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9 yrs ago
Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
9 yrs ago
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Bio

My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

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April 24th, 2025

Mentions: Masashi @Zombehs, Asumi @Ambra, Hoshiko @Fabricant451

Akira sat at her seat in class, nervously wringing her hands on the hem of her skirt. She listened to Miss Okamoto's words, clamping down on the urge to babble something about knowing Munehisa's art style and how she vaguely saw it in the picture the history teacher held up to the class. She didn't want to risk expulsion, but these were her peers! They'd done nothing against her and she didn't want to earn the ire of her entire class, or even the whole school. So she kept her mouth shut, even as Miss Okamoto railed on about how she'd get them all expelled.

Once class was over, Akira took her trumpet case and satchel out of the classroom and to the roof, where the teen commenced her daily practice. Free from her obligations to others, and with the rest of the day to spend, Akira pulled her trumpet from its case and began to play.



Later, outside the snack shop

Akira walked behind the group of her friends, the worries of her impending expulsion forgotten for the moment. For right now, it was study group time. At the behest of Asumi, she and several of her friends were meeting at one of their classmate's houses for a study session to pass that history test that was coming up. Frankly, the thought of having to confront Miss Okamoto again was a little scary to Akira, but she had her friends. That was enough to get over that little inkling of something being wrong.

In her satchel sat a plastic bag full of sweet candy and potato chips and she had a strawberry cola lollipop in her mouth. Sweet and slightly fizzy, it kept her mind at ease even as she listened to Asumi ramble and whine to no one in particular. She was at the back of their motley group, which included one of the year ones for some reason, and she wasn't too particularly interested in trying to counterpoint any of Asumi's whining.

Of course, everything changed when she tripped over a trash bag and exposed a dead body.

A dead body.

Akira's jaw dropped and her lollipop fell to the pavement, shattering into bits and pieces of sugar as the shock took over her body. As opposed to screaming or babbling, the pink-haired teen backed away slowly until she hit a lamppost. Then she sank down until her butt came to rest on the sidewalk. Her hands went to cover her nose and mouth as the sickly sweet stench of death wafted out from the alleyway, trembling from the shock.

This isn't happening. This isn't real. This must be some sort of joke or prank.

Mentions: Asumi @Ambra, Masashi @Zombehs, Munehisa @Solace, Nagi @Psyker Landshark, Hoshiko @Fabricant451

Akira said nothing, even as Munehisa took up space next to her under her umbrella. Out in the pouring rain, she held her trumpet case close to her chest, not wanting her precious instrument to get wet. She kept quiet as they walked to the ramen joint, but her signature headphones stayed off. When it rained, she liked to listen to the rain, even though it prevented her from practicing or going out with friends.

The conversations her friends were having took a back seat as she kept pace with Munehisa all the way to the ramen shop. The quiet of the rain was nice. Peaceful and nice. Up until Nagi told two of her Yakuza minions off for loitering outside the ramen place when they wanted to eat here.

When she and her friends went into the store, Akira took a bit of extra time to shake off her umbrella of water before she went in. The polite thing to do.

"Um, the regular tonkotsu bowl will do. Extra soup."

Mentions: Asumi @Ambra, Masashi @Zombehs, Munehisa @Solace, Nagi @Psyker Landshark

"Oh! Uh, sure, Nakano-san. Ramen would be nice."

Akira gathered her books and shoved them into her satchel, before putting on her hoodie.

"I, uh, have an umbrella too. I can share it with someone." She said as she pulled an umbrella from her bag, slinging the satchel on her shoulder as she joined the other year twos at Nagi's desk. Just as the rain started to come down hard, she raised her hood over her head instinctively. A loud peal of thunder roared through the sky right after, which made her flinch slightly.

"Well I'm definitely not going up to the roof to practice today. How long do you think it's going to storm?" She shifted a little, glancing out the window from time to time, maybe expecting lightning and thunder again? Who knew.

April 21st, 2025.

Classroom 2-B, 3:35 p.m.

Akira sighed as "class" finally ended. Even though her grades were nice and high, this was one of the classes where she felt like she was losing more brain cells than gaining them, especially with how much of an airhead Miss Okamoto was. As much of a nice person Akira was, she often wondered who in school really liked the history teacher. Like, really.

And today didn't even feel like a music day either. She couldn't go up to the roof because of the rain and most of the school band club was hogging the music room to practice their own pieces instead of that one big recital piece they were supposed to be learning for Labour Day. Plus, with the curfew in effect, she couldn't hang out with her other friends as late as they normally did. Despite protests from her parents, sometimes the soft-spoken young lady stayed out late to enjoy the town's nightlife and destress from how boring school was sometimes.

She laid her head on her table and pulled out her phone, browsing Twitter and Facebook to see if there was anything new to read while she listened to the bustle of her classmates around her. Nagi and Asumi were chatting on their end of the room, with two of her other classmates sitting nearby. Akira only really knew Nagi, purely because her parents often received visits from the local branch of the Yakuza, since they owned the only prominent okonomiyaki stall in town. And, to be fair, they made good food.

Still, she kept to herself most of the time, but her attention was on the conversation she could hear over at Nagi's table. A trip to the game center did sound enticing...

And here she'd brought her trumpet case all the way from home. Ugh.

"Anything to get my mind off this rain."
@DJAtomika Almost done with your sheet?

Almost! Need to get the bio and the Metaverse stuff done but that's all I have left to finish. Should be able to get that done today.
@DJAtomika If you make a guy the ratio will be 6 boys to 3 girls. If you make a girl it'll be 5 boys to 4 girls. I'm okay with either.


Yeah no worries, already retooled my character into a girl. My concept started as a girl in the first place. XD
I can quickly change my character concept to a girl. Works the same way for me.
I kinda wonder what the school uniforms look like here.
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