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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 2, 2019 20:19:07 GMT
There was Himura Yuko, armed with a mop. As much as she would have loved to say that she was using said mop as a makeshift polearm to beat up an army of evil ninjas as the world’s most badass janitor, that was sadly not the case… No, she was using the mop for its intended purpose, cleaning the dirty toilets of some downtown bar.
Earlier that day, she had been taking a nice wazz in the ladies’ restroom, when she overheard two girls she knew from school walk in and start gossiping about her, saying how Yuko was such a loser for being 16 years old and still not having a boyfriend. Naturally, she had no choice but to beat the shit out of both of them, causing a decent amount of property damage in the process. The owner of the bar (who also happened to be the uncle of one of the girls) had Yuko clean the toilets after closing hours in order to pay her debt. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment!
“Damn… Are guys just incapable of aiming, or are they missing on purpose?” She mused to herself, pinching her nose as she had to clean a particularly filthy toilet that reeked from a distance. It was at that point that Yuko heard the door click open and turned to acknowledge the newcomer. “Yo. What do you want?”
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Post by Aono//Teru on Sept 4, 2019 1:19:40 GMT
Aono managed to opened the door with little to no sound, wedging her foot halfway through as her damaged arm made it hard with certain things. She paid little to no attention of the girl next to her as she commented on her existence. What was there to say anyways? It was none of Yuko's business what she was doing. Her sharp red eyes would lock with the other girl's for a very moments. She had some form of build to her, but not enough to put Aono on guard. She wouldn't be an issue. She simply didn't give Yu a reply. She didn't need to.
It stunk. This entire place stunk like shit but, eh. Aono had smelt worse. Speaking of worse. Aono looked like shit. A broken arm in a cast, an eye so injured it needed an eyepatch. Yet somehow the girl was covered in a reasonable amount of blood on her shirt. Some others, some her own. She was in her gym uniform. And she'd just finished beating a few jocks up after they'd given her less then pleasant looks. They feared her, she knew that, she was just as tall as they where and she made it clear who they where messing with. She knew she would eventually get in trouble as she ditched the class but she could care less right know.
She simply walked over to the stink and started washing her hands, and her face, and her uniform. Really she just wanted to get the blood out. "...Mm." The stains didn't seem to be coming out. Maybe she needed soap?
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 4, 2019 8:18:29 GMT
“Did you not read the sign? This is the men’s… room?” The punk-looking girl blinked confusedly, tilting her head as she took a better look at this… uuuh… person. It was hard to tell whether they were male or female. They were taller than the average Japanese woman and their facial features looked rather ambiguous. Yuko couldn’t bother to look for any semblance of a chest under their wrinkled shirt, mainly because said shirt was covered in what could’ve only been blood. Adding up the fact that they looked like they’d just come out of the hospital, Yuko had to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t another of those fever dreams she got after marathoning Japanese horror films.
“You know, if I’d just killed a man, I’d probably try to wash the blood off in my own bathroom, not in a public place where someone might see me.” The female delinquent said, all the while turning her mop into a makeshift plunger and trying her best (but not really) to clean that shitty toilet. She was joking, obviously. She was pretty sure that person had not actually killed a man? Or had they…? Frankly, their presence felt so intimidating it gave even Yuko the chills.
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Post by Aono//Teru on Sept 4, 2019 8:39:15 GMT
She did not face Yuko as she talked. Not for a long while at least. She continued scrubbing until the stains finally cleared a bit. "Girl's bathrooms weren't open, someone shovelled toilet paper down one of the stalls, it is now overflowing. So. Improvisation. A bathroom is a bathroom. I care very little." Each word with cold and spoken as if was completely reasonable. As she spoke her voice made it more clear; she was a girl. It much more feminine then her appearance.
She turned when the girl mentioned the idea of murder. Her eyes staring right into Yu's bloody soul. "I did not kill them, there is no reason to kill weak men, they would just be a waste of my time, their not even worth it." Her contact with Yuko would break. She would keep trying to get the blood off, as much as possible. "Besides, murdering someone in a public high school is stupid, Japan eviction rates are ridiculous. You wouldn't make it out alive. If I where to kill someone I'd drug them in their own home, melt their body with sulfuric acids in a bathtub, and pour it down a drain." As she said that, she would use her free hand to remove the eye patch, and with some damp paper towels, wash it her eye.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 4, 2019 9:06:06 GMT
Yuko was not happy to hear that one of the toilets in the ladies’ restroom had been clogged. She was not happy at all. “Fuck me! I just cleaned that shit five minutes ago!” She groaned loudly, kicking the toilet she was currently cleaning in her frustration. Still, it was kind of a relief to know without a doubt that this person - a girl, as it turned out - had not actually killed anyone… although her explanation of how she would go about killing someone was worryingly detailed.
“So, you just got into a scuffle at school? I feel ya there…” Yuko said, sighing as she continued to sweep the floor. It didn’t do much, since the mop was dirty to begin with. She was just… rearranging dirt. That sounded about right. “I also got into a fight the other day with that HUGE guy, who I’m pretty sure was taking the same stuff they give to race horses. Still can hardly believe I made it out alive… Oh, and I guess I also got into a fight today technically.”
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Post by Aono//Teru on Sept 9, 2019 11:25:00 GMT
She'd finished with her eye patch, throwing it in the bin then unpacking another one from her pocket. "Then do it again." She would simply put, clearly trying to come off rude or just, to busy not caring whatsoever. "And maybe fast, it is, flooding." She would note, pondering how the school would deal with the leakage. She hoped they didn't, she hoped this entire school drowned.
"Scuffle?" She'd repeat the word, almost confused in a way. "If that is what you call beating three young men nearby unconscious with a pole, then, yes." She'd remark, glancing at her and her scars in the reflection. "...But so even so, I did no win due to strength, but skill, that man you may of fought probably was, quote on quote "beefed up" but without any direction of what's he's doing with himself; he's just a bumbling fuckface with large amounts of body strength." She'd coldly say.
"...Another fight today? With whom?" She'd ponder, after Yuko had finished talking.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 9, 2019 13:43:35 GMT
Yuko definitely did not want to deal with another leaking toilet, so she just grunted in annoyance and rejected the idea entirely. “Bleh, screw it! I’ve already paid my dues. It’s the management’s problem now.” That aside, she was feeling increasingly threatened in that other girl’s presence. She was taller, better built than her and spoke so callously about beating men unconscious. “Jeez… I can get violent too, but that’s just… damn! What did they do to piss you off that much?” She almost didn’t want to know the answer to that question, but she was so curious.
The fight with that steroid-abusing gorilla was frankly something the punk-ish delinquent wanted to wipe off her memory, but the fight that had happened earlier that day she remembered very well, groaning in frustration. “Ugh! Those stupid girls were talking about me behind my back, what was I supposed to do?! They called me a loser for not having a boyfriend. I mean, it’s not that weird to be single in high school, is it? Whatever! Turns out that bitch’s uncle owns the whole bar, so now I’m stuck cleaning his shitty toilets.” The multicolor-haired girl grumpily explained.
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Post by Aono//Teru on Sept 10, 2019 14:09:23 GMT
"Then it shall over flood, and you will probably get in more trouble." Aono would simply sate. Not her problem in the punk girl didn't want to deal with such a mess. She'd probably just suffer for it. But she seemed to have no care for how her actions effected her in the long run, she was impulsive, something An could relate to, to some degree. "They threatened me, so I threatened them back. I proved myself to be the stronger one all them all, and their stood down like they should of to begin with."
An could only produce by an eye roll for this girl's apparent story thought. "So, I am correct, you wasted your time, beating up a bunch of pathetic teenage girls because they made fun of you for not having a romantic relationship with some boy? Is that correct? You unnecessary put time into beating up this lowlife losers, and now your paying for your brilliant idea?" Her entire voice would reek of judgement if it could. "At least bother with people who are an actual challenge, not prissy snobs." She would say coldly.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Sept 10, 2019 14:37:23 GMT
Perhaps Yuko would get in trouble for letting the toilet overflow. Mind you, it was entirely possible that the other girl was bullshitting her this entire time and that in reality there was nothing wrong with the women’s toilets. Either way, she clearly didn’t care. “Look, I’m in enough trouble already. Hell, the freaking owner should be in more trouble than I am. This is forced child labor!” Yuko made her case. She wasn’t letting that bastard get away with it, she knew that much.
For now, though, the female delinquent had to deal with the scary mummy of a teenager judging her harshly for her rash and short-sighted actions. Yuko’s pink eyes narrowed at each of her accusations. “Okay, first of all, there were two of them, so if anything I was the one at a disadvantage. Secondly, you just bragged about beating up a bunch of kids who were weaker than you, so you have no right to judge me!”
The punk girl put her mop away and exited the toilet stall, kicking the door closed behind her. “I don’t care about proving my strength. I just can’t stand all this… unfairness. Bleh, forget it. You wouldn’t understand anyway…” Yuko sighed and prepared to leave.
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Post by Aono//Teru on Oct 7, 2019 5:45:13 GMT
"If it's illegal then sue them, or, threatened them. You will technically be in the right if this is quote on quote, "Child Labor." as you put it." She would say. "Besides." She would walk over to the door, pepping her head out into the school hallway. "It seems to have already gotten bad enough."
Across from the other side of the hallway, a small pool of liquid could be seen forming from just under the girl's toilets, nothing note-worthy, but it didn't look to good at this few moment.
The girl would shut the door again, tilting her head at Yuko as she talked. "Yes. There was two of them. What is your point? You clearly have fought people before, you clearly have had experience, you where already better then them, even two on one I'd doubt they stood a change against you." She was trying to make herself seem like a reasonable one here, like she was in the right.
"Oh but I have every right to judge, they thought themselves better then me, I put them in their place, you say that as if it's a bad thing. That it is bad to put maggots in there place." Her voice was as cold as ice, her red eyes pin pointed right at Yuko's soul.
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Post by Yuko Himura on Oct 7, 2019 9:18:02 GMT
Yuko’s colorful, piercing-filled head also popped out of the bathroom door, as she also observed the surrounding area to make sure that the field was clear. It look like it was. She could see the owner through the corner of her eye, talking on his phone. He looked too distracted, so he probably wouldn’t notice them if they tried to sneak out.
… at least she would have, but the other girl just had to keep rubbing it in how pathetic she was for beating up two girls that were weaker than her. “What the hell is your problem, dude?! They were dissing me behind my back, so I kicked their asses. It’s as simple as that. It’s not a contest of strength or anything.” The young delinquent retorted, but didn’t get too confrontational with Aono. After all, she knew better than to pick a fight with someone who still had blood splattered over their shirt.
“Maggots… maggots?! Jeez, what’s with the supervillain talk?” Yuko winced at her explanation. Okay, now she was genuinely intimidated by this girl’s cold and cruel attitude. “Well, I’m getting outta here.” She finally said, carefully opening the door without making a sound, and making her way out into the streets. Anywhere would be better than in a small room trapped with that one-eyed psychopath!
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Post by Aono//Teru on Nov 10, 2019 9:53:05 GMT
"Everything is about strength. Humans have always been about rising to the top, and throwing the weakest to the wolves below." What was this girl's deal? She was more then a weirdo alright. Half her dialogue sounded like something from a terrible 90's cartoon villain, like she wasn't even a real person, yet here she stood, her blank eyes looking light their ready to rip Yuko's soul from her body.
Her eyes sharped as Yuko even slightly dissed her. Then the girl had the guts to walk away from her while she was still talking. What a goddamn brat. Who did she think she was? Was Aono someone to walk aside from? Despite lacking an arm, and having very bruised and beaten legs she would not just standby and be treated, well, like this. She gave a notable growl as she followed her out the bathroom.
"I was talking," Her voice was quite yet dead cold as she trailed Yuko. "And yet," She attempted to wrap her free hand around Yuko's, her tight an icy grip."You, seem, to think you, have a right, to walk away from, me, when I'm addressing you." She hissed. "So, you either think, your better then me... Or..." Her head tilted to the side."...Your just a coward whose scared of me." She'd stare dead stare into her eyes."Thought, I wouldn't be surprise, none us here would be."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 10, 2019 11:40:12 GMT
Yuko was no coward, but she was undeniably scared. It was late, she was far away from home, and this goddamn sociopath kept going on and on about how the weak were meat for the strong to eat. It all added up to her being reasonably concerned for her own well-being at this point. So, she had to walk away.
Unfortunately, the beat up girl had other plans, grabbing her arm with a tight grip. As she stared back into that cold, blood-red eye, Yuko was horrified. Not because the other girl was stronger, but of how… alien she appeared. Yuko had gotten into fights before with people who had a similar wavelength as her; Punks who just needed to be taken down a notch. This right here was a different beast… She couldn’t be bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with.
The young hooligan felt her throat go dry, cold sweat filling her forehead. “Alright, I’m scared of you… I’m scared of you! You’re happy now?! I am shitting my pants!” Tears of utter helplessness fell from her eyes. It would be so easy to scream at the top of her lungs that she was being assaulted, and hope for some heroic wannabe to come to her rescue. But, what if that only made her attacker angrier? “I wanna go home… Let go of me, you fucking psychopath!!” The multicolor-haired teen let out a hoarse cry, trying her best to wrench her arm free from Aono’s grasp.
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Post by Aono//Teru on Nov 10, 2019 12:27:11 GMT
Her grip would only tighten, if she knew what smiling was she would of done it. She didn't care if she screamed or shouted. She was weak wasn't she? She was admitting it here and now, she was confessing to her what load of shit she was. She knew it. Aono was right. She was always right. Now, if this maggot would going to keep on complaining she might jus- "...Ibuki..? Ibuki what the hell are you doing?!" A voice would cry from behind them. Aono's eyes widen, her gripped loosen, her head snapped backwards. It was a boy with silver hair, vaguely only a year or so younger then Yuko with features mimicking that of Aono, but they seemed softer, kinder. It was Akihisa. It was her younger brother.
"....I've been looking for you everywhere - mom's been worried sick and.. This? This what you have been doing...?" He said, sounding almost mortified, just, gawking at what she was doing to this poor girl.
"..I.."
"...Let her go, please." His eyes where pleading, her just glared at him, not flinching. "..Y-You know what Mom will do if she finds out-"
"Shut up!" She would growl, yet her body seemed to betray her voice, almost flinching when Akihisa mentioned the "M" word. She just eyed them both, Yuko, and her brother, boiling with silent rage and hatred for ruining her attempts. "Your are a maggot." She almost yelled at her brother. "Just as weak as she is."The boy would just sigh, eyes taking to Yuko. "I'm," He stuttered as he looked for words. "I'm so sorry.. My sister is just.. She's.." What? What could he say that wouldn't her yelling at him again. "..Just, please forgive us." He'd give a half awkward bow as Aono just huffed. "Your getting out of this easy, girl, but mark my words, I won't be next time." She hissed, her only visible eye becoming a pointed dagger at Yuko. |
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Post by Yuko Himura on Nov 10, 2019 14:17:05 GMT
While hoping for a ‘hero’ to come to her rescue, a pale-skinned, beat up, scrawny teenager was not exactly what Yuko had in mind. Really, her first thought was that this boy was an accomplish, which would mean that she was doubly screwed, since she couldn’t even overpower her one attacker, let alone two of them. It was him calling Ibuki by name and revealing that he was her brother that made Yuko realize he wasn’t another enemy.
Following the boy’s seemingly successful attempt at defusing the situation, the one-eyed sociopath left one last, very menacing warning for the so-called ‘maggot’. Jerking her arm free and pulling herself back, Yuko really should have taken this chance to run. In fact, her entire body was practically screaming at her to do so. Instead, she stared bewilderedly at the two ghoulish-looking siblings, like a deer before headlights. “Who are you two…?” She muttered in disbelief.
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