Luigi Sanguene
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Alias: MG2123
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Post by Luigi Sanguene on Oct 6, 2015 19:42:27 GMT
"... and this is exactly why you need to be careful, Angie. It'd suck horribly if the person responsible for our health kicked the bucket. Always watch your back, you know? Someone could plunge a knife right into it." Luigi then laughed. "Like Asher, that Heir kid. I mean, you saw how he treated the body, right? The one the bear shot dead? Yeah, I wouldn't put it past him to kill someone and then genuinely believe he did something good. Gives me the creeps, you know?" Thinking of more to say, Luigi turned around and looked at the kitchen, at which point he got an idea. "It's really weird.", he said. "I'm talking to a person who might think of killing me just so she can have a bite to eat. It's really, really strange." The Butcher then scratched his head, but not because he was confused. "I'm bound to be a prime suspect if anyone is found dead with stabbing or slashing wounds. That is going to majorly suck." He then heard some steps from outside the dining hall. It was a person wearing a purple sweater and glasses "Oi! You, with the glasses!", he shouted. "Get over here, will ya?" Luigi then waited for the person to either come closer or run away. Both would be fine for him. ( 'Angie' Elisaveta and Paris Eins, I don't mind who replies first.) |
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Age: 17
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Talent: Unlicensed Medical Practitioner
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 7, 2015 4:57:07 GMT
 | ⇐ "I'm not.. I'm not responsible for anything."
She protested against the Butcher, though her eyes never met his. It's true that a part of her hadn't yet forsaken her duties as a medic, but it's also a fact that she had never signed up for this. Being thrust into this giant mess, and then adding onto her troubles by carrying a giant boulder of responsibility? It wasn't a question of whether she was morally obliged to do so, but a question of whether she had the capabilities to do so. If she started to believe that she had everyone's life in her palm of her hands, the mental strain might be unbearable. Even if what she said on the deck appeared otherwise, was it worth it?
No, she wasn't responsible. It wasn't her godsend duties to protect every one of them, definitely not. What she'll do instead was treat it like a business. The injured would have to repay her for her aid, and if they can't, take an IOU. And while there's still the question of whether they'll live up to what they owe, it's still miles better than treating people for free. At least this way, the idea of helping others all willy-nilly didn't seem too preposterous.
But then again, could she really turn down somebody that was dying right before her eyes? If somebody crawled to her with a sliced open back, wouldn't she act regardless of their ability to pay? And even if she did close the door on them, wouldn't that be tantamount to murder? Clicking her tongue, Angie cursed her conflicted mindset. Chances are she'll be grudgingly helping others, as long as her own life wasn't directly at expense. Right now, her loyalty to herself still stood tall and unwavering, though maybe even that would be eventually be worn down by time.
Angie acted as if she was listening to the Butcher, but she had a hard time caring about what he said. The only thing that brought back her attention to him was what he had shouted out. The sudden loudness startled her. In face of this sudden commotion, her muscles tensed and her feet turned ready to bolt in an instant. What the hell was he thinking, suddenly shouting out like that? Did the bloody fool have a death wish? |
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Paris Eins
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Age: 16
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Talent: Librarian
Alias: Chiv
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Post by Paris Eins on Oct 11, 2015 13:21:27 GMT
The voice shook Paris out of their thoughts, and they looked quickly to the source of the shouting. A boy with black hair...ah, whatever his name was. And Angie, the girl they had spoken with earlier. They seemed nice enough, but the Librarian walked hesitantly toward them, raising an eyebrow and gripping their hands together tightly.
“A-ah...hello!” The Practitioner was tensed and ready to flee, they noted to themself. Great, the one we really need is in fight-or-flight... Paris thought, and after a moment's pause in the awkwardness radiating off the other two, they began to speak.
“You both must be...well, Angie, w-we already spoke. It's nice...to see you again? W-why did you two call me over?”
The other students had already begun exploring the ship, but Paris had hung back. Perhaps it was to think over the situation, or keep repeating that time-told mantra, "Be good. Make friends." Either way, it had only served to put the Librarian in a heightened sense of anxiety.
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Luigi Sanguene
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Age: 17
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Talent: Butcher
Alias: MG2123
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Post by Luigi Sanguene on Oct 12, 2015 8:48:03 GMT
Luigi shrugged to what Angie had to say. "Well, whatever you say, boss." Nevertheless, the Butcher knew that he couldn't keep being loud and boastful and slightly dumb, or else he might be a future target. He needed to make 'friends', so to speak.
When the person with the glasses came closer, the Butcher made a mental note on how... harmless he (or she, Luigi wasn't sure.) looked. "Ah.", he said. "I just called you over here to tell you that, uh, you need to be careful, alright?"
Despite how Luigi acted, it was clear that he cared for the people on this ship, and he doesn't want them to off each other. He just has a hard time saying it, because he's used to everyone fearing him. He then shook his head, unsure of what to say next. Angie looked pissed and the other person looked like they'd run away in a moment's notice.
"Well, I botched this up, haven't I? Oh well..."
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Talent: Unlicensed Medical Practitioner
Alias: SoullessCake
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 12, 2015 15:37:45 GMT
 | ⇐ A deep breath was let out, partly stemming from the relief that the threat dissolved into a one bespectacled Paris, and partly out of annoyance at having her veins spiked by an electric jolt. Her nerves were on fire, and she really needed to turn down the dial on that habit. “You did nothing wrong, butcher.” said Angie, sensing the dining hall's silent wails for some semblance of light chatter. Sinking lower into her chair, her eyes slumped down onto the rough, bleak wooden table they were seated at. 'If only there was a packet of cards, at least then we could pass the time with poker.' The events back on deck played again in her mind, on loop for what seemed to be the 100th time. Black and white clips of their first death, the bear's devilish grin. The only sound accompanying it was the shuttering of the film, it's gasping breaths as it carried on it's god-forsaken duty to bear witness a never ending story. She wasn't naive enough to believe that if she had done something back then, the Heroin's death could have been avoided. A part of her was even glad to have not plucked the shortest straw, but she still couldn't help but be affected by what the reaper sow. The loss of a life was saddening, no matter the circumstances. Desperate to escape from this solemn cinema and it's cobwebbed seats, Angie spoke up, asking a question. “So what's the story with you two? A butcher and a librarian, when I look at you two together, all that comes to mind is Animal Farm.” |
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Paris Eins
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Age: 16
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Post by Paris Eins on Oct 14, 2015 21:03:27 GMT
Paris had to admit, a small giggle bubbled out from them at the Animal Farm reference. It seemed the sour-faced Practitioner did have a sense of humor after all, even if her speech was a bit lofty. And the Butcher...who still refused to give his name seemed kind enough.
“A-ah, thank you...? You're...ah! Luis!” They beamed widely as the name came to mind, but quickly reverted back into their shell. “You...you should both be careful, too. I don't think anyone's really in danger, but...did anyone really expect to take a cruise on the S.S. Batshit?”
They paused, looking back to Angie. “You're c-cultured, huh...? I didn't think you'd...know a lot of American literature. But I suppose Luis and I do share the unfortunate image of a dystopian scenario where pigs are people and people are...n-nevermind. Sorry.” The pair were intimidating, no matter how nice they actually were. But could anyone blame the Librarian? They were two people who got into a prestigious school for using knives better than the general population. Still...they relaxed their shoulders, allowing a small smile to break the shell permanently. Luis and Angie could be good friends, as long as they remained calm...and the Butcher didn't try to make the departed Heroine into sushi, or something.
They couldn't have only called the teenager over to warn them, though. What had they wanted?
"A-ah...don't mind me asking. But why is it you really called me over? Did you find anything...o-of interest? Can I be...of a-assistance?" Okay, the stutter needed to go away now.
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Luigi Sanguene
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Age: 17
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Post by Luigi Sanguene on Oct 14, 2015 21:18:01 GMT
Luigi wanted to raise his voice, but he managed to catch himself before the person ran away for real.
"Luigi.", he said. "Luigi Sanguene, that's my name." He let out a friendly laugh. "Although Luis was pretty close, I gotta say!" It felt pretty strange for Luigi to let his guard down with these two with him. "I mean, I don't think you have introduced yourself to me yet, but if you know Angie already, then you're OK in my book."
Even though he felt strange, that didn't mean that he felt bad. It was refreshing, to say the least. And the more friends he made, the less likely he was to be killed by one of them. Unless one of them was a dirty traitor.
"I, or rather we, called you here because we needed to tell you that you need to conserve energy. Preferably by hiding in your room. If no one can get in your room, then no one can kill you. And if no one can kill you, then you're going to live through this. I think someone's bound to snap sooner or later, and after that we're going to have food. We just need to stay strong, you know?"
Luigi then coughed.
"Oh, by the way, unless someone else is up to the task, I'll be serving as your cook as well. I can do a thing or two."
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Alias: SoullessCake
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 15, 2015 11:28:29 GMT
 | ⇐ Angie responded with a smirk of her own, a small surge of pride flowing through her. "I do enjoy reading good books. 1984, for example. And Das Kapital too, even if that doesn't belong in the same category as the other two."Feeling the approach of a yawn, she halfheartedly tried to cover her mouth. “It's probably not a great time to talk about food now, butcher.” said Angie, feeling her eyes water as another yawn escaped. Raising her arms to stretch in her seat, she decided to give up on stifling these tiresome bothers. Those two seated around their table could judge all they want, this little kitty was too weary to give much of a heart to it. |
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Paris Eins
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Post by Paris Eins on Oct 15, 2015 22:39:33 GMT
Luigi. Okay, Luis sounded stupid in hindsight. After a few moments of hesitation, Paris decided they owed him their name.
“I-I'm L—Paris Eins. Hehe, I a-almost called myself Luis!” Extrovert me, go! “I...I think you're wrong, though. We'll be rescued before long, they—someone must be on their way!” The doubt swirled in the Librarian's mind like a cloud, but this was no time for doubt. “I'm...I'm not afraid of a-anything.” Well, that was a bold-faced lie. Paris was scared of plenty of things. People, rejection, fire, technology. But it was good to keep up appearances.
“Ah, 1984...overrated, but it's a classic I s-suppose. Das Kapital sounds a bit too...communist-y? No offense! But it's bad enough the world is watching through our phones, our computers, TVs, those god-damned Kindle Readers...” They coughed awkwardly. “S-sorry. Went on a rant there. So...I suppose we've all found nothing? Lucca came up empty too...”
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Luigi Sanguene
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Post by Luigi Sanguene on Oct 16, 2015 11:11:31 GMT
Luigi laughed at Paris' comment. "Hahaha, that was a good one! But honestly, I think we're boned. Even if someone attempted to rescue us, wouldn't they just bounce off that stupid forcefield the bear put up? I mean, the bear did say that nothing that's alive can enter or exit the thing."
He then shrugged. "But that's too much for me. I don't understand how any of the things work the bear did."
The Butcher wasn't one for books, so he didn't say anything to the discussion between Angie and Paris. He read books in school before he got transported here, and those were enough for him.
When the Librarian mentioned if anyone found anything, the Butcher shook his head as well. "It's not like there's anything to find on this ship." He waited for nothing in particular.
"You know, maybe it's best if we're heading back to our rooms now."
With that, Luigi went off. "See ya, you two." He said before heading out of the kitchen.
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'Angie' Elisaveta
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 16, 2015 13:21:21 GMT
 | ⇐ Paris Eins feel free to write a final post, but we could just end things here. The butcher's infectious laugh brought out a meek little smile. These two, they seemed like decent enough people. While she wasn't blind during Luigi's actions back on deck, that guy seemed to harbor a good heart. Calling the two of them here, asking for them to watch out. Sure it wasn't something worth mentioning, but at least it seemed he was set on the right path. And then there's Paris, who just seemed really out of place in this accursed mess, more so than others. The poor girl (they seemed like a girl to Angie, at least) fits better in the background of a coffee shop painting instead of whatever twisted art they currently reside in. Still wearing the upturned lips, she decided to leave the room before any more sadness shone through her eyes. "I'll be heading back too." said Angie, standing up. She made her way towards the exit, deciding to leave behind a small genuine gesture. Stopping behind the bespectacled girl, she placed a gentle hand on Paris' shoulder. "I'll be in my room if you need me." said Angie, her hand giving a light squeeze, a small token of sympathy. Perhaps a tiny pinch of solace, a meager serving for the two partnered souls together on this S.S. Despair. She left the room, silent footsteps saying what words could not. 'Goodbye, Paris.' thought the medi c. 'Seeya round.'
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Rows upon rows of dusty bookshelves sulk in a dim-lit dungeon, the texts of a white-haired girl's past. A ghastly hand dragged itself across the line of books, it's fingers brushing against dust and worm-eaten covers. Out on a whim, feeling a little adventurous, it pulled out an unnamed tale. Invisible strings opened up the book, a silent wailing gust flipped the pages. Aged pieces of paper flapped and fluttered like wings of a butterfly - a kaleidoscopic group, the choir of a thousand and one colorful creatures eventually settling down. Ghastly fingers reached out, feebly caressing the surface of old texts, of old scars. It was too early to begin forge of the bonds of friendship, to strike metal and create the anchors that give many a life meaning. The blacksmith's abode would as of yet stay closed, for it was much too early indeed. ⇒ [End?]
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