First period had started some time ago. Naomi had been a little late, forgot the time while putting her uniform on.
Everything outside the room had been blurry so far. She remembered being walked home by Dino and Tomoe the night before. She had stood there at the entrance to the apartment building she lived in, staring at Tomoe for several awkward moments, unsure if or what she wanted to tell her, until Dino said his goodbye and Naomi had literally run inside.
Judging by how tired she felt, she hadn't slept too much, probably pondering about the mission and dreaming of the dead Koi and a dead girl when she finally fell asleep. But she didn't know for sure. It was gone like a boring, boring...
A hand softly tapped onto her desk and she quivered, as if it had been slammed down, and looked up.
"Am I boring you again, Miss Kimamoto?", Mister Urashima, her history teacher asked. The whole class was looking at her. Some of her classmates, mostly the boys, were snickering at her blank expression.
"Um... No... O- of course not", she replied after she remembered how to talk.
"Well, could you please tell the class what we were talking about, then?"
"The... Tokugawa period?" It was the only thing she had subconsciously filtered out of his flood of words.
He raised an eyebrow, making it obvious that it was wrong, and some of the boys chuckled even louder.
"I don't know what has happened to you a couple of weeks ago. But if you're this negligent in every subject, you should consider a talk with your homeroom teacher."
"I understand", Naomi said, looking down.
He nodded, turned around, putting the other students to silence. But there was something missing you would expect: Naomi lacked the feeling of unease and shame that was usually part of an experience as such. She just didn't care enough about the rest of the class or the teacher or school in general to worry about any of it. She felt more alien towards the people around her than ever before.
And there were three things she couldn't get out of her head: The room, where she was brutal, wanted to kill and had to kill in order to survive; Tomoe, the only person who really seemed to care about her, the only human being she could fully trust right now; and the burning wish deep inside her to take revenge on her violators.
But the world around her was unaware of this and the lessons just flew by, leaving her undisturbed in her mental absence...
Sean could only chuckle to himself once again when he realized what he drew. "I have to say, my best work yet; I'm surprised that I remember enough to draw her. Man, I got it bad". As he thought about Tomoe, his mind began to think about the room, the aliens and how he got there in the first place; he also thought about Hayaki. Dammit did he really try to save me or is it a lie?? I have to know!.
Sean takes the sword and heads to the bathroom; He makes sure there is no one but Hayaki and ambushes him at a urinal. "Heeeeeey buddy whats up?!?". Sean pulls out the sword hilt and gently and continually taps it against his side. "Depending on what you say next let me just say it could end bad for you. Now what I'm about to ask is a simple yes or no question and don't worry take your time you're my friend RIGHT". Sean could feel a lump of anger begin to swell up to the point he could feel it in his throat as he continued to tap the sword hilt against his side.
"The question is this.....did you try to kill me??".
Originally Posted by Palpatine
Time passes by for Naomi, her mind replaying thoughts of the room, the black ball and the people who had been gathered in the room. Everything oblivious to Naomi. If it hadn't been for the bell, Naomi would have still been a daze. Naomi looked up and saw the teacher leaving the classroom at which her classmates started mixing around till the next teacher arrives. Naomi who had excluded herself from everyone else since the rape sat quietly at her desk when suddenly an object flew from behind her landing on her desk.
Naomi looked confused. It only took a second before she recognized what it was. Panties? Picking it up with two fingers she examined it; the panties were ripped and had blood stains on it. Naomi realized that those were her panties... the one she wore the night she was raped! She looked around to see who had threw it only to be meet with the faces of all her classmates. Some laughed at her while others started whispering things about her.
Originally Posted by Minus192
Hayaki stares at Sean, never had he imagined that Gai-jin was the confrontational type. The sword was sharp it made Hayaki nervous. "Please Sean,... take it easy. That's a sharp sword." Sweat was flowing down his brow as he continued talking, "... look i don't know what you thinking but i didn't do it, ok? Have i ever lied to you? Come on... we're best buddies."
Hayaki put on a reassuring smile on his face but he was clearly trembling with fear. "I told you that i went to get help right? Didn't i? Shit.. i didn't try kill you... i swear. Sean, i swear!" Just at that moment the on of the toilet flushes and out comes Sean's boss from one of the cubicles. He's shocked at what he sees... "What the F_ck are doing! I don't know what you're doing but put the sword down!"
Naomi's gaze became empty for a moment. She tried to remember, tried to figure out, where this could have come from, where she had left it. But she wasn't as calm as her outside suggested. Her heart was racing and so was her subconscious mind, bringing up more memories of the night when she was raped than she could possibly bear.
And there was no conclusive answer to her question. She didn't bring it back to her apartment. In fact, she hadn't taken any of her clothes from that night taken back to her apartment. She left everything in the room, back then.
But she didn't really care about the logic behind this, or rather the lack thereof. She stood up, her face cold, angry... and uncertain, almost timid at the same time. But the anger sticked out clearly and many of the boys stopped laughing at once. At least those who had found out the painful way that she was very much able to beat up guys.
"Who threw this?", she asked, clearly, with a subliminal tremble in her voice, pointing at the panties on her desk.
Originally Posted by dharmabums
Tomoe feels like extending her sword and wildly swinging it around the train compartment. The feeling of being watched intensified. She takes her prayer beads from her left wrist and began moving the beads which to the others must have looked like she was saying high speed sutra.
9:08 am: She decides to wrap her beads back around her left wrist and puts her left hand back into her pocket. She moves toward the middle of the compartment and looks around her at her fellow passengers. Each one seemed like a harmless woman, but given everything she had been through Tomoe was less inclined to believe anyone was harmless.
Tomoe decides to hit the emergency stop button and the subway jerks violently before it stops and she holds her collapsed sword under the sleeve of her coat, but ready to be used.
(OOC: I was reading through the old missions and i thought that Naomi wasn't wearing her jeans and panties when she was transported in to the Gantz room, so that might a problem when you mentioned that she left it in the room.)
The whole room looks you or rather stares at you. The boys starts laughing at Naomi,... a few start giving her strange looks (perverted looks)... a few laughed at her, showing off a ripped & bloodied panties. The girls weren't any different, in fact were even meaner than the boys as they started chanting, "Naomi the slut! Naomi the slut! Naomi the slut!"
There were no answers for Naomi just taunts. Things don't die down for her. The kids around her start gossiping about Naomi,... wild rumors start spreading about her; "Naomi is actually a call girl at night", "She's f_cked around with half the boys in school", "Naomi's got a loose pussy... she's f_ck anyone." If it weren't the teacher arriving for the next period, the situation might have gotten out of hand. As the lesson go on... Naomi starts getting notes passed to her, mostly from perverts wanting a free f_ck but the last one captures her eye, "i know what happened."
The train screeches to halt, throwing a few people to the floor of the train. The passenger start looking around to see what had happened. The people, confused as to what had just happened, start looking at Tomoe. The lady standing next to her asks, "Is everything all right? Did something happened?" In the back, some of them start shouting at her, "Hey bitch, why'd you pull the brakes! You want to kill everyone?"
The intercom on the train then blares, "Hello? Hello? is everyone ok? Does anyone need help?" One of the passengers rushes to the intercom and replies, "I think everyone is fine... the person who pulled the brakes... she seems agitated or something. Maybe you should send the police or something?" The person next the her starts shouting, "Yeah! Call the police, f_cking bitch could have killed us!"
((OOC: No, she wore all of her clothes when she was transferred. Pulled down, some maybe ripped, but all in contact with her body, so none were left behind.))
It hurt. The chanting from the girls, some of which were her friends until she got raped and isolated herself from everybody else, a bit more than the plain stupidity of the boys. But all of it hurt, nonetheless. She was torn between curling up and crying and beating up every single person in the room, regardless of gender. If she had had her suit and her sword, she would have killed everybody, right there and then, in the blink of an eye. Incomparable hatred flared up in her chest, almost as big as for those who had made her this miserable in the first place, because even, if they knew the truth, they would make jokes about it. And if not for her skirt, being part of the school uniform, she would have worn her suit all day.
Her English teacher, Mrs Anderson, was it who had ended the ruckus. As she had recently moved to Japan for her husband, she wasn't really good at speaking Japanese yet and didn't understand, what they were chanting and laughing about, especially with all the noise they made in addition.
Naomi had no idea why she went on glancing at the notes she was given, knowing that they were all the same, knowing that it would only make her want more to kill those who wrote it. Maybe because she wanted to justify it by any means and actually do it. The last one, however, seemed to be the most important one. Because she barely remembered the faces. Because her own mind had blurred out most of the events of that evening to protect its remaining but shrinking sane part. She needed a name, a clue. She wanted revenge.
So she turned around, scanning the other students for somebody looking at her with something else but primitive urges or condescension in his or her eyes. And she knew that Mrs Anderson probably wouldn't do anything about it, even if she noticed, because Naomi was her favorite student.
(OOC: Sean didn't draw the blade out, its still hidden in the hilt but anyway.....)
Sean couldn't really explain what possessed him to confront Hayaki; he just felt like he needed answers and he didn't care where he got them from. Sean never killed anybody and he wasn't going to start now. F_ck I really didn't think this through.....maybe Hayaki didn't have a hand in what happened to me....dying and going to that room. "You know what man I believe you. Its just I've been trying to remember last night and the last face I remember is yours. If you say you didn't try to kill me then I believe you".
Before Sean could leave his boss comes out one of the stalls and sees whats going on. "What the F_ck are doing! I don't know what you're doing but put the sword down!".
"What this?!? don't worry boss man I wasn't going to do anything I was showing Hayaki here what I got from a convention recently. What do you think pretty cool huh?!? Anyway it may be a bad time to ask this but if there wasn't anything big going on today I was going to leave early". Sean waited for an answer and hoped Hayaki or his boss didn't notice how nervous he was.
Originally Posted by dharmabums
“Lady YOU just don't get it do you?. Andre don't work for no body but himself! I ain't no ones whore. Especially not yours. Didn't that b@stard Max tell you anything? “ Andre quickly gets up from the couch and even thinks about kicking the couch over taking his brazen new manager with it. Who does this b!tch think she is? Then it comes to him like a flash of lightning. Andre immediately changes his present train of though and tries a completely new approach to the situation. Andre is reminded of relationships he's had with women just like this and thinks Andrea has probably been abused or taken advantage of at an early age, so much so, that she is replacing men with money. Despite what Andrea thinks of me, I AM a big draw and when I shows up at another fight who ever tried to take him out will flush themselves out. Then I can have my revenge.
“Okay Andrea let's try this a different way.”Just find my brother, it's unlikely he didn't show at the after party unless something was wrong. Yeah just find my brother for now, if you can.”. Then Andre taps the mysterious sword from the room he has hidden beneath his clothes and says, WE'LL take care of the other things in due time, on my terms. Then Andre puts his leg on the back of the couch and rocks the couch back and forth letting Andrea know he wouldn't hesitate to dump her over. “You know, I like you. I really do. Nothing wrong with being an ambitious young women but don't get thing confused in that pretty little head of yours. This is my show and you're just along for the ride for now.”.
Shin held his finger on the ringer for the 2-way on his front door in a long annoying fashion. He knew his father would be too drunk on whatever hedonism he had got up to while Shin was in the black ball's room to hurry and answer to anyone at 3am. As Shin blankly looked through the window to his front door he saw a light come on and a muffled voice...
Shin grumbled to himself, he really wasnt gonna get a round 2 this morning.
"Ok, darl', we'll take a walk to the nearest atm. Don't worry about the bathroom, the... damp always makes it smell like that. Lemme take this call then after I get dressed in my own room we'll go."
Shin planned quickly in his mind what he'd do before the meeting in the bar. Get the Suit and bag he left his room from the night before and cover up the suit with clothes. As soon as Sa-chan was gone he'd be able to relax and deal with anything that Emi wanted if she did.
As Shin thought all this, he eyed over Sa-chan again as she got dressed and smiled to himself, he couldnt believe he spent the night with her. Giving her 1000 yen or so for a taxi was no big deal.
Shin looked at the name on the phone's screen and smiled a little. He needed to hear a more friendly voice as all the chaos builds around him.
Shin answers the phone; "Heya, what's up calling me at this time darl'?"