landlord is the Devil reincarnated, and you really don't want to have another wild encounter with him again when you haven't prepared enough money for next rent. Why can't you have a random encounter a Ditto, or something?
Uneventfully, you finally reach to your job place...
[] Some cozy-looking cafe where people would get their fill in of the day. You're a barista here. Or rather, you're the barista here. You're neither over-qualified, or under-qualified, but you're pretty sure the owner wouldn't have hired you if his hands weren't tired. As it was... well, at least you learn how to socialize with people better now. Listening like a headless sycophant, nodding along the customer's talk, makes them happy. Unless those customers are dicks. In which case, you get to spit inside their cup. Also, you make a pretty good cup of coffee. Or tea, when you feel like it.
[] Some shady-looking warehouse. Abandoned warehouse. Fact is, you work for the Jouishishi. Basically, you are a terrorist. But look at the bright side! You got enough pay to get by, and Boss Katsura is a good boss! And the job isn't that hard either. You know... aside from the occasional taking mysteriously ticking packages to government buildings, and learning how to defuse a bomb. And... well! At least the job has taught you a couple things about how to make explosives, and which spot you should take them to for absolute demolition! You even got a badge for it. Like one of those boy scout thingy!
[] Some cubicle looking building. You work as a bodyguard... well, that's stretching it a little bit. You're not exactly that impressive. You're that guy who takes the fall for another guy. A scapegoat. Fall guy. Body double. Whatever. Just on the more physical sense. On the positive side, it forces you learn how to fight. Dodge blades. Take hits. And depending on the client, you could have enough money for two months. On the negative side, you can end up dead. At least, with bruises and half-dead. Thank god you get insurance!
[] Write-In (Subject to my veto, but go crazy!)
Well, it used to be. If there was anything the Amanto was capable of, it was making sure it would remain so.
You let out a big great yawn, and scratched your armpit. You stink like shit, and isn't that the understatement of the year. You blink open your eyes, hissing as the sun beat down at you. Glumly, you rose up to your feet, and head up to your bathroom. Carefully, you maneuver through the throng of trash bags with the grace of a basement wizard.
Your bathroom is special in its own way. For one, it is the cleanest part of your entire flat, and for two, it is so small that it takes only a half-step to reach from the toilet, sink, and shower. Efficient, if stuffy. You feel your stomach churn -- either because you're too hungry, experiencing food poisoning from spoiled meal, the early onset of a brutal diarrhea, or a combination of three. Still, you stifle the urge to check to look over the mirror. It's cracked around the edges, but it's clear enough that you could see your own reflection.
[] Name
[] Gender
[] Appearance
Despite everything, you're still you. Turning the water on, you splash some over your face. The cold sobers you up pretty quick, and you shiver at the resulting cold. That, or your churning stomach. You eye the toilet seat contemplatively, before you shed your clothes, and head into your shower, twisting the knob on. A yelp escapes you as oh god so cold water drenched you. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you repeat like a mantra, hugging your body as you wait for the water to heat up.
It does for a couple seconds, before the cold water returns twicefold and with vengeance.
You immediately shut the shower, and show as much contempt as you can to the shower head. It doesn't respond, merely existing as the subject of hatred and disdain. Teeth chattering, you evacuate, and towel yourself off. Water dripping everywhere. After a moment, you plop yourself onto the toilet seat, and let relief washes over you.
Thirty minutes later, you are standing over your downtrodden apartment complex, and wondering if you can out glare the sun. Feeling understandingly stupid, you start to walk. To your job.
Unbelievable, but that's how the world goes. Unless you want to live inside cardboard boxes with useless old men, you need to pay for rent. You've got this month covered already, but that was only barely. Takahashi the Landlord is the Devil reincarnated, and you really don't want to have another wild encounter with him again when you haven't prepared enough money for next rent. Why can't you have a random encounter a Ditto, or something?
Uneventfully, you finally reach to your job place...
[] Some cozy-looking cafe where people would get their fill in of the day. You're a barista here. Or rather, you're the barista here. You're neither over-qualified, or under-qualified, but you're pretty sure the owner wouldn't have hired you if his hands weren't tired. As it was... well, at least you learn how to socialize with people better now. Listening like a headless sycophant, nodding along the customer's talk, makes them happy. Unless those customers are dicks. In which case, you get to spit inside their cup. Also, you make a pretty good cup of coffee. Or tea, when you feel like it.
[] Some shady-looking warehouse. Abandoned warehouse. Fact is, you work for the Jouishishi. Basically, you are a terrorist. But look at the bright side! You got enough pay to get by, and Boss Katsura is a good boss! And the job isn't that hard either. You know... aside from the occasional taking mysteriously ticking packages to government buildings, and learning how to defuse a bomb. And... well! At least the job has taught you a couple things about how to make explosives, and which spot you should take them to for absolute demolition! You even got a badge for it. Like one of those boy scout thingy!
[] Some cubicle looking building. You work as a bodyguard... well, that's stretching it a little bit. You're not exactly that impressive. You're that guy who takes the fall for another guy. A scapegoat. Fall guy. Body double. Whatever. Just on the more physical sense. On the positive side, it forces you learn how to fight. Dodge blades. Take hits. And depending on the client, you could have enough money for two months. On the negative side, you can end up dead. At least, with bruises and half-dead. Thank god you get insurance!
[] Write-In (Subject to my veto, but go crazy!)
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
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Umumumu
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[X] Some shady-looking warehouse. Abandoned warehouse. Fact is, you work for the Jouishishi. Basically, you are a terrorist. But look at the bright side! You got enough pay to get by, and Boss Katsura is a good boss! And the job isn't that hard either. You know... aside from the occasional taking mysteriously ticking packages to government buildings, and learning how to defuse a bomb. And... well! At least the job has taught you a couple things about how to make explosives, and which spot you should take them to for absolute demolition! You even got a badge for it. Like one of those boy scout thingy!
I'll edit in the top three later when others do them.
I want an explosives protag! BECAUSE EXPLOSIONS ARE AWESOME!
I'll edit in the top three later when others do them.
I want an explosives protag! BECAUSE EXPLOSIONS ARE AWESOME!
[X] Deidara Ketsu
[X] Male
[X]
[X] Some shady-looking warehouse. Abandoned warehouse. Fact is, you work for the Jouishishi. Basically, you are a terrorist. But look at the bright side! You got enough pay to get by, and Boss Katsura is a good boss! And the job isn't that hard either. You know... aside from the occasional taking mysteriously ticking packages to government buildings, and learning how to defuse a bomb. And... well! At least the job has taught you a couple things about how to make explosives, and which spot you should take them to for absolute demolition! You even got a badge for it. Like one of those boy scout thingy!
Zura is best boss!! we shall provide the best explosions
[X] Male
[X]
[X] Some shady-looking warehouse. Abandoned warehouse. Fact is, you work for the Jouishishi. Basically, you are a terrorist. But look at the bright side! You got enough pay to get by, and Boss Katsura is a good boss! And the job isn't that hard either. You know... aside from the occasional taking mysteriously ticking packages to government buildings, and learning how to defuse a bomb. And... well! At least the job has taught you a couple things about how to make explosives, and which spot you should take them to for absolute demolition! You even got a badge for it. Like one of those boy scout thingy!
Zura is best boss!! we shall provide the best explosions
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
If there won't be any vote in the next couple hours, I'll close it.