Ink-berry

Leaking Worlds

The boy began to feel more and more irritated as Haruka ran off, throwing items in her wake. She's just overreacting, he thought, So sensitive. Some people really do need to learn to be more considerate. Although her behavior was more annoying to him than anything else, he was also slightly curious as to why she was acting this way. He flinched as the objects bounced off of him, slowing him down for a few seconds and giving her enough time to run out of his sight.

Quickly dashing into the hallway, Shiori managed to catch a glimpse of Haruka making her way into the other room, so he decided to follow. Walking faster and faster almost to the point of sprinting, he abruptly (and rather uncharacteristically) hesitated in the doorway for a moment, lingering there. What was with the room...? It was almost like it had been sketched out. Actually, upon closer inspection, it looked exactly like a sketch. It... gave him a strange feeling, and he didn't care much for it. (This seemed rather... strange for a school, but Shiori still fervently denied the school was "haunted" or any of that nonsense.)

He just shrugged it off, though, and went ahead without another thought.

Saturday, April 11th, 12:20AM - Graphite Gardens

A grin formed on Shiori's face when he stepped into the room, somehow not bothering to wonder why Haruka was crumpled on the ground. "There you are, Haruka," he said in a ridiculously nonchalant voice, "You really are inconsiderate, you kn-"

That was when the white noise hit him, however, catching him off guard. Soon, he was crumpled over as well, kneeling down beside her. He quickly covered his ears, pressing as hard as he could. He really shouldn't have gone into this room, should he? "Godamnit," he shouted, shooting a glance at Haruka (and seeming to forget the fact that she'd been running from him only a few moments ago). He wondered who she was shouting for, though. Probably her friends, considering how she'd been acting earlier.

The Soap Factory

Do you think you have room for one more character? I'm almost finished my form right now.

Its tough being part of an Evil Organization

I'll be showing some interest for this, as well. :3

The Final Generation - [High Casual.]

Khalidan said I guess that makes three of us?.

Yep, I'll most likely be sticking around for this one.

The Final Generation - [High Casual.]

I'm fairly interested. :3 (Also, I can help with thinking up some of the settings later on, if you'd like.)

The Soap Factory

Are we supposed to use the form you used or the one Cryptiic used? (I was thinking of combining them, but that would probably just unnecessarily complicate things.)

The Soap Factory (Interest Check)

Ooh, I remember seeing the original roleplay! :D I'd love to take part in this.~

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy RP

I'll be watching this thread until more information is added, but I'm interested. c:

Dungeon Stomp: Ruins of Ironshore

Tentatively interested, although I might become more committed after you post some more info about the world / settings.

Leaking Worlds

Shiori was about to open his mouth to make a snide remark when Haruka slapped him across the face. The sharp slap, although not very painful, throbbed a little. He blinked. Slowly. Obviously not sure whether to feel more shocked or insulted, he raised a hand, feeling his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" he vaguely registered Haruka saying, but was too busy gaping. He spluttered a little, but found himself unable to properly pronounce even a word.

He stood rooted there on the spot for what seemed like minutes, but slowly, his shock turned to anger (mingled with a good dose of confusion). (Obviously, the boy had never been slapped before.) Rubbing his cheek again, he blinked a few more times before realizing Haruka had left the sewers.

Probably too afraid, he thought mockingly, I bet she's gone to catch up with her little friends. Probably going to fall weeping into their arms after that other person... fell into the water. Some part of Shiori still refused to admit the other boy was dead, so he avoided thinking about it too much. Maybe there had been an undercurrent that had carried him further down the sewer.

Shiori decided to made his way after Haruka, a faint snarl now tugging at his lips. "Come back here Haruka," he said, voice strangely calm yet giddy at the same time, "Do you really think running away's going to make anything better? If you really give a damn about your friend, you wouldn't be leaving his body here to rot." There was now a cruel overtone in his voice he barely bothered to mask.

He didn't know exactly what he was going to do after he caught up with her, but pushing her into the sewer along with Toby sounded extremely appealing at the moment. Haruka had insulted him, slapped him, and now she was running away like a coward? How obnoxious of her, Shiori mused to himself.