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Post by Chie satonaka on Dec 2, 2019 10:51:33 GMT
It's bandaged facade stunted down an alleyway like the opening red carpet , it's pocket watch dangling on an obsidian chain signing in tune to the rhythm of its softly menacing footsteps, on the opposite end of the alleyway was the chief investigator, caked in a tar black fashion choice holding tattered brown documents that'd cost anybody else three arms and their life.... But she had had her ways, her tailcoat clinging to her legs out of fear, fear that it seemed to be able to manipulate on a whim
"good afternoon madame, I assume you rescued those papers from the untimely demise from the vicious Jaws of a paper shredder?" floated out of its silver tongue dancing along the air like thieves in the night
The assailant lacked this finece and bluntly replied with" just in the nick of time.... The commissioner was abou-"
Ever one to put on a show it couldn't allow such a simple statment to control the conversation so it intertected with" madame may I remind you of our arrangement? Whose the commissioner as of tommorow Iif these documents are delivered? You that's right. Now don't sully me with the details, just give them here and the first stepping stone is yours"
"..... Is... Is it really worth planting the seeds to ruin an entire company that doesn't exist really worth.."
"you want to know who his father is, don't you? Poor little Janus forever tied to his dear old mum for support, don't you want to know who left the child? Don't you want to show them how grateful you are?"
"no.... No I just want to being up Janus in a secure.... Safe family.... That's all that matters. I don't care who he is..... As long as he still remembers the child he abandoned...."
" very well." there was no need for a fancier statment, its previous dialogue had snuck in through the cracks of the assailant breaking down what little doubts she had into splinters that lacked any power to halt the further onslaught of its devious dealing
the brown documents are held out resentfully by the soon to be commissioner with powerless doubts in her mind screaming for her not to do such a thing.... But it's hand had dug it's hooks into the papers and soon they were in its white gloved hand, sticking out like a broken bone among muscle tissue
" thank you madame, you'll find your first clue within the fury of that of which even a flare cannot compare, then again in the land of the rising sun nothing could even hope to do such a thing"
"..... Thank you.... I assume like last time there's going to be a transcript of that hence giving the ability to ignore the imperfect recollection of a memory?"
"correct, when you've acquired the knowledge you know where to stand trial at to receive your next task detective"
"whatever.....like i said all I care about is Janus...."
they both walk out the way they entered the alleyway in a similar fashion as to how they entered, as discretely as white mice patrolling the snowy plains of a nuclear winter, in its hand lays the ragged papers the years had forgotten, "the kijiro project : terimaku's shattered spotlight"*
"akifumi terimaku where are you. Are you dead? Are you confined to their underground facilities? Let's let the court spin the wheel and see where their dart lands"
as the crowd on the street thickens he resumed his acting, acting in time to everyone else around, preparing his prosecution that not even God himself would be able to object to
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Post by Chie satonaka on Nov 1, 2019 13:48:47 GMT
Chie nervously slunk around the shadow filled corners in the same room of which the main attraction of a lavish table cloth and a shining flickering flame on its centre was located, she didn't know if these people knew her dastardly secret, she didn't know if they'd pull a knife on her the moment she turned her back to them. Had she not been burdened with the crippling conundrum that had drawn its lines in her mind she would've loved to be at an event like this, lots of chatter and lots of stories to collect. However dreams were far from her reality, her reality at the moment was slumping against a shady wall and hoping that nobody started a conversation with her as that'd mean she'd stutter and stuttering could lead to the person within the conversation to start suspecting that something was off about chie. Like she'd poisoned the drink or something ludicrously devilish like that. When that letter snuck its way through the innocently unaware letter flap on her doorway was the moment she started to fear for her own life, if someone knew that of all things… what else did they know? How would they use it against her? Regardless of what those answers might be it didn't take away from the grandeur of choice for this little event that the perpetrator put together…. Chie loved the vibrant yellow linings upon some of the carpetining that lined the floor as well as lines that vaguely reminded her own the safe confinement of her own bedroom, over the past months it'd become her safe haven from the despicable monsters of anxiety and shame that loomed at her windows eager to take a bite out of the recluse and leave her to bleed out in her self made prisons.
All they needed to break the barricade was one simple sentence that would send chie's spirits even further down the rabbit hole… She prayed every night that nobody would ever find out what they were, but for now she sat, silently studying the scene playing out in front of her like a child trying to find waldo in a case file on Jack the ripper… She recognised nobody so far and told herself that it should stay that way…. The voice at the back of her head said otherwise
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Sept 15, 2019 21:51:43 GMT
Post by Chie satonaka on Sept 15, 2019 21:51:43 GMT
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*as chie awoke from her slumbering venture into the dreams of kissing and the dreams of successfully aceing the entry test to start her journey to becoming the best policewoman on this side of Japan she looked around as her head was a little sore, strange, the lighting of the room was a little dark for the time of year but Chie might've just gotten up incredibly early. O well*[break][break]
*chie began to dress herself in the classic green jacket that'd held so many memories of camaraderie, the time the investigation team ventured to the cold and frigid ski mountain, the time she'd saved yukiko from her own inner demons... The time that they'd brought justice to that horrible horrible man..... Faking his way into the ranks of those who'd inspired chie only to get his hands on a firearm, she shivered at that thought as it still rubbed her the wrong way, simularly in the same tone the memory of seeing the leader of the investigation team happily entwining his hand with his lovers kinda made chie just a little bit jealous. But the memories of the jacket came to save the day yet again as the memory of her own shadow repelled her from over indulging in any jealously. Overall good memories with a few sprinkles of regret, the one meal chie could cook without giving anyone food poisoning*[break][break]
*after this thought chie let out a daint laugh as she pulled up her skirt, there we go ready for the day... Or so she thought. With the curtains closed all she heard was the deafening cry of a bullet being evicted from the chamber of a firearm. Imediatley she tried to find her glasses with no avail and ran out of the house as fast as her legs would let her, if someone was bleeding out on the ground even a mere second could mean the difference between life or death*[break][break]
*but as soon as the door flew open was the moment the severity of this brand new hell begun its assault on chie, its dark crimson reds slashing at her eyes. Had chie just delved into her own nightmare? It certainly looked like it.... She pinched herself thrice and winced. Nope. Not dreaming,didn't matter though, there was still a gunshot that needed investigating... And if it was that bloody bastard chie swore to whatever god there was.... She'd put him in whatever handcuffs she could find herself, this time he wouldn't just get his own redemption arc to use as a curtain to hide his ever present true nature, like horses pulling an empress' chariot she sped off into the hell hole that reminded her of a dystopian mega city crossed over with a skeletal graveyard*
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Sept 6, 2019 17:16:59 GMT
Post by Chie satonaka on Sept 6, 2019 17:16:59 GMT
What is your preferred name out of character? Out of character call me what you want, charolette, char, lara, crimson I don't really care. As long as it isn't negative call me what you want What timezone do you reside in? : GMT timezone What are the best days & times for you to participate in group activities? Based on my college time table it'd be on : Past 5pm GMT Monday GMT Friday after 5pm And ill try to be active at the weekends but I can't give a time frame sadly Were you recruited by a member? If yes, who? I wasn't recruited, I found out about this group when the twitter account followed my @justicelabrys account What is the best way to get in contact with you? Through my twitter and/or discord @lara Yakato#1939 @kirajikan As a franchise, Persona is an emotionally significant game for so many. What does this character mean to you? Personally this character doesn't mean much to me because chie is her own person that I'm yet to meet, but her fierce desire to protect those she cares about is something I can resonate with, you protect them and they protect you. A constant loop of happy emotions that I never want to see stop More than why do you want to write as them, but why are they special to you?... So I don't repeat myself ill just say its her hair. And the way she hold her stature, in particular I love her model in blazblue Cross tag…. Sorry if this seems disingenuine but Re reading the same words twice on the same page is annoying to do, and I'm sorry if I've annoyed you If there was something you could change about your character in-game, What would it be and why? Nothing exept change her skirt to a pair of jogging pants Starter thing : moved to new area. Raining one - *as the rain thundered down onto the slick, grey sidewalk that paved the running route for chie. She let the refreshing weather cooling her hard working body as it ploughed its way along the street trying to get over how it felt about moving onto a new phase of her life… Finally after months of grueling studying and weeks of frustration the entrance to a life of policing was just around the corner. Just as daunting as the first time she'd entered the midnight Channel to save yukiko. And just like that moment in her life she knew she'd power through it in order to protect those that'd made her the woman she was, her community, her freinds. Unlike the soft green grass of her old training grounds this new area's concrete pathing was unkind to her hardworking feet, it was a little bit craggy and forced out an ear riveting sound whenever someone dared run upon it. But Chie knew that in order to adapt to a new environment you had to find the silver lining, for her it was the unfamiliar noise acting like a pseduo step counter* *after the routinely maitinance of her phycial wellbeing chie would return to her room to get lost in the fine teachings of policing, the book was bland like her cooking and just as nasty to digest its information… She left it on her messy bed of green and yellow blankets as she scrounge through her ever piling up collection of kung fu movies. After a couple of hours of undecicive thoughts and a few disheartened sighs chie sat down in her bed defeated…. Maybe by scrolling through her phone she'd find someone to talk to*
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Sept 4, 2019 21:06:28 GMT
Post by Chie satonaka on Sept 4, 2019 21:06:28 GMT
Understood as clear as a pond on a midsummer's day
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