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jay is my name and playing tall pretty women is my game ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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More bicycle accidents :v


we love a good bicycle accident to kick start some character interaction
M A R I

A random street, Kurosuoba
April 3rd, 2018
| 6:37 AM


"SHIT—"

Mari was too late to react properly to a person coming out of nowhere as she cycled down the hill at breakneck speed. First, she braked her bike. Second, she felt the hard clash on the other end of her bike. And third, the dangerously sudden stop sent Mari flying off her bike; had she not thrown herself off upon impact, whatever injuries she could have come out with would have been much more severe.

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me..."

Mari didn't have time to think as she mumbled and rubbed her head; in that short moment she wasn't in the right mind to deal with the accident quietly. She felt the leftover adrenaline cause her blood to boil as she stood up and threw her bike up back on its wheels with her right arm. Her face scrunched up into expressions of anger, reconsideration and realisation in the few too many seconds it took for her to not only calm down, but to realise that the collision was, pretty much, her fault.

"Look… crap, you okay, man? Forget about my bike, I could've messed you up, like, really bad!" Mari exclaimed. "I'm so sorry about that, I was cycling down that hill way too fast and then you kinda just... popped up outta nowhere."

Mari attempted a smile as she crouched down to extend her hand. Though she had managed to retain her calm, she wasn't sure if the boy was feeling the same. She had just crashed into him with her bike, after all.

It was when she finally noticed the familiar uniform he wore that she felt an awkward churning inside her gut.

Mari swore under her breath. This was not a good first impression.

@Rabidporcupine
C H A R L O T T E

SHIGANSHINA DISTRICT — WALL MARIA


Grief was an emotion Charlie thought she'd never come across at such a young age, until the fall of Wall Maria almost brought her mind to its knees. Her father's death had, unfortunately, been a painful one, according to her mother; with his left leg crushed beyond repair under the rubble of the bakery, Charlie's mother was urged to flee as the footsteps of titans could be heard from around the street corner.

No details were spared. In silent grief for several days, Charlie barely spoke to her mother for five days straight, and even after that the two rarely spoke on a day to day basis. As comforting as her mother had been on that day, that would be the most Charlie would ever see from her, home life being as tense as ever since the fall. The girl felt hollow, empty — day after day, it always felt like a part of her was missing.

Unless she wanted to get into the routine of working herself to death in the summer and almost starving to death in the winter, there was no purpose in staying with her mother anymore, no good reason. So, Charlie left.

Just as mother had always wanted.


TRAINING GROUNDS — WALL ROSE


Standing firm amongst soon-to-be soldiers, Charlie observed in slight discomfort at the verbal - and occasionally physical - torment the head instructor was giving many of the other cadets. Taking a verbal beat down was nothing unfamiliar to the girl, although the instructor's rather… interesting comments made Charlie prepare for the worst. She kept her posture tough and straight, only accentuating her height - now almost bordering six feet in the last two years - even more. Charlie made sure to at least breathe as she saw the instructor marching into her direction.

She didn't expect any less from the man. Ignoring the heartbeat faintly buzzing in her ears, Charlie replied to his words, monotone but clear.

"Charlotte Freud, sir. And I assure you that I'm not as mad to have seen anything of the sort, nor do I consider myself a liar in saying that, sir.

Charlie tensed her muscles as she spoke, preparing for whatever sort of response awaited her.
C L A R A

IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADALIS


“-get out of the way!”

Snapping her head around, Clara met the eyes of a grotesque creature, the huge spikes along its back prickling up with each step. Though the monster was quick to attack, she heard the young girl's alert quicker. But Clara thought she had leapt out of the way from the spike projectiles too late — and judging by his scream, Zestasia too — but the man who she remembered as Pagonia was even faster to brandish his sword and deflect the spikes coming towards her and Lazulin.

Clara didn't have time to thank the man as she instinctively stepped away. The creature was going to attack again, she needed to stay far and stay low.

Clara cursed, knowing she was at an immediate disadvantage. It was just her luck that moments after she let herself see her crystal in years, a monster had appeared out of nowhere trying to kill them. Her lack of practice had surely dampened her technique, and there was little Florentes Gemmae and Loricatorum Vallis could do from afar. Unless she charged in with a crystallised branch and beat the damn thing to death, she wouldn't be much help.

With the rest of the group beginning to deliver a barrage of attacks, perhaps there would be a chance for Clara to find an opening for attack while the monster was distracted. How she would attack the monster was a totally different problem. She readied herself to use Loricatorum Vallis if the spikes came her way again.
M A R I

Tsukimi Residence, Kurosuoba
April 3rd, 2018
| 5:45 AM


The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon as Mari made the jog back to the Tsukimi residence, practically skipping through the front door after a quick morning run around the neighbourhood. Up by five, out by ten past, run until half past and back home by quarter to. A simple exercise to build up some much needed energy for the long day ahead, and Mari was already brimming with it not even before the clock struck six. Crisply ironed uniform, check. Stupidly intricate skincare routine, completed. With the addition of eating toast, salad and chopped fruits from a bowl for breakfast and the TV in the living room blaring out the household silence, it was just like the usual school morning for Mari.

However, what was different was that this was a new house, a new school, a new city. Fujioka Senior High was unfamiliar territory with unfamiliar people, but nervousness wouldn't overcome the young girl on her first day. Enthusiasm, butterflies, every excited emotion under the sun, it was all Mari could think of all night. Being able to start anew in a different place where she knew hardly anyone; it was all she ever wanted. But first days meant first impressions, and so Mari wanted to make them good.

5:55, she was already prepared to head out. Before she did, Mari slipped into the bathroom one more time, getting a good look at her reflection. Just one more look in the mirror.

Mari had to reassure herself. Doubts, unease, she was forcing it all to the side. She knew that the past was truly be behind her now; she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore, wouldn't have to think about it. Perhaps leaving the bustling Tokyo metropolis was a great idea after all, even if the totally silent neighbourhood street corners would take some getting used to. This was the next chapter, the next stage, Mari didn't want to ruin this for herself again. Anger, negativity, she wouldn't let it get that restrictive hold on her mentality. She had to change and this would be the best time to do it. This was a new beginning, a new year, and Mari was rearing to go.

Mustering up a smile, Mari wanted to make sure she left the house looking in a cheerful disposition. Stepping outside once more, she murmured a swift goodbye, as she always did.

And as always, there wasn't anyone to hear it. Her mother had long left during her short run.


Towards a random street, Kurosuoba
April 3rd, 2018
| 6:34 AM


Hearing the wind rush past her ears as she biked down the hill was a satisfying sound to Mari. The faster she went down the louder it got, and the more she felt that exhilarating thrill in her veins. Riding down the many secluded slopes it took to get to the main road definitely kept her awake.

6:35. She was going to have to speed things up.
How's everyone holding up? Seems we're overdue some posts.


indeed

School's just started for me so my activity will likely be even more stagnant than usual but hopefully I can write something up while I'm not so busy this early on in the year
C H A R L O T T E

SHIGANSHINA DISTRICT — WALL MARIA


Unlike the many other townspeople attempting to scurry to safety, Charlie's face barely showed a hint of panic. Instead, total dread stiffened the muscles in her face, her unmoving expression giving off a feeling of eerie calmness within the utter chaos that surrounded her. She hadn't shouted for help, nor screamed in terror at the corpse littered streets even once. Never was she one to let those sorts of emotions mould the expressions on her face.

But her panic spoke through her breathing, her running, even Charlie could feel her mental process beginning to crumble under all the sudden stress that had been placed on her, the thought that an excruciating death awaited her just a few neighbourhoods away. She was exhausted, absolutely shattered, she just couldn't anymore. The only thought that kept her legs from giving out under her was the distant sound of heavy footsteps following her. Charlie didn't even look back.

A sharp tug at her wrist made Charlie let out a horrified gasp, and for the first time since the attack she turned her head to look back. It was her mother, sweat drenched and panting as hard as she was, her grip only tightening as she dragged Charlie forward without a word.

"Mother, where's—

"The boats," her mother cut in. "We're going to the boats."

Charlie's mother seemed to be unfazed by the disaster unfolding before her eyes, remaining calm and collected in the midst of terrorised screams and chaotic crowds. Not a shred of fear or horror was brought to the surface, or rather, she refused to let it show; the woman was dead set on her goal to get to safety. She wasn't looking back, leaving everything else behind her to die.

"Mother! Charlie exclaimed, stopping in her tracks. There was only one thing she was intent on not leaving behind for the titans to take over.

"Father. Where is he? she said, her voice wavering a little in all its desperately mustered seriousness. Her mother seemed to have clicked her tongue at the question, and only continued to tug at her daughter's wrist again.

"Charlotte, this is not the time—"

"Did you leave him behind?—

"I'm telling you Charlotte, he is long dead!" her mother finally snapped, pulling Charlie along the road more roughly than she did beforehand. "If you look back, all you will see is titans. There's no hope for anyone back there!"

That harsh statement delivered in an equally as harsh tone left Charlie silent. Emotion was completely drained from her face, only a hollow look left in her brightly coloured eyes. Although she was slow to run, she wasn't hesitant to follow, simply letting her mother drag her across the street like a rag doll. Soon they were within the vicinity of the evacuation boats, and the pair's running pace slowed. Although the two weren't out of the clear yet, with other panicked civilians trying push and shove their way into their only chance of escape, Charlie took this time to gather her jumbled emotions back together. Her town, her home, her father, all gone. It had all happened too fast for her to mentally process anything, too fast for her to even let out a tear of sorrow.

Charlie's mother loosened the grip on her daughter's wrist, and slipped her fingers into her hand. Charlie felt small goosebumps prickling her skin at the unfamiliar contact.

"I'll tell you everything once we get onto that boat," her mother said looking ahead at the frightened crowd, stern but reassuring.

For once, Charlie quietly nodded and agreed.
@Jay Kalton
Welp, I don't think there's any possible way Ren and Mari don't become bestest best friends...


I was so confused at first but then I read Ren's cs haha

can we please please please get a moment where he accidentally calls Mari 'sis' that would be everything

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