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WEEK ZERO: ARRIVAL
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| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ ??? â˝ ??? â˝ ??? |
You know how the story goes by now. One minute youâre somewhere familiar, and the next youâre suddenly somewhere else. Unlike previous times before, the source of your rude awakening isnât a mystery. A harsh jostle causes your body to lunge forward as a tire jumps over a pot hole in the road. Try as you might, itâs hard to ignore the steady thrumming of an engine and the gentle sway beneath you. The faint scent of gasoline seems to waft from the outside, but as you look around youâll notice that the windows are locked, tinted, and impossible to see through. Likewise, the door ahead of you appears to be locked as well. Perhaps the scent is your imaginationâŚ? Regardless, though the lighting is a tad dim, it becomes apparent that youâre inside a large bus dotted with the occasional seat and amid a jumble of other bodies. The people you were last with may be among your fellow passengers. Perhaps they are not. But worry not; thereâs plenty of time to look around and get to know one another on this long, strange trip. It may even be wise to examine the staircase at the other end of the bus. Who knows what awaits you on the other floors? Ah, but before you move too far it may be best to assess the situation. On the bright side, any injuries you incurred have been healed! Isn't it nice to have your limbs in place again? Miracles happen. But...what happened to your clothes? Youâre fairly certain you weren't wearing this t-shirt before...and what's with the denim shorts? Maybe you were fortunate enough to get the knee-length version, but for those of you waking up in bootyshorts...well, we're sure you look great! And what better way to tie the whole look together than white socks and tan sandals? At least you'll be comfortable for the ride. Lucky for you, your new threads aren't the only gift you'll receive upon waking up. Attached to your waist is a high-quality bag filled with some fun goodies for every passenger! For those of you who unzip your bag to check its contents, you will find: -Dry shampoo No other items are on your person at this time, even if you were holding onto it as you began your previous departure. That's a bit troublesome, isn't it? Not really; it's still a bus. Be grateful for the extra elbow room, alright? Oh, and one last thing...on the wrist of every passenger is a small, equally fashionable white scrunchie. Not your style? Perhaps it's a good idea to give the travel guide another read. Searching the bus from top to bottom will net zero results in the way of an escape. All of the windows are similarly tinted and locked, and the only exit door appears to be the one on the first level that can't be opened at this time. But hey. You're all old pros at this, right? You know what to do next! Get to know the people around you, trade stories with your fellow passengers, and...well. Buckle up for the bumpy ride ahead. |
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--WAIT]
Did you say opposite of a haircut?
[suddenly he's all ANGERY TEETH SNARLING MADBOI, rounding on majima with the same kind of singleminded focus that makes people embarrassed to look at their high school yearbook.]
Where the hell is he!? Is he here?!
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Look, I don't keep tabs on the kid or anything, I got no clue!
[ he's tensing if asch decides to come any closer, by the way. ]
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When's the last time you saw him?! Is he here!?
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I already told ya, I don't know shit! What the hell is your deal, kid?
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[he's not letting this go, come hell or a punch in the face]
You know someone that looks like me. Where did you last see him! Tell me!
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so he's not punching asch (yet), but he is going to attempt to grab him by the collar of his shitty shirt and lift him up. ]
Wherever he is, it ain't here, unless he's hidin' in a storage compartment. Which I wouldn't blame him for, if he's gotta watch out for a crazy son of a bitch like you!
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[it works except it's not like the shirt is tucked in or anything? so majima just kinda like, stretches the fabric, exposes asch's awesome shredded 8-pack, and chokes him a little.
so anyway
he kicks majima in the goro family jewels]
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also bold of you to assume he doesn't dodge by dropping to the floor and then trying to sweep asch's legs ]
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this is now a dodge dance, and they are both nailing it. Asch barely avoids the sweep with a hop, and telegraphs a punch with his left hand--
--before feinting, and aiming for a direct jab to majima's jaw with his right.]
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so asch's punch does indeed connect, but majima goro is Not a Bitch, so he doesn't even flinch as it's immediately returned with a knee aimed at asch's gut ]
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anyway, asch does react, he coughs in pain, but since majima didn't, and this is important, he also pretends that he, too, is extremely Hard and Does Not Care Even Though He Does
he scrambles to grab on to majima's jorts in retribution, though, hooking some fingers into the belt loops to gain momentum for another attempted assault on the goro mame and weiners.]
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but if that's how he wants to play, then so be it—when asch grabs his shorts, majima "loses" his balance, but not before hooking his arm around asch's neck to drag him down to the floor as company. ]
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it's a completely unexpected manoeuvre, mostly because he never would've done it, and he goes down hard, huffing out his breath as he lands on his side, bicycling his legs to kick majima as hard as possible, wherever possible. meanwhile, his fists are just flailing at this point, an mma-style technique proven to only work in the hexagon when everyone's already really tired.]
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