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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:58 pm
Junko kept up the sweetness and kindness the whole way, swinging her and Sarias' hands back and forth as they walked. She led her away from the group, out of earshot and far enough from the group that she wouldn't be ruining anyone's reunions. That was the last thing Junko wanted right now. When they finally did stop Junko let go of Sarias' hand and turned on her heel to face the banshee ghoul, her hands once again behind her back as she stood there with...an odd sense of confidence. She had promised herself that if she had a second chance she'd do things differently; she'd still be herself, but she wasn't going to just let people trample on her. People like Mei and Sarias. Everyone treated her like she was something delicate that would break so easily; Riley, Nuk, Seiji, Yaya, Sin..they all did it. While Junko appreciated the fact that they cared for her enough to protect her, it was starting to get to Junko that she couldn't fend for herself without them. She was not pathetic. She was not worthless. She was not made of glass.
And so there she stood, dressed in her very worn pajamas, her hair cut painfully short, and her face stained with tears. Her hair did move slightly but it wasn't enough, it needed to be longer. Junko would just have to grow it back like she had before. She sniffed a little, somehow managing to keep calm for the most part. Inside she was panicking; Junko had no idea what she was doing.
"It's weird! I've seen you around, but I don't think I've actually gotten to know you, you know? Heh. I thought you were some loud jerk who didn't know how to keep her big trap shut," Junko giggled. The Mistress' mouth was twisted into something akin to intrigued curiosity. Junko was saying these things? Junko? Not Her? This was new! "First there was that time you fought with Riley, and I thought maybe it was just a big misunderstanding or something. Then the auction...wow. But then the boats. Gosh, quite frankly I wished you'd fallen overboard instead of Riley and Nuk." Throughout all this her sweet smile remained, unwavering and strong to cover up the nearly crippling nervousness she was feeling inside. It took everything Junko had not to tremble with fear, to flail and apologize and cry and plead for Sarias to just forget everything before running off to go be with her friends and try to block this from her head. Hell, it was a shock to herself that it was Junko saying these things herself and not Her. Normally she would have kept these thoughts in her head! But she just couldn't. Not right now. She needed to stand up for herself. Junko didn't want to be anyone's burden, and she didn't want to be completely pitiful and a shame to her race, family and friends. She would do Riley proud and not succumb to Her efforts to break her, and she would make herself and hopefully her friends happy in not letting someone walk all over her like some kind of rug.
"And then...well...it's funny." Junko's head tilted to the side and her eyes turned away like she was trying to think of something, puckering her lips a bit as she gave a thoughtful little hum. "I could have sworn that Seiji was my boilfriend. He certainly told me that. And as far as I know he doesn't have any other ghoulfriends...so that would mean that..hmm! You shouldn't be touching him and implying things with him, I think? Correct me if I'm wrong! I'm new to this dating thing, after all!" Junko giggled, giving Sarias a closed eyed smile. It was almost creepy how she was saying these things with such a chipper tone to her voice, giggling and smiling and looking as if she was speaking with the ghoul about the cutest things ever...but her words did not match her actions. Despite the sugary sweet exterior the words somehow still held an odd bit of venom behind them.
"So I guess all I can say is back off." She ended her warning in a cold, dark voice much different from her usually sweet and shy self. Her smile fell and her eyes opened into slits, her fists clenching behind her back. Beneath her short hair The Mistress was grinning, beaming with pride. Alright, so perhaps her years of effort weren't a total waste.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:10 am
Being led by an overly chirpy monster was not the highlight of Sarias new life, it was a tedious bore but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t wangle her hand free. Usually she would slap the ghoul silly until she begged to be let go! But with Seiji only just reunited with Junko she thought better than to not go along with what the brat wanted. Maybe she needed someone bigger to hold her hand for the bathroom or something, she didn’t know. She hated kids.
Out of sight, out of mind Junko led her down paths and buildings until they were truly alone and with an air of boredom she leaned against a free wall, her mind on which pet’s corpse she would find in the returned to her dorm room.
The first sentence was hazed by her over-keen actions, her motions spilling over with friendship and kindness. If she was trying to fool her it wasnt working, Sarias did not trust her. Junko had on many occasions displayed her dislike of the banshee. Did she really think acting all sugar & sweet would put her of the scent of why they were really here? Sarias could alomost taste the tension and now back on school grounds her tendrils had started to seep down from her cut offs, flicking at their freedom and searching for the host of this frazzled emotion. Did she truly think she couldn’t see the hate? The dislike?
She grinned at the retelling of her most known arguments and fights in chronological order, her mind skipping back to the good old days of plain old tussles. None of this insanity fog, dead children and frustrated reapers crap.
“My reputation precedes me, even the infant classes are hearing of my battles now. Now isn’t that sweet. Did your teacher let you draw a happy picture about it? Well done little ghoul.” Her voice dripped sarcasm like a waterfall, her mouth turned into a smile that would not quit. It was very obvious she was finding this all so very amusing. A little ghoul who had finally found the balls to stand up to someone bigger and better.
Too little, too late.
“Boilfriend? Oh dear, I thought he was your carer! A carer with benefits of course.” She hissed as she tapped a finger over her lips, a hip jutting out to allow her other hand to rest on it. Her signature pose, she needed no second bidding to fall into it. With the hand she had taped her lips on she allowed it to float across the space between them touching Junko roughly on her nose, flicking it as she leaned forward.
“Little ghouls should watch their mouths around superiors. I am not interested in your boil, he has your stink all over him. But…I can’t be blamed if he jumps ships now can I? Who I am I to discourage him if wishes to better himself?”
She leaned back again with both arms crossed over her chest, fingers tapping on her upper arm as she waited for the silly retort the monster would have to say. She was getting bored now and had no time to play these games.
“If I were you, which I dam glad am not, I would take a long look at myself. You obviously know what I can see. You’re not good enough. And if you have so little faith that he will stray…well, you only have yourself to blame.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:29 pm
Junko's hands moved to rest on her hips as Sarias mocked her, looking very uninterested. Keep calm, keep calm. You can't break down now, Junko. Truth be told Junko was terrified and damn near on the verge of shaking in her sandals, having to hold her breath every now and then to keep herself from completely losing it. She was watching Sarias, watching her mock her and attempt to belittle her...Sarias was the pathetic one. Sarias was the child. How could someone be so...so mean?! What did she get out of it?! Did she want to be alone? Because that was all this was going to lead to! Sarias would be left all alone and she'd have no one to blame but herself. Normally Junko would want to be her friend out of pity, but she couldn't even do that. She slapped at Sarias' hand as it came at her to touch her nose, glaring darkly at the banshee. Her hair twitched. "He is my boilfriend. My boilfriend." Junko spat, blinking and staring at Sarias.
Her...her superior? Heh..he..haha! Ha! Junko was genuinely amused, this wasn't the first time someone had called themselves her superior; the last 'person' who did it was The Mistress and The Empress, so for Sarias to tell her this she found it very funny. Junko smiled, giggling and pressing her fingers against her lips. She was so SAD! Haha! To honestly think she was superior to anyone?! Junko's arms hugged her middle and she bent forward a little as she laughed, the laughter lasting a good few seconds before she seemed to calm down a little and stand straight again, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. It took a second to regain her composure before she returned to that sugary sweet display from before, clasping her hands beneath her chin. "Gosh, Sarias! I never knew how pathetic you were!" The Mistress' grin grew. Finally, it was about time Junko voiced her own thoughts instead of feeling guilt when She did it for her. "Like, to honestly think you're superior to anyone?" She giggled all over again and waved a hand as if fanning herself, rolling her eyes. Yes, she was playing it up a bit but...seriously?! "That's a laugh! Haha! Listen," She glared at the ghoul again and took a step forward, mimicking the banshee's actions from moments before but with a hand pointed and poking at her chest, trying to force her to move back. This was a sign that she was the one in control here, right? Riley had done it to Nuk on the boat...
"You. Are nothing. But a stuck up b***h who apparently never learned how to play nice. Who is pathetic, who is the real child here. This isn't how a lady behaves. This isn't how anyone behaves unless they're scaring humans. You, Sarias, are the child here. You Sarias, are just a b***h. You are NOT my SUPERIOR!" Her hand shook just slightly and she clenched her fist to keep calm. Junko's hair raised slightly and looked slightly longer than it had before. If it was at its full length this action would look a little more threatening. "You are no one's superior. In fact, if you keep behaving this way you'll only be a step above filth. You'll live your life alone, and you'll have no one to blame but your Jackdamned self. You 'reputation'? It isn't one to be proud of. I've seen what you do. I've watched how you work. You do whatever you can to be the center of attention, you're unreasonably racist, and from the looks of it you get off on belittling everyone. What is your deal? You walk all over people! But you're not walking on me."
Junko frowned. "I learned something on that island. Did you learn anything, Sarias? Did you learn anything? I learned I'm not this pitiful child you seem dead set on believing I am. I learned I can take care of myself, and my friends love me no matter what. Even if I cry, even if I hurt their feelings believing them to be a fake, they love me. Can you say the same? I am strong, I am not a burden, and more importantly...I am sick of taking your s**t!" It was hard to tell if her fact was red from rage and adrenaline or embarrassment and panic. She swore! Junko never swore! Usually it came out on The Mistress' end and...oh Jack...ohhh Jack. CrapcrapcrapJackonacrackcrapaughSariaswasgoingtokillher. No! No...Junko couldn't back down now. She clenched her fists and stood her ground for now.
"So back off! And I don't just mean with Seiji! Grow up, Sarias! Stop acting like a spoiled brat of a child who has to have her way and treat others like dirt when she is the real filth!"
Oh sweet unholy mother of Jack Junko was going to die.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 5:21 am
The little ghoul was obviously having a moment, Sarias leaned back allowing her to talk herself red in the face. Maybe children sleep better after a rant, her parents will be awful proud that their little ghoul slept the whole night through, with or without any accidents would remain to be seen. What did snap her out of daydreaming was the poking. She was poking her,
poking her?
POKING HER!?
Her eyes flickered back down to lock once more with Junko's. She was erratic now, feeding of her anger like Sarias had done so many times before. If she wasn't such a whiny b***h she may have some respect for the onslaught she was dishing out. But it fell on deaf ears. Junko was saying things she had heard a thousands time before and they had lost all meaning. Had no effect on the thick skin she had developed since re-wakening. Yawning she pattered a hand over her mouth and then twisted towards Junko's face, her hand to open and closing as if it was speaking, mocking.
" Bla, bla, bla. Are you finished yet little ghoul? Obviously missed your nap time didn't you? A little grumpy are we?" She rubbed non-existent sleep from her eye and waved a hand as if dismissing her.
"Listen its very cute you getting your knickers in a twist over me, truly, am flattered. But i don't listen to whiny little ghouls who are hypocrites. You die once and your all new? Plu- uh -lese! This is my second time. Old news sweetie and again, don't talk to your betters in that tone or I'll have to choke the insolence out of you. Which ever way you look at it, even if am below everyone else - " On this note she leaned in close, sneering so deeply she threatened to rip her stitches out. "- I will always be above you."
She whipped the hair that had fallen across her features towards Junko hitting her face as she twisted and turned on her heels to leave the scene. But she stopped. She stopped and lifted an arm up, one finger pointing to wards the sky as if she just remembered something, as if an idea struck her paralysed.
"Oh! How silly of me!" She laughed now, it wasn't nice though, friendly or kind. It was deep, and forced. And before Junko could block her way Sarias had turned back and leapt at her. Claws wrapping round her neck so tight she wanted to pop the little cows head right off!
"FILTH AM I!!" She spat in her face, the sheer anger radiating from every pore. "FILTH! FILTH!" It was like a word she couldn't process as she slammed the smaller ghouls body against the wall, and again, and again. She put her whole body into it. It may have been a little unfair, right now Junko's face was getting blurred with a redheads in Sarias mind and all she wanted right now was to see this ghouls FEAR spattered against the wall.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 5:58 am
Quite frankly, Junko was hardly surprised Sarias was blowing her off. How could she expect anything less. She was right, Junko knew she was right. Sarias was nothing but a pathetic little b***h who needed to grow up and let go of her superiority complex. Both Junko and The Mistress growled angrily at the implication of needing a 'nap time'. Oh she did NOT just treat her like a baby. Junko was not going to let her just do that. No. Hell no. No way. Never again! "I never said anything about dying." She hissed. Sure, the dying had helped but...she'd been learning before then as well. "Quit deluding yourself into thinking you're 'my better', Sarias. I know who is superior to me and it isn't you." Junko was only slightly taken aback by Sarias moving. Where was she...why was she getting in her face?! Oh no. That was it. Junko was going to die right now. She was going to literally bite her face off. Or not. Junko's face twisted into a dark glare as Sarias sneered at her and spoke of being above her.
Oh.
No.
She.
Did.
NOT.
Junko's initial reaction was to pull her hand back only to whip it forward and toward Sarias, giving her a hard SLAP! across the face. And then before she knew it Sarias was on top of her with her arms around her neck. Oh crap! This was it! She was going to die! She totally was going to die!
No wait....no! She couldn't! Not again! Junko was not dying again! Especially not because of Sarias! Junko gasped for air as she was slammed against the wall, wincing and grabbing Sarias' wrists as tightly as she could. No! Nonononono! Just let go! Let go! Let GO! Junko kicked at the psycho banshee trying to strangle her to death, already weak as it was but her lack of physical strength was merely exacerbated by the fact that she was sleep deprived, exhausted and hungry. But survival instincts? Those could kick in. Oh yes. "Let...me...GO!" Junko growled breathlessly, pushing against the hands around her throat. Her hair, if only she had her hair. If only she could just...
Sarias would suddenly find a curtain of black hair writhing down her arms, slithering and grabbing until they reached her elbows. That was when they squeezed, hard, intent on surprising her enough to get her off Junko. If that didn't work then Junko's nails digging into the banshee's hands hopefully would. Either way both She and Junko were dead set on getting this crazy b***h off her. "TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I WILL KILL YOU." She roared, not caring that Sarias couldn't see Her teeth gnashing. All that mattered as She hold her back.
Junko wheezed and gasped for breath, a hand against her throat as she coughed and seemed to pay no mind to the fact that Sarias was now being held back with just her hair until she realized...Sarias was being held back with her HAIR! Her hair! Her beautiful, precious hair! It was back! It was glorious! It seemed thicker than before but that was okay! She was elated by the return of her hair, clapping and cheering as best as she could all things considered. Guess she wasn't such a 'little ghoul' after all! "I told you to back off. But did you listen?" Junko rolled her eyes, grinning. The one thing about her race she was proud of was back in her grasp; she could feel true confidence again. "And yes...Sarias...you are filth. To let a 'little ghoul' like me 'get your knickers in a twist'? I thought you were better than that." She crossed her arms and glared at the banshee ghoul. This was self defense, and it wasn't her FEAR, she just prayed to Jack Red wouldn't see this and give her detention for it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:25 am
The whole thing took Sarias completely by surprise, her eyes were nestled on her hands wrapped around her neck, her thumbs pressing down on the vocal cords, cutting of the air, nails puncturing the flesh so little rivers of blood ran down ever so slightly. She was laughing now, a horrible gut laugh that sounded more like a scream as she pushed and pushed and pushed. Why wasn't she dying yet? Why was she struggling. An insignificant little s**t that had nothing to exist for, nothing, NOTHING!
Yet. There she was, and getting further away? It was the surprise that stopped Sarias reacting. The hair curled and sprung in places that knew where to go. It wrapped her arms tightly, squeezed and tugged until it pushed with all its force sending Sarias crashing across the room. Her hands still outstretched in the shape of Junko's neck. Pushing forward she struggled, her arms wrapped tightly and being forced to part,her hands now in chains of long silky hair.
Baring her teeth she lashed out with her legs, the hair so strong it acted as a counter weight as she tried to catch Junko, too far away to reach she pulled at her arms to no avail.
" You nasty little whore!! I will find it a great pleasure to rip you limb from limb! I don't degrade myself in doing so, I welcome it! You want to piss me off little ghoul?" Her head tilted down so her face and eyes were shadowed by her hair, red eyes gleaming so vivid they seemed to glow. The snarl escaped her lips as clenched teeth gritted, and her own party trick came to life. Tendrils lashing they snapped down, hitting the floor and flooding from her like a river. They crawled up the wall, they seeped in and over every surface and ran the length of her body as the clawed up and over her arms to attach over the hair that held her fast.
The temperature dropped.
"You want to see me angry?" She barked, every moment another tendril rapped round the main column of hair. "You want to see me angry at you? Huh? I didn't take you off from the group, i didn't want to speak to you, to see you. But you childish jealous has lead you to this! You think i don't like showing little shits just what their made off?" The tendril were ice cold and strangling the hair, ice crystals were forming now. Sarias wasn't inducing any fear, this was just her, her body. And her body was about to snap the newly grown hair in half...
If she had the chance that is.
"Dam Hellma....not even allowed to punch one Reaper in the face..."
The voice of Red echoed through the area. She sounded pissed. More pissed than Sarias, maybe both of them combined. And she doubted she would need much more encouragement to release that stress on the both of them caught like this. Junko must have been thinking the same thing as her hair relaxed on its grip and before she had the chance Sarias used her tendrils to throw them off. Bouncing back she threw a glare at her, a hand pointing, threatening.
"Little s**t this isn't over, its never going to be over." and with that she slipped through the nearest wall, her pin clasped in a following tendril as she made her escape leaving Junko alone
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:18 pm
Whore?! Junko winced a little as she was called a whore but she refused to back down, knowing the moment she did Sarias would really try to kill her. Her fists clenched and she frowned deeply while trying desperately not to break down right then and there; it took everything Junko had, every ounce of willpower within her, to not tremble with fear and hyperventilate for all eternity. Her heart was racing painfully in her chest to a point where it almost felt like it was just going to burst right out of her chest, she could even hear it in her head. Ugh. It hurt so bad. This hadn't been Junko's intention at all! She didn't want to piss her off! She just...she just wanted to stand up for herself against a huge bully! This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out!
Did it just get colder? Junko stared wide-eyed at Sarias as she seemed to get just...terrifying. She watched as it climbed up the wall of the building beside them, tearing her gaze away from it to stare at Sarias as she barked at her. All she'd wanted to do was talk! She didn't want it to lead to physicality! Not at all!
She never thought she'd ever be relieved to hear Professor Red's voice. Junko gasped and immediately set to untangling herself from Sarias, backing away from her quickly to press against the wall and stare up toward a window above her. Red was coming. Red was coming. Red was coming and she looked like she was causing trouble. Junko was not getting detention! Not again! Not for self defense! Wait! Crap! She let go of Sarias and--oh.
Oh crap...
Junko watched as the banshee left, finally releasing the breath she had been holding as she slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Oh Jack..oh Jack oh Jack oh JACK! What had she done?! She...oh Jack! Junko slapped a hand over her own mouth, feeling sick to her stomach. She looked around and realized there were still students nearby, and thankfully it didn't look like any of them had exactly been watching. Good, good...this was her chance. She didn't want to be around anyone, she needed to be alone. She needed to be. She had to be.
And so Junko pushed against the wall to stand again, breathing short, quick breaths as she bolted away as fast as she could possibly run. She ran and ran all the way back to her dorm, not stopping for anything until she was in her room, locking the door and on her bed again. Junko threw herself down on her bed much to the surprise of her minipets, her face buried into her pillow as she held the ends of it for dear life. She wasn't coming out! No one could make her come out!
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