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> Everyone should get sunglasses for their avatars now.
+1
Agreed.
I finally posted after having procrastinated for a week! And it's my 50th IC post!
Unfortunately, I can't edit my first post for anything like I usually do due to that whole pre-rendering thing Mahz had to do, but whatever. I have to reformat it anyways so not like I can't do my stuff later.
####**Sato Hashimoto** // [Warakuma Shopping District](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUXsfKa5mls)
After having taken the verbal lashing for a sad amount of time, Sato was pretty ready to leave as soon as the opportunity arose, and so he paid heed to where the man’s attention was direction in case he looked away for a moment. Sato was confident he could run faster than this guy allowed himself for some young brat that spilled hot drink on his back. But, however, it seemed Sato’s effort in staring down the unfortunately unpleasant guy’s eyes was all for naught, for the strange (presumed) student wearing the uniform that had basically caused the whole situation had stepped in front of him while telling the older guy off. Sato himself stepped back a little further. Just in case things went past obnoxious spiels.
Sato wasn’t sure where it came from in terms of responding to the older man, but the boy suddenly launched the semi-full can he was holding straight at the guy’s face, spraying the contents of the can around and on him. It was cringe-worthy to Sato, considering the whole thing had started the same way (albeit a little more accidental). Having stepped out from behind the unusually-uniformed student and to the side, Sato was able to see the punch the man threw that was immediately countered by a swift kick to the face, knocking the victim straight flat on the ground and groaning in pain as he withdrew into himself.
A police officer drew near and Sato distanced himself from the presumably slightly older boy just to avoid any potential guilty-by-association business. The two men started talking in an almost familiar manner, like they knew each other not-so-fondly. He tried not to listen in on the rather short conversation, but it was easy to hear how “Riku had a good record going.” The officer gave the boy an icy look before walking away to go tend to the guy that was just kicked in the jaw and Riku gave a sigh that seemed a bit fed-up to Sato. Maybe he was just reading into it too much. Though, after said sigh, the boy finally drew his attention to Sato, much to his surprise. He couldn’t place his finger on why but he didn’t really want to interact with this… delinquent much. Though that delinquent did just “save” him, so a thanks would at least be in order.
It didn’t seem like the guy wanted much of a thank you though, as he brushed Sato off almost immediately after commenting on how he “must be a kid from that other school”, confirmed the fact that this guy was from some other school around Warakuma that Sato didn’t know of. The fact that he was just blatantly pushed to the side by his apparent saviour didn’t deter Sato, for he took a few steps after the boy before calling his name out, a thing he regretted saying almost instantly. Hoping that he’d at least stop and turn around, Sato continued.
“Thanks for, er… taking out that old guy.” Sato lowered his eyebrows a little at his own words. He felt like that he was the kind of guy that Riku would punch. “You were pretty cool. I could give you some reimbursement for that drink you threw at him if you’d like.” Sato shoved his hands into his pockets after having said what he said due to the shiver he felt go down his spine. He didn’t even know why he was having trouble looking at Riku but he was and it felt shitty, for lack of a better word. He also didn’t exactly want the guy to say yes to his offer for fear of having to interact further with a guy with a streak as bad as his but offering seemed like the right thing to do.
> You shouldn't need to edit earlier posts unless it's for grammar or clarification.
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True enough. It's just that a lot of wording, "inaccuracies", and in general the writing in early posts rubs me the wrong way when I look back. I'm just being a loser about it though, so whatever.
> The only reason a new thread is being considered is because I can't edit the very first post here.
Well, noone can edit any posts if said posts are pre-update, so that just sucks further. I guess RPG has decided for me whether or not I wanted to rewrite some of my earlier posts.
> If you do happen to make a new thread, please alert me. I'm pretty interested in this!
Can do!
So I guess we should prepare ourselves to make a new thread, huh?
I'll probably post some time within the day or tommorow.
See, Kissu? The public demands more!
Haru Nyan said Also, Kissu, I just read your SIW thing, do more. I need to know what happens and what roles the others play.
See, Kissu? The public demands more!
Oh wow, I finally did that thing where you post in the IC thread! Wow!
Just to reassure everyone, I am in fact still here. A shocking truth.
Sho Minazuki said Who is STILL here? Quick roll call. Seriously, we may suddenly be down to like, 7-8 people, which is okay because that's the normal party number in Persona.
Just to reassure everyone, I am in fact still here. A shocking truth.
Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, By The Front Gates
April 11 2015, SATURDAY
After School
The sound of the school doors opening drew Sato’s attention. The boy stood up from his spot against the wall when he saw the familiar face of Yukiteru Yoshino, one of the more dedicated members of the Archery Club. He often tagged along whenever Rokoru, Mika, and himself hung out after practice. Sato wasn’t sure of his relationships with the others but the two of them had never really talked one-on-one before, and the opportunity to do so was something he decided he shouldn’t pass up.
Sato pushed himself off from the ground and greeted the familiar boy, who merely blinked at him in confusion; as far as Sato had seen in the time he’d been in Warakuma, people sitting at the front doors when pretty much everyone was already gone was a bit unusual. They ignored the fact after getting it out of the way, but Yuki simply continued walking away as soon as Sato explained why he was lingering around with a slightly bloody lip. Sato quickly pushed himself over by the shorter boy’s side and attempted to make conversation (with little success) as they made their way to their respective homes, splitting about three quarters of the way to Sato’s place.
Having nothing else to do for the rest of his Saturday, Sato returned home and jolted up to his room. Once there he tossed all his school stuff into a pile by the door and changed into clothes more casual than his uniform before flopping onto his bed. There wasn’t any immediate homework for him to do nor any kind of recreative activity he particularly wanted to take part in, so he merely let his eyes close as soon as they wanted to and passed out.
Sato Hashimoto // Hashimoto Residence
April 12 2015, SUNDAY
Morning
Sato woke to the typical silence of his room (minus the typical distant animal noises). He rose from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made around himself as he fished his phone from his pocket to check the time. Not too late, but still several hours from his usual time of awakening. With a loud yawn Sato stood up, stretching his arms over his head as he made his way over to the door, grabbing a fresh set of clothes on the way. The mess of items and clothes he had created the night prior had obstructed the half-asleep teen’s shuffle path, so he lazily pushed them away with his foot until he could slide his way into the hallway and into the bathroom.
After having went through his morning routine (albeit a lot slower than usual), Sato found himself at the front door, unsure where to go on such a boring Sunday. But, as he typically found himself doing, he left anyway on a trip around town for no particular reason. He didn’t exactly feel like talking to any of Archery Club clique after the events of yesterday (which Rokoru no-doubt shared with Mika and the others) so the boy simply left it to chance to find him something interesting to do with his Sunday.
Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma Shopping District
April 12 2015, SUNDAY
Noon
As Sato made his way through the shopping district, idly stopping at what stores caught his fancy (and having picked up a cup of tea from some chain that had opened up recently), he noticed something a little more peculiar for the small town of Warakuma. First it was the plethora of posters put around the town that detailed the recent activity of some supposed cult that was brewing in Warakuma. Sato didn’t really think twice on it until he noticed some police wandering by, a sight that felt strange to him for a reason that escaped his thoughts. There were several cops standing around in the busiest part of the district, eyes scanning each person that passed by them, even the old women carrying bundles of fresh food for their families.
Though, as he took a sip from the hot drink he held, Sato noticed a strange guy still dressed in a school uniform (that wasn’t Warakuma High’s) eyeing on something on the wall, which was presumably one of the posters the cops were supposedly plastering up on any good spot for them. It was strange seeing a student still wearing a uniform on a Sunday, let alone someone that didn’t seem to be local to the town.
Unfortunately, Sato had drawn his attention to the right of himself and had neglected to pay attention to the path he was heading, walking right into the back of some guy and spilling the drink he held pretty much all over the bigger man’s back and himself. The person turned on his heel immediately with a shout and shot a look at him that Sato swore could kill someone if they looked straight back. Unsure of what to do, the third-year backed a few steps away, hand still clenched around the now crushed cup that previously held a drink. The guy didn’t seem like he was going to get physical with the twerp that just drenched his shirt with a scalding liquid, but it was clear he was getting aggressive. The man’s appearance didn’t help; broad build, bold eyebrows with a piercing in each, furious expression on his ugly mug, a shirt that clearly displayed the power behind any punches that’d come from him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you lil’ fucker?!” The guy shouted straight into Sato face’s. He felt a stray bit of spit hit his face and he winced at both that and the volume of the voice. This wasn’t good at all, though it was kinda funny seeing some obviously middle-aged dude get so riled up over such an accident. Clearly it would be best to just run away like some fourteen-year-old that just pulled a prank on a teacher, but for some reason it didn’t strike Sato as a solution at the moment and he merely held his ground as the man continued spouting bullshit about modern youth and how much of a waste of oxygen he was.
April 11 2015, SATURDAY
After School
The sound of the school doors opening drew Sato’s attention. The boy stood up from his spot against the wall when he saw the familiar face of Yukiteru Yoshino, one of the more dedicated members of the Archery Club. He often tagged along whenever Rokoru, Mika, and himself hung out after practice. Sato wasn’t sure of his relationships with the others but the two of them had never really talked one-on-one before, and the opportunity to do so was something he decided he shouldn’t pass up.
Sato pushed himself off from the ground and greeted the familiar boy, who merely blinked at him in confusion; as far as Sato had seen in the time he’d been in Warakuma, people sitting at the front doors when pretty much everyone was already gone was a bit unusual. They ignored the fact after getting it out of the way, but Yuki simply continued walking away as soon as Sato explained why he was lingering around with a slightly bloody lip. Sato quickly pushed himself over by the shorter boy’s side and attempted to make conversation (with little success) as they made their way to their respective homes, splitting about three quarters of the way to Sato’s place.
Having nothing else to do for the rest of his Saturday, Sato returned home and jolted up to his room. Once there he tossed all his school stuff into a pile by the door and changed into clothes more casual than his uniform before flopping onto his bed. There wasn’t any immediate homework for him to do nor any kind of recreative activity he particularly wanted to take part in, so he merely let his eyes close as soon as they wanted to and passed out.
Sato Hashimoto // Hashimoto Residence
April 12 2015, SUNDAY
Morning
Sato woke to the typical silence of his room (minus the typical distant animal noises). He rose from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made around himself as he fished his phone from his pocket to check the time. Not too late, but still several hours from his usual time of awakening. With a loud yawn Sato stood up, stretching his arms over his head as he made his way over to the door, grabbing a fresh set of clothes on the way. The mess of items and clothes he had created the night prior had obstructed the half-asleep teen’s shuffle path, so he lazily pushed them away with his foot until he could slide his way into the hallway and into the bathroom.
After having went through his morning routine (albeit a lot slower than usual), Sato found himself at the front door, unsure where to go on such a boring Sunday. But, as he typically found himself doing, he left anyway on a trip around town for no particular reason. He didn’t exactly feel like talking to any of Archery Club clique after the events of yesterday (which Rokoru no-doubt shared with Mika and the others) so the boy simply left it to chance to find him something interesting to do with his Sunday.
Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma Shopping District
April 12 2015, SUNDAY
Noon
As Sato made his way through the shopping district, idly stopping at what stores caught his fancy (and having picked up a cup of tea from some chain that had opened up recently), he noticed something a little more peculiar for the small town of Warakuma. First it was the plethora of posters put around the town that detailed the recent activity of some supposed cult that was brewing in Warakuma. Sato didn’t really think twice on it until he noticed some police wandering by, a sight that felt strange to him for a reason that escaped his thoughts. There were several cops standing around in the busiest part of the district, eyes scanning each person that passed by them, even the old women carrying bundles of fresh food for their families.
Though, as he took a sip from the hot drink he held, Sato noticed a strange guy still dressed in a school uniform (that wasn’t Warakuma High’s) eyeing on something on the wall, which was presumably one of the posters the cops were supposedly plastering up on any good spot for them. It was strange seeing a student still wearing a uniform on a Sunday, let alone someone that didn’t seem to be local to the town.
Unfortunately, Sato had drawn his attention to the right of himself and had neglected to pay attention to the path he was heading, walking right into the back of some guy and spilling the drink he held pretty much all over the bigger man’s back and himself. The person turned on his heel immediately with a shout and shot a look at him that Sato swore could kill someone if they looked straight back. Unsure of what to do, the third-year backed a few steps away, hand still clenched around the now crushed cup that previously held a drink. The guy didn’t seem like he was going to get physical with the twerp that just drenched his shirt with a scalding liquid, but it was clear he was getting aggressive. The man’s appearance didn’t help; broad build, bold eyebrows with a piercing in each, furious expression on his ugly mug, a shirt that clearly displayed the power behind any punches that’d come from him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you lil’ fucker?!” The guy shouted straight into Sato face’s. He felt a stray bit of spit hit his face and he winced at both that and the volume of the voice. This wasn’t good at all, though it was kinda funny seeing some obviously middle-aged dude get so riled up over such an accident. Clearly it would be best to just run away like some fourteen-year-old that just pulled a prank on a teacher, but for some reason it didn’t strike Sato as a solution at the moment and he merely held his ground as the man continued spouting bullshit about modern youth and how much of a waste of oxygen he was.
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