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cheerfully-killing-you:

Hey, nice ta meetcha!!! The name’s Russo. LADD Russo, just ta be clear~ And what about you?

HANA Adachi!

I quite like your name! It’s the very definition of masculinity in every form! Except when I hear ‘Ladd’ I think of the word ‘lad’! Like, “Hey, lad! I’m in need of some— some cigarettes, so get your Grandpappy some from down the street! And don’t talk to that filthy lady down the block either, now git!”

Hey, how ya been! I’ve been pretty good, you know, the usual! Save for the fact that everything’s all quiet!

18 Jul 22:58
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Where’s the snakerchaun?!

7 Jul 3:41
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Hey, I’m going to head over to my personal for the rest of the night!

Lily, I have your draft saved! I’ll reply to it and, hopefully, all the other’s I have in there tomorrow!

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tattooface:

megane-chan:

After she realize her glasses were taken off her face, Hana began to momentarily panic, before covering her face entirely so the other couldn’t see it. It was the only thing she could do at the moment to prevent her from seeing her glasses less! It was better that no one did, really. It was a risk Hana couldn’t take, especially when a child was in front of her. As she parted her fingers slightly to see the other, she caught sight of some— wait, wait, wait.

Hana furrowed her brows from behind her hands, staring at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Okay, so she was about to cry! That was bad! Very bad! Was it because she mentioned fruit roll ups? Sure, every kid loved those things, herself included, but it wasn’t something to cry about! The brunette slowly began to realize that maybe it wasn’t fruit roll ups that had stunned the other. And it certainly showed by the volume, and the painful pace she spoke in, of Lily.

She slowly let her fingers fall, hands on her knees, before trying to laugh, a small smile on her lips. “But why do you have—”

Though Hana could handle any type of person, this kind of language directed at her was something that she wouldn’t tolerate. It wasn’t like she knew, the oblivious brunette couldn’t help but make illogical comparisons, jeez! It was the only time she could actually play around, considering that she had a lot of stress placed on her shoulders back at home. But here, she was free. Yet there was always that chance of showing some of her old traits show through.

Now was one of those times, where, she was possibly angered. Or, to be precise, on the verge of it. “You shouldn’t be talking like that.” she said sternly, the lighthearted tone gone. “I wasn’t mocking you.”she wouldn’t get anywhere if she continued her silliness she showed before, that was apparent. She wouldn’t stand up to her full height, either. The only way she could really show that she was the same as her was through making direct eye contact and being at the same level, yes?

That was what she was taught, at least, that was what she remembered. It was drilled through her head most of her childhood, considering she did see her father act in a similar manner numerous times when he had company over. Slipping into this tone was more of a second nature than something forced, and only when she had to would she do this. She supposed now would be one of those times.

“I have no reason to.”

 The small child only grew more angry as the other female spoke, heart pounding against her chest with her uncontrollable fury. She didn’t even know why she became so angry half the time, why the rage would boil inside her and push to spill out, to hurt other people. Hurting other people, verbally attacking them, calling them all sorts of bad names… only when she was angry would it feel good. Lily, when in her world of happiness and friendship, would never dream of hurting another persons feelings, for she knew just how it felt, how badly it hurt to have vile words directed at you.

She knew this all too well, in fact. Before she was officially proclaimed the devil in Ebauche, her home life wasn’t great, either. “Wasn’t great” couldn’t even begin to describe the severe conditions that she lived in. Her mother… oh, her mother. She just watched as she was beaten, bruised— hollered at by her father. Her siblings, filthy little rats,laughing in her face as she crawled on the ground, desperately reaching out for comfort that she had never received, even if she was told at a younger age family would always be there for her. It felt as though she even lost her own name, seeing as though she was never called ‘Lily.’ The girl lost her identity, and it was like she really became the devil. A demon possessing a child’s body.

It wasn’t even just because she brought misfortune everywhere she went, it was because she was small, weak, and frail. She was useless in their eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to rid of them. It was very unfortunate they were all dead, she would adore to cut them in half, watch Bandersnatch carry around those snobby, loud-mouth sister’s of hers and shake them all around. Maybe not even that—she would like to torture them, make them loose there minds. Lily wanted to see how they would like it.

Being called a devil, a bitch, a useless child that would be better off dead. She supposed it wouldn’t be so great for them if the tables were turned, if she had the reigns. If she was the one screaming and hollering at them. But it wouldn’t be over then~ She would ask them, ask them if they were satisfied. This is what they wanted her to become, wasn’t it? A sinful person, a person who really was destined to go to Hell. A person who would get off on the pain and misery of others, would feel relieved after screaming at a person the very same words they screamed at her.

Would those people be satisfied? Or would they hate her even more for becoming excactly what they were?

Monsters.
Oh, Demons even, if that’s what they would prefer.

“Don’t you preach to me! Don’t you tell me how I should be talking! I’ll rip your pretty little lips right off your fucking mouth and stomp all over them! That should keep your mouth shut unless you can find yourself a new pair!” The small child inhaled sharply, tears now running down flushed cheeks. The taste of salt was distinct in her mouth and it made her sick, gasping a little between the words that just wouldn’t stop. Or maybe— words she didn’t want to stop. She had been dealing with all sorts of inconsiderate fucks for the last few days, people refusing her friendship she so kindly offered them. But no, they had to be difficult, and because of this… they ruined her plans.

She needed to make friends with everybody, right? Kill the bad ones, keep the good ones… forever. She could never be lonely again, she could never be the odd one out again! She would have those people together with her forever, and they could live on and be happy~ Perfect little world… perfect, simply perfect!

Though Lily opened her mouth to holler at the other once more she paused, her angry expression melting into one of remorse, sadness. Though her anger had paused itself, the tears remained running down her face, the child trembling where she stood. She… she just yelled at somebody! Somebody who didn’t even know what her tattoo was…!

She could have scared them off! Going into a state of panic she clasped hands to her face, suprising herself at how hot her cheeks had become from the heated ‘conversation’, if it could be considered a conversation at all. This girl wouldn’t possibly want to be her friend now, would she? Oh no… oh no! She went and messed it up again, and…. it would be just like Reim! Even if they did make up, the other wouldn’t ever be the same…right?! Because—because nobody liked a fresh start more than she did, right?!

“I-I’m so sorry, Miss—” Deep blues widened even further, seeing as though she didn’t even know this girl’s name. How could she… get mad at her person she didn’t even know?! Someone who didn’t mean any harm to her?! A person that… who greeted her so happily… She ruined it! She ruined it all!

Letting out a sob the child thrashed her head around, cloak following her jittery movements as well as her hair did, desperately looking at the other as she dropped her glasses to the floor, stepping forward sheepishly. Forgiveness— she had to forgive her! Or else… or else nothing would work out!

She would really have to kill her then, wouldn’t she? Oh no, oh no…!

“I’m really so sorry! I-I’m so sorry! When I get angry, I— I just don’t know! Please say you forgive me! W-We can be friends, right?! Right?!”

Lily was beyond frantic now, barely being able to get her words out. Her heart was beating much faster than it was when she had been upset, overcome by her anger. The ginger haired kid bit down on her lip, bottom teeth digging into the pink appendage. It hurt… it hurt really bad!

And it was all her fault!

Instead of retorting, Hana simply let the other run her own mouth off. What good was it to simply aggravate her when she was already in such a state? Those lips that the girl spoke of were already shut, closed and simply waiting for her to calm down. Through experience with her own siblings, she knew that waiting was the only thing she could do. She disliked making things worse, whether it be intentionally or unintentionally.

She wasn’t that kind of person, and extremely disliked when she had to use the influence that came with her name. But that didn’t matter here. She was free to just be Hana, not the Hana Adachi whose name stuck fear into the hearts of others. That often made them cower away before she, or they, could do any real damage. She had abandoned that lifestyle and moved onto another in the hopes of creating a new start, even going as far as to reform her look and change schools.

The brunette was a determined being, and nothing stopped her once she set her mind to something. A proven fact through numerous situations that had happened over the course of her time with Shinagawa. Causing her to reveal herself countless times and saving him and the others she looked out for more than once. But, they had equally repaid her through their own kindness by looking out for her, making sure that she was happy and wasn’t bothered by trivial things such as fights or conflicts between schools or members of the student council.

All she did was watch the small girl, even as she cried and began to sink into the realization of her actions, she didn’t move a finger. The brunette’s head lifted a little at the sound of her glasses falling, making contact with the ground. Though, her glasses were the last thing on her mind with what was going on before her. Hana’s expression softened a little as she tried to come up with a way to comfort the other, but no logical solution came to mind.

The thing was, she couldn’t really look at this situation through a logical viewpoint. This was, really, one of those things where she had to move through what she felt. It was be meaningless, absolutely meaningless, if she responded through thought rather than heart.

Lily didn’t even need to apologize. The brunette could relate immensely on the desperation, the confusion and the anger that came along with life. And from what she could tell, she didn’t really have many to start off with. She seemed to try and put more effort than many do into relationships, and makes sure to show her good side even to strangers. There was no doubt in Hana’s mind that she now knew how to respond to the child.

After all, it was better to respond with your heart through actions, yes?

The brunette lifted her hand before gently wiping the tears away from her face, finding that tears didn’t suit her. Rather, a smile should be placed on her lips rather than biting down on it. Looking down at the ground, she took hold of the red rimmed glasses, dusting them off to ensure its clean shine before turning to Lily.

Noticing how she had took a liking to them earlier on in their encounter, Hana decided to let the other wear them, and place it on the little girl, a smile on her lips. And, for once, in a long time, she widened her arms before wrapping her arms around the girl, hugging her. “I think you look better with these than I do.” she said, patting her back lightly, “What part of you thought that I wouldn’t forgive you?” the brunette said in a warm tone as she laughed lightly, not expecting an answer and comfortable knowing that.

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megane-chan:

“Wow! You look really adorable!”

Hana said, smiling as she immediately made herself eye level with the other. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” she continuously stared at the other before finally asking the other what had suddenly popped into her mind at that moment.

“What’s it like being a kid! I don’t think kids wear capes or have a neat little fruit roll up tattoo on the side of their face! But how did you get your tongue that far over there! Is your tongue really big to where it can increase in size and slammed the design over your face and voila!”

“So does that mean your face smells like fruit? Can I smell it!”

Oh, and it was too late for an answer. Hana was already close to the girl and smelling her face, trying to find the cherry scent but, sadly, not finding it one bit. “Hey! Hey! Hey! How long till it comes off? Can I get a wacky design of a cigarette crown!”

 What a great way to be greeted~ The child took a moment to scan the other, seeing as though she felt obligated to return a compliment when given one. It was the polite thing to do, plus, everybody had something nice to them! “And… And I like your glasses! They’re real pretty!” In fact, they were so pretty, she felt the need to reach right up and snatch them right off her face. Ever since she was a young, young child, Lily always found herself liking glasses more than the regular person did. It was such a great attribute to a person’s face! She was a little jealous, to be honest with herself. They really were very cute!

The energy the other girl was giving was great! Lots of people, well, actually— the majority of people here weren’t as energetic as her! And… well, she repeated herself three times! Must have had high spirits~!

And then the weird questions started pouring in. She didn’t ponder over them too much, only letting out a laugh when she mentioned her cape. Of course she didn’t expect people here too know why she constantly wore the cloak over her shoulders, but she had no problem explaining it! It the symbolization of the Baskerville, a symbolization of her pledged loyalty towards her Master Glen! And she wore the crimson cloak proudly, proud to be such a special being! Not human, not chain— but a little in between. Simply a Baskerville.

Opening her mouth to explain, she was cut off by the mentioning of her tattoo. What was she going on about? Fruit rollup…? She didn’t even know what that was! And now she was babbling about her tongue being big…? Not getting a word at all, her eyes only widened where they rested, cringing with every word that she spoke. And they kept coming and coming, mocking her. Reminding her that this tattoo was there, that it was apparent. Most people here were nice enough not to mention it, to treat her like it wasn’t there. And yet, here this girl was…sniffing her face? What was she looking for— the scent of the devil himself?

She wasn’t a devil, so she wouldn’t find it.

Confused, the young child stumbled back, putting her hands up. Her feelings were quite hurt by now, this being shown by the tears that began to form themselves in her eyes, hands shaking where they were placed in the air. Was it a joke to her? Was it a joke to this glasses-girl? Her pain…. a joke? It definitely wasn’t a joke, yet she was asking now where… where she could get one?

A joke. Getting this tattoo, getting it burned and carved into her face wasn’t a joke. It was anything but funny, and she could recall every painful moment of it. Large men holding her arms, their bulky digits making bruises in her skin, one man’s knee pushing onto her stomach, keeping her still so she couldn’t move. They didn’t bother to gag her; her screams didn’t mean anything, and as the fiery hot iron scorned her face, she screamed indeed, hollered and screeched for help, for somebody to save her. Ebauche was too good for her though, according to them, and it was allowed. No symphony for the source of ‘misfortune’ was given there. They let it happen, all of it. Laughing at her, laughing at her pain.

Making it all funny. Just like this girl was, speaking so enthusiastically of the scar she wore on her face. The scar of all her suffering, the very scar that just might have symbolized when her sanity had been ripped from her.

Speaking like this….

“I-It’s real… It’s a real tattoo… it’s— It’ll never come off, it’s there forever.”

“And you…don’t…!”

“DON’T MOCK ME, YOU DAMN BITCH!!”

After she realize her glasses were taken off her face, Hana began to momentarily panic, before covering her face entirely so the other couldn’t see it. It was the only thing she could do at the moment to prevent her from seeing her glasses less! It was better that no one did, really. It was a risk Hana couldn’t take, especially when a child was in front of her. As she parted her fingers slightly to see the other, she caught sight of some— wait, wait, wait.

Hana furrowed her brows from behind her hands, staring at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. Okay, so she was about to cry! That was bad! Very bad! Was it because she mentioned fruit roll ups? Sure, every kid loved those things, herself included, but it wasn’t something to cry about! The brunette slowly began to realize that maybe it wasn’t fruit roll ups that had stunned the other. And it certainly showed by the volume, and the painful pace she spoke in, of Lily.

She slowly let her fingers fall, hands on her knees, before trying to laugh, a small smile on her lips. “But why do you have—”

Though Hana could handle any type of person, this kind of language directed at her was something that she wouldn’t tolerate. It wasn’t like she knew, the oblivious brunette couldn’t help but make illogical comparisons, jeez! It was the only time she could actually play around, considering that she had a lot of stress placed on her shoulders back at home. But here, she was free. Yet there was always that chance of showing some of her old traits show through.

Now was one of those times, where, she was possibly angered. Or, to be precise, on the verge of it. “You shouldn’t be talking like that.” she said sternly, the lighthearted tone gone. “I wasn’t mocking you.”she wouldn’t get anywhere if she continued her silliness she showed before, that was apparent. She wouldn’t stand up to her full height, either. The only way she could really show that she was the same as her was through making direct eye contact and being at the same level, yes?

That was what she was taught, at least, that was what she remembered. It was drilled through her head most of her childhood, considering she did see her father act in a similar manner numerous times when he had company over. Slipping into this tone was more of a second nature than something forced, and only when she had to would she do this. She supposed now would be one of those times.

"I have no reason to."

7 Jul 0:00
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gather around, children, for a once in a lifetime lesson!

captain-of-ice:

arwinghot-shot:

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yellow-eyed-snake:

several chairs sat lined in a neat row, each of them facing a single, cushioned chair sitting at the head of the makeshift classroom. more chairs than what were needed were placed behind the initial row, just in case anyone decided that they wanted to listen in on the lesson. positioned next to this glorious head chair was a small canvas and several pieces of blank paper. 

Come, children and young adults, and allow me to teach you just what is right and what is wrong when it comes to sex! And, I’ll also clear any misconceptions when it comes to this amazing thing called porn!

several children were going to cry themselves to sleep tonight.

Menma sat patiently in a chair close to the front, a happy grin plastered on her face. She was excited, it was like being in school again! She didn’t remember much about it, so she was really happy she could go to school again!“What’s porn? And what about sex?”

[ WHY WAS SHE HERE. ]

[ She thought it was something else that she would be educated in. Something ENTIRELY different. Oh, just kill her now! Watch as she pulls on her ears in distress. Reisen doesn’t like to seem rude though, so she’s not going to bother leaving unless it just gets that bad. ]

“…?” Listening to others. He wasn’t certain what he could possibly learn…

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Hitsugaya sat down in one of the chairs with a confused look on his face. The only reason he had showed up was because someone had called him innocent and told him to take a sex education class. Not knowing what sex even was, he had to admit that he was too innocent for a sinigami over a century old. This was not going to be fun.

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“Tch, just start the lesson.”

"Snakerchaaaauunn!"

"Snakeerrchaaaauuuuun!!"

She chanted, notebook being placed above her head as she swayed from side to side in her seat. “Teach me a lot, okay!” though, the thought of something missing was still there. Hmm! Maybe it was Uncle Badou and his cigarettes! He was normally teaching her these kinds of things, anyway. Which she promptly forgot almost as soon as he explained it.

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chainedlotus:

megane-chan:

“What’s ‘punk’!”

She said, looking at the other with curious eyes. The fact that he laughed at her comment really didn’t click in her mind, and she just saw it as the other having a fit of giggles. “Do you know Uncle Badou! You two would seem like good buddies for some reason! Maybe it’s the tight pants or something! Or your taste in clothing! Or speak— noooo, but I can still understand you!”

If Ren didn’t already know, Hana’s knowledge of things is severely lacking, and “punk” and “Sid Vicious” really wasn’t included. The brunette adjusted her glasses briefly before speaking, “No! Why, is he important or something! I never heard of a guy named Vicious or why his son is named Sid! Gosh, are they circus performers or something!”

“Do they wear the same clothes as you do!”

“Punk rock is a music genre and sort of it’s own subculture I guess? Anarchy, rebellion, all out against the rules—that’s what we represent.” [He explains coolly.]

“Yeah I know ‘im. Hahahaha! Speaking, oh no you can understand me. That’s like comparing a baby to a university professor or something—it’s impossible to understand him.” [And now that he thought about it, it would be impossible for a baby to understand professor but Badou seemed to understand him well.]

“You have a lot to learn megane-chan. Well, for starters, he comes from this band called the Sex Pistols. They were really popular in my world and still are to those of us who are dedicated. They’re like role models! He wasn’t a circus performer, at least that I know of, but he did perform tons of times on stage. He’s pretty amazing. There’s a lot of punk rock bands out there like the Ramones, The Misfits, The Who, The Stooges, uh, oh, Generation X. I mean those are a few of ‘em that I thought on the top of my head. They’re big inspirations for people like me from my preference of music to my clothes, mmhm.” 

"Wow, I know none of those!"

It was expected, considering Hana wasn’t really interested in anything besides attempting to study and bothering Shinagawa. But, that fact didn’t really affect her, she wasn’t all that ~in~ with the young teens nowadays, anyway. She didn’t even understand what most things that are common knowledge for others her age, it was like a foreign language to her. This topic, included. But, she wouldn’t mind learning about it! After all, this guy made it really interesting!

"Ohhhh! Are you his student then? Does that make you the Duke of Cigarettes or the Prince! Did you know Uncle Badou is the princess of everything Cancer related! He’s," she paused for dramatic effect, "Cancerella!" A real hip, fab, drama queen who knows how to work it on the stage!

It was actually fairly easy for her to understand Badou, considering her past experiences with people of his nature, it was only natural.

"Then explain to me, yankee-kun!" Hana said in response, brown eyes staring curiously at the other. Though, when he began to list the various bands, she made a sound of understanding before finally saying. "Only a few of those sound familiar! But besides that, it kinda draws a blank! What kinds of stuff did he do on stage, then! Was he like a Ringmaster or something!"

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tattooface:

Oh wow! There were so many people pouring in! How great~! That would mean much, much more fun for her! She could play with them all! Overwhelmed with excitement she offers waves to them all, practically shouting words,

“My name is Lily Baskerville~! It’s great to meet you all~!”

"Wow! You look really adorable!"

Hana said, smiling as she immediately made herself eye level with the other. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” she continuously stared at the other before finally asking the other what had suddenly popped into her mind at that moment.

"What’s it like being a kid! I don’t think kids wear capes or have a neat little fruit roll up tattoo on the side of their face! But how did you get your tongue that far over there! Is your tongue really big to where it can increase in size and slammed the design over your face and voila!"

"So does that mean your face smells like fruit? Can I smell it!"

Oh, and it was too late for an answer. Hana was already close to the girl and smelling her face, trying to find the cherry scent but, sadly, not finding it one bit. “Hey! Hey! Hey! How long till it comes off? Can I get a wacky design of a cigarette crown!”

6 Jul 23:05
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sexual education with captain hazama!

yellow-eyed-snake:

Hello, you stupid fucks young children! I see that, unfortunately, someone has been teaching you the wrong things. Well, allow me to set the record straight. .

Now then, which of you lovely gutter fetuses will be taking my informative class?

I am!

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is it time for more sex ed lessons with hazama?

I’m ready, teacher!