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[HIDER=The Chosen Ten]With his neck slightly flexed and gaze directed towards the floor, Boro was unfocused and heavily preoccupied with his breathing. His respiration acting up caused him to fail at listening to how everyone interacted; at best, he only managed to occasionally take glimpses of what was happening. The gist of what he knew was that groups were actually being formed, but the decision of who to vote off hadn’t been made. 

Only several minutes had passed since he gave out his instructions, but Boro was surprised that someone had actually approached him. Tilting his head to the side with eyebrows unequally raised and mouth agape, he briefly stared at Akemi; his face was masked with what looked to be perplexity.

[COLOR=Gray][B]”Uhm, okay then.”[/B][/COLOR] Honestly, out of everyone, Akemi was the last person Boro had expected to come up to him.  [COLOR=Gray][I]”I guess they were right, you really can’t judge a book by its cover.”[/I][/COLOR] Boro’s epiphany - if you could call it that - momentarily made him forget about the current state he was in. Alas, good things eventually come to an end.

[color=58e593]"You know, yes. You can try not smoking. Might make things easier in the long run."[/color]

Boro was snapped back to reality and resumed his labored breathing as Akemi plopped down in front of him. [COLOR=Gray][I]”Okay, never mind then.”[/I][/COLOR] It was a mental note to himself referring to Boro's previous thought.

[color=58e593]"Or try an inhaler. I needed one until my plant allergy eventually went away..."[/color]

Surprisingly, Boro was speechless; this was an unusual occurrence. He wasn’t sure whether he was being mocked or given genuine advice. Was he supposed to feel frustrated or thankful? It was fairly confusing. To the best of his capabilities, Boro attempted to give the most appropriate reply he could think of. [COLOR=Gray][B]”Suuree...?”[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Gray][I]”No, not good enough!”[/I][/COLOR] He realized how dumb he was sounding.

[COLOR=Gray][B]”I mean, thanks for the concern. I’ll definitely kee-”[/B][/COLOR]

Unfortunately, his sentence was unexpectedly cut short. [color=red]"Hey Smoky, when do we get to eat? I'm starving and I don’t think I can last much longer. Plus I'm dying to see some real action so can we hurry this along."[/color] A flat expression replaced Boro’s previous look of confusion, but no matter his efforts, he couldn’t hide the engorged vein on his forehead that had suddenly become visible.  [COLOR=Gray][I]”Smoky, huh?”[/I][/COLOR]

As much as he wanted to show Jake where he actually stood in the current hierarchy they were in and educate him on the meaning of respect, he couldn’t. For now. Also, he had to admit, it wouldn’t hurt if they prevented this whole thing from dragging on for too long.

Brushing off what he had heard from Jake, Boro let out a prolonged sigh as he got on his feet. Recomposed, his fatigue and breathlessness were no longer apparent; whether or not he actually recovered was still up for discussion though.

Taking in a deep breath, with cupped hands, he called the attention of everyone. [COLOR=Gray][B]”Let's get the ball rolling, people! Some of you are getting impatient, and I can’t blame them.”[/B][/COLOR] 

A fraction of the hardened smoke walls had broken off and transformed into an arrow, and began hovering over Satan, with its head pointing towards where he was.

[COLOR=Gray][B]”Any volun---?”[/B][/COLOR] Again, Boro's sentenced was cut short; this time, the culprit was definitely smaller, but was twice as talkative.

[color=00aeef]“Hello, Miss. I’m Tommy. I wouldn’t normally just be blurting my name out like this, but I just had a rather embarrassing conversation where I failed to do so! Imagine that, giving someone a hug and them not even knowing your name? Such poor manners I had… now I’m not sure if this is rude, but Miss… you are a very comfortable to hug and smell kinda like a fresh rainforest and that is, if I may be so bold, nice. Would you like to join me and Major Admiral General Shuko in a group? That is if you haven’t already been recruited. Even then I still offer because I’m feeling rather comfortable and would love it if you’d indulge me just a tiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit longer.” [/color] Looking over Akemi’s shoulder, Tommy looked at Boro, but it seemed like his mind was elsewhere and failed to notice the volatile mood emanating from Boro. 

Instead, he just continued on rambling. [color=00aeef]“Oh wow, that’s right, I forgot to ask your name! I almost committed the same blunder as just earlier in reverse! That would just be awful, dreadful, and just impolite! Also, Marl! Smoking is bad for your health, you should take good care of yourself, those smokes will kill you some day! They can also make your breath stink, like that grandpa at the... pachinko... parlor...”[/color] 

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Boro, along with everyone else, simply listened and watched. Tommy had indirectly caused the awkward silence that filled the room. However, it didn't seem like he had noticed as he started looking over his shoulder, his attention redirected towards something else.

The silence was broken by the sound of a throat being cleared. [COLOR=Gray][B]”As I was saying. Any. Volunteers?”[/B][/COLOR] There were two veins now and had started to clearly pulsate. The fact that beads of sweat began to trickle from his head probably become more apparent.[/HIDER]
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[HIDER=Them]It was five in the morning, and Tumble found herself lying on the floor. Drooping eyes, she was almost lifeless and reeking of alcohol. Beside her, was whatever was left of her desktop. She learned it the hard way, yet again; alcohol, despite how soothing it was, didn't mix well with her work. She had been like this for well over an hour; it was about time she got up and prepared for what was to come later that day. 

As Tumble sluggishly pulled herself up, her mind was suddenly struck by an [i]amazing[/i] idea. In reality though, it was probably just the alcohol. Without hesitation, she acted on her thought and the moment her gait has stabilized, zoomed out to the streets. 

[color=fff200]"And they said I wasn't a genius."[/color] Hopefully, by the time she gets to wear she needed to be, the staggering stench that she was exuding would disappear. Or at least become somewhat milder. 

It was thirty minutes passed five, the sun was far from out, and Tumble was alone at a park. Specifically, at the playground; even more detailed, sitting in a sandbox. Tumble realized that her initial plan of going to each of their homes was inefficient and would waste to much time. Luckily for her, she had an incredible alcohol-empowered brain that never let her down when she needed it. Pulling out her phone, she started making some calls. Whether the person on the other end was awake or not didn't really matter to her. 

[color=fff200]"It's me, Tumble."[/color] The tone of her voice was stern and unwavering; how she instantly got rid of her drunker slur was a quirk by itself.

[color=fff200]"Meet me at the Toshinori National Garden, beside the swings. I'll be the one in the sandbox. I'll explain when you get here."[/color] Tumble was fairly certain that they didn't need or want to reply. Her thoughts were absolute, so she was probably right.

As much as she wanted to boast about what she had devised, Tumble didn't have the time for it. For now, she had more calls to make.[/HIDER]