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daybreakacademy2019-10-01 03:20 pm
hippocarnival) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-01 03:20 pm
[Open]
Who: Yuya and you
When: First week or so of October
Where: Around Campus
What: Yuya deals with the consequences of trying to kill people in a fae-induced haze.
Warnings: Trauma talk about violence, attempted murder, etc. Bullying??
[Face the Music]
[The year doesn't start like the others. The horror of what Yuya's done during the night of the Hunt sets in quickly--all the people he terrorized and hurt before he was pulled from it. Targetting his friends, dragging Odd-Eyes into a frenzy through his connection--so he doesn't make it to classes his first week back, so sick with himself.
But he can't hide forever. On the first of October he trudges through the halls to class, strangling his book bag in his arms with his head held down.
The whispers start in the hallway, but it isn't until he sits down at his desk and he looks up that he realizes how... wary some people are. Quick, nervous glances pointed his way and switching seats to put distance between them until he's isolated by empty desks.
Yuya stares ahead, hands trembling, completely lost to his classwork as he counts down the seconds until he can run out of there.]
[Penalty]
[He tries to avoid everyone everywhere else. That's easier for his friends, whose habits he knows better to dodge the hallways they go down, their rooms or lunch periods. But he doesn't know everyone he pursued, even rememeber all of them clearly, and sometimes when avoiding the crowd he's blindsided.
It's the girl, standing next to a boy a little taller than her. The one with the shield, and she's one he does recall immediately when he sees her--her arm wrapped in bandages and a tense recognition locking her whole body up when they make eye contact. Oh, he'd certainly tried to kill her.
Yuya takes a step back, croaking a weak sound from his throat as he tries to speak. To apologize, even if no words are going to be enough. Maybe he moves too quickly, or the wrong way, because the boy lunges into action immediately. He grabs Yuya's arm and shoves him against the wall, and Yuya curls in on himself.] You--
I'm sorry! [Like sorry is really enough, and doesn't he have every right to be mad at him? Doesn't she?]
[Extra Curricular]
[He sneaks by the sign up sheets for clubs towards the end of the day, where he thinks he can miss most of the people. His name is already on there, of course, as one of the first in preparation for running the club for the new year. Right next to Nana's.
Yuya grabs the pen connected to the clipboard, setting it firmly to the paper. He hesistates, biting his lip... then slowly drags it over his name, back and forth to cross it out.]
When: First week or so of October
Where: Around Campus
What: Yuya deals with the consequences of trying to kill people in a fae-induced haze.
Warnings: Trauma talk about violence, attempted murder, etc. Bullying??
[Face the Music]
[The year doesn't start like the others. The horror of what Yuya's done during the night of the Hunt sets in quickly--all the people he terrorized and hurt before he was pulled from it. Targetting his friends, dragging Odd-Eyes into a frenzy through his connection--so he doesn't make it to classes his first week back, so sick with himself.
But he can't hide forever. On the first of October he trudges through the halls to class, strangling his book bag in his arms with his head held down.
The whispers start in the hallway, but it isn't until he sits down at his desk and he looks up that he realizes how... wary some people are. Quick, nervous glances pointed his way and switching seats to put distance between them until he's isolated by empty desks.
Yuya stares ahead, hands trembling, completely lost to his classwork as he counts down the seconds until he can run out of there.]
[Penalty]
[He tries to avoid everyone everywhere else. That's easier for his friends, whose habits he knows better to dodge the hallways they go down, their rooms or lunch periods. But he doesn't know everyone he pursued, even rememeber all of them clearly, and sometimes when avoiding the crowd he's blindsided.
It's the girl, standing next to a boy a little taller than her. The one with the shield, and she's one he does recall immediately when he sees her--her arm wrapped in bandages and a tense recognition locking her whole body up when they make eye contact. Oh, he'd certainly tried to kill her.
Yuya takes a step back, croaking a weak sound from his throat as he tries to speak. To apologize, even if no words are going to be enough. Maybe he moves too quickly, or the wrong way, because the boy lunges into action immediately. He grabs Yuya's arm and shoves him against the wall, and Yuya curls in on himself.] You--
I'm sorry! [Like sorry is really enough, and doesn't he have every right to be mad at him? Doesn't she?]
[Extra Curricular]
[He sneaks by the sign up sheets for clubs towards the end of the day, where he thinks he can miss most of the people. His name is already on there, of course, as one of the first in preparation for running the club for the new year. Right next to Nana's.
Yuya grabs the pen connected to the clipboard, setting it firmly to the paper. He hesistates, biting his lip... then slowly drags it over his name, back and forth to cross it out.]
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Would you fucking clean out your ears and calm the fuck down? Maybe pay attention to what I'm actually fucking saying? Go on, calm down, I'll wait til you're ready.
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But just hating those parts of himself never made them go away.]
Sorry. [He drags his hands from his hair to his face, rubbing roughly to try and clear the tears. He makes an attempt to look up at Mav.] I--I know, I'm messing up. I'm making things worse, but I'm not trying to!
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Look. I'm not someone anyone's gotta apologize to, got it? I'm just some dickhead. You didn't hurt me, and I'm not mad at you, and I'm just gonna have a fucking chat with you, alright? But first you're gonna tell me what color shirt you're wearing, cuz I'm colorblind as fuck.
[And also getting someone to focusing on weird information like that was a useful way to get them to calm down, from what he remembers of social worker(?) visits in the earlier days.]
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Huh? [He's just... more confused, looking down at his shirt like he needs to verify it.] Blue.
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Blue's good. Blue and yellow, that's how most shit looks, but I don't get tired of blue.
[And then he'll pat Yuya roughly on the head and step back.]
And now that I know you understand the words coming out of my mouth... I get that you're scared about the shit you did and you feel terrible. I do. Mousie ain't scared like you're scared, though! He isn't running from you, staying at Mama's inn. Hell, he would've stayed here if you fucking asked him to. Get that through your skull?
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... I didn't know he was leaving until he was already gone. [And Yuya was left with a note and a painting. He assumes Toki didn't want to tell him in person, and that's probably his fault too.] He wouldn't have done that if he didn't think it was best.
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Except you didn't exactly make it easy for him to talk to you about it, dumbass. When I asked him if he wanted to leave, he said he wanted to make sure you'd be okay first. But you fucking avoided him. How's he supposed to tell you shit if you aren't around to tell?
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He takes a deep breath, wrapping his arms loosely around himself.] No, I... should have left instead. Even if he stayed, I'll cause him problems like this. It'll hurt, and I don't want to hurt him anymore.
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Or, I dunno, you could shut the fuck up and listen to what he wants? You know, something that would have been nice for him to do to you when he was fucking bonkers going around screaming and hitting people all the time? This is how he talked, at the start of that. He fucking talked about switching rooms because he didn't wanna cause you trouble anymore, how he was. Fucking hell, don't any of you fucking talk to each other?
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I remember. He asked me, because he thought that's what I'd want.
[But he didn't ask this time, because Yuya's too unstable to talk to. How bad is he if he's less approachable than Toki in the middle of his mania? He couldn't even ask this time--because of him, because he's so unstable and difficult.]
So what do I do? He already left. [What Toki wants, it sounds like--the problem is him and he needs to adjust himself for Toki's sake, for everyone's sake. There's a certainty to that he clings to. If he can't cope with wha t he felt that night, what he did, then he just needs to push it down, hold it tight because nobody else can handle it, either.
He's just a problem, so be less of one.]
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You stay. You don't run, you fucking stay where he can find you, you let him find you, and then you fucking listen. Stop hiding and doing shit that isn't you, like... [Maverick sighs, glancing over to the sign up sheets again.] ...scratching out your fucking place in the drama club. Banana Jammer's gonna need the help anyway, she's busy being student president over this shitshow.
Quit assuming you know what it is people want, or what's best. You do that, you...let people get hurt. You let people get away with hurting others. You don't mean to, but it's...what happens. When you keep all this shit to yourself.
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If what he wants is opposed to what his friends want, which one needs to give? It sounds like... his, because his are what's causing the problem. Nana needs help. Toki doesn't need to have to be uncomfortable in their space because of him. And he can't do those things if he's drowning in himself.
Not keeping it to himself just doesn't align with the apparent damage of letting it out, and he's pretty sure that's the bigger issue. He's so tired of not being strong enough for his friends.
He reaches to pull off the hat and offers it back to Maverick.] Okay.
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Okay? [Like he's making sure. Okay, Yuya heard him. Okay, Yuya will listen. Okay, things will be okay now. Okay.] Great. We'll start here. You can ask him to come back, I don't give a fuck, what he wants to do is his business...but there's something else I gotta talk to him about first.
[Because when it rains, it fucking pours.]
So give me some time, and use that time to fucking work your other shit out. Also, your name is back on the sheet. [It is.] You wanna cross it off again, that's your business.
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Has to find a way to push it down before they see each other again. Doesn't he pride himself as an actor? Kano could do it, so can he. Without illusions.
He looks at the signup sheet. The idea of being in front of people, being judged by the people that don't forgive him, makes him feel sick. But Nana needs him.]
It's fine. I'll be where he can find me.
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Yeah. No more hiding. [...] I'm sure Cricket would appreciate you taking a trip to Canada, but the school can get pretty pissed when you just fucking take off. Speaking from experience.
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I should go--back to my room.
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Yeah, sure. Good fucking talk.
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