The Call Me Out Meme

[truebluehorror]

Here's a roleplay meme to inspire muses what you want some fancy crap with this here fughedabout it I don't know how to do that anyway here be the muses



Alright here's the rules you pick a muse from above you call them out in putting their name in the subject line. You just comment with whatever you please, we play capiche? Make up a scenario from the start or we just do whatever let's just get it done it is as easy as 1 2 3 you see lets go

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King Moron

[pitythefool]

[Pop quiz! Let's see... Mr. Morooka, you might be able to answer this one.

Who's that jackass that just wandered into your school? It's late enough in the afternoon that classes have just ended, yet this guy still looks like he's only just crawled out of bed. Then again, Adachi looks like that pretty much any day, really.

It's been a day since that Konishi girl turned up dead, and now Dojima-san's having him investigate Yasogami to see if there might be any solid leads on the killer's identity. And wouldn't you know it? This works out right in Adachi's favor. He's pretty sure nobody saw him leave with Konishi on the afternoon of the 14th, but on the off-chance that there were any witnesses...

Anyways. He was told to try speaking to one of the teachers, but he hasn't seen any wander by just yet. So he's currently skulking around the shoe lockers as the kids head out, waiting for the right teacher to question and totally not checking out any other high school girls, no sir. Eventually, he'll peer around the corner and catch sight of Mr. Morooka headed to the Teacher's Lounge.]

Excuse me! Sir?

[kuukai]

Pokey! Get out here!!

[ She stood at the door to his room, which seemed echoey and expansive. She didn't know where he was. She needed to see him. ]

Ya gonna keep me waitin'? Hey!!

[ceasetoexist]

I'm coming! I'm coming holy crap!

[God! Was there not one world he could get some peace and quiet in? It still takes him a bit, but eventually he trudges himself out.]

What? Whatcha need?

[kuukai]

[ She glares at him angrily, ignoring the tearstains on her face. Dammit, why does she always have to be crying?

But she can only do that for a moment around him before her whole body sags. Yeah, she should probably be embarrassed. But hell, she doesn't even care anymore. ]

Y'ever feel like yer avoidin' somethin'? Like hoppin' around worlds an' threads an' people don' give ya even th'slightest bit'a satisfaction ta wha's actually botherin' ya? Like... like I'm a damn fool?

[ She covers her face with her hands, shuddering. ] I want an escape an' everythin' feels too real. I got too much ta deal with. Too many people ta care about. I can't do this. Not withou' him!

An'... an' I know I shouldn'. An' I think I've always known tha'. [ She lowers her hands, taking long and shuddering breaths. ]

'm too weak, I've changed too much... [ She shakes her head. ] I don' know wha's me anymore.

I'm... I'm scared. [ She finally looks back at Pokey, real tears in her eyes. ] I can't do this.

[ceasetoexist]

[He wants to be angry. Hell. If Pokey could just launch back into anger with the ease he used to, he's pretty sure his life would be that much easier. To just push people away again and again. He can't help scowling at her at first, too. Because hey, she bothered him for this? Called him out for this weepy willow crap? He doesn't need to hear this.

Especially since he can relate to it so well.

WHere does he even begin? He doesn't know. Because what she seems to want in part is answers he's still looking for. Things he still hasn't figured out for himself.

But he might as well start as best he can.]

Feel that way all the time. It sucks.

[Okay. Keep going. Don't stop now like you want to, you idiot. Keep talking.]

You're right. You are weaker. We both are. That's what hoping on and relying on and caring about people does to you: it makes it easier to get eaten up by the stupid, mean sack of crap that is the world.

But it's...stronger, too. Know that sounds dumb, but it's true. Can't be sure of it, but really, now that you do care? You're a better person now, after you met him. He helped make you that way. Don't just break down from what he helped you to be.

.....You can do it. It's always going to hurt, but you can.

[kuukai]

Is this wha' growin' up is?!

[ She can't help shouting. Hopefully the tears coming from her eyes are enough to clue him in that she's not mad at him. ]

S'gettin' punched an' punched an' punched an' punched until ya can't take it any more an' ya roll over an' die?! Tha's wha' all th'fuss is abou'?

I fuckin' hate this, Pokey! I... I don' just wanna be th'only constant in my life! [ She holds up her soul gem, a snarling and blackening mess. ] Mebbe I should just end it.

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey was never good at reading emotional cues, and in many ways it wouldn't matter. Anger or not...

He can sympathize with her. But at the same time everything she's saying is just making him so. Damn. Mad. He runs his hands through his hair, slowly for a moment, before gripping at his scalp and...trying not to growl. But it doesn't work well.]

Will you shut up?

[He is, at least, enough of a man at this point to look up at her when he speaks, to show that he's trying to fight back crying now too.]

What, you think you're the only one getting their teeth kicked in by life? Hey, guess what? The world is a stupid, ugly, sucky place and it's out to punch out every single person who dares to live in it. And a bunch of the people in it? Are morons who are as ugly and gross and dumb as the world itself. But not everyone; not even the majority, maybe, and you've seen that. And you've seen that just about everyone is getting hit hard in their own ways.

You think you're the only one whose lost a lot, or who doesn't have anything? Who's seen people you care about get hurt? Do you know how many people I'd known in Mayfield who I had to watch disappear, or get turned into mindless drones, or die? People I...I loved?

Yeah. Sure. Throw yourself away. That'll teach him for having spent so much time showing you concern and care and love. Guess you're showing how much you really care about him now, huh?

[kuukai]

I din't say I wasn'!! [ She's crying openly now, looking at him desperately. ] Mem'ries make it harder, don' ya see? I don' know wha's worth it anymore. Ev'rythin' hurts.

[ She looks down at the ground, and says in a small voice: ] Pokey, I don' know if I should go back. Ta Cosmos. I dunno if s'worth it. [ Is this too trivial a thing for her to have bothered him about? ] Mebbe they'll hate me. Mebbe I'll hate it. Mebbe...

Mebbe he should jus' stop playin' me. [ She throws her gem on the ground, which does not break. ]

[ceasetoexist]

Memories make it harder? Gee whiz captain, I sure hadn't figured that out yet!

[Give him a moment he just needs to...wipe his eyes. Don't pay attention to that, it's just...shut up. Just never talk about it with him.]

It's always going to hurt. But not always hurt as bad. ...I dunno if he can stop playing you. Maybe he can. But I think he's always going to think about you a little, or hear you. I dunno if that, yet, is going to be a way out.

[He shifts, uncomfortably, from side to side as he speaks, before putting a hand, gently - more out of uncertainty if he's doing this right than any fear of bothering her - as he continues.]

Maybe you shouldn't. Hey, I dunno. But sounds like part of him does, and maybe part of you do too. Sure, they could hate you there - but I don't think they will. ...People are a lot more prone to love than to hate.

[It took him almost forever to learn that. ANd, maybe, almost too late. But he learnt it either way.]

Maybe you will hate it. Or maybe you'll grow used to it and make the best of it, too.

...They're part of you now. Now that sounds cheesy and dumb and it kind of is, but I guess the truth itself is kind of dumb. Everyone you met and cared about in horseworld, they're part of you. Him especially.