Paddy wrote:Back to the subject at hand: making people cry/scarred for life.
While you are waiting, learn how to pick locks, and how to be stealthy. Your next task lies with her legs.
You'd be suprised how easy it is to pick them and even forge your own tools, with a vice, file and small hammer alone. Fascinating pasttime.
Paddy wrote:
Take her legs, and line them with an acid which will burn skin when water is added (if such a thing exists).
Pure sodium, put in not so resilent container so it would rupture and react with skin moisture when put in great strain (running of course). Personally I prefer white phosphorus for that, since when it contacts your skin, there's no way to put it out than knifing away the burning meat. Bonus points for her stumps having almost exposed bone marrow, pain would be piss-inducing.
Nice try BTW, but the point of bullying is to be able to get away with it scot free like a friggin karma houdini - that's what angers people so much. Whole town would be crawling up your ass after taking care of Rin.
Who needs more help: me, cold blooded psychopath who finds it beautiful to see such a fragile bird with every faith she had broken, or guys who get pissed off on me for violating an imaginary character? It's just a fetish, through of doing it in real life is vomit inducing for me. There are many people who just can't stand the temptation absolute power over somebody's life gives them and we don't know what's going on on the other side of the globe right now as I'm typying this.
Back to the topic..
Spring
Do you miss Shiina, Shiz?
Shichan, okay.
Let it be, Shizune.
Sure you do.
Didn't know your father is such.. strong character. Really, why do you need such an oversized house? I could easily imagine him living in a flat and still intimidating the shit out of his contrahents. That money would be put in better use.
Well, sorta.. I don't have much to lose with this Risk shenanigan, so don't accuse me of being apathetic. Surely Misha was better at it, more experience and knowing you. Don't worry, she's like a new person now. Helping other wonderful people like you to experience the world through her ears. No, I'm not flattering, I just don't fucking care what you'll think of me whe I say what I think about you. Hey, you're not the epitome of subtle yourself, at least I have an excuse - I'm a blunt, unrefined man. Anyway, she's still in phase of clinging friendship, if you know what I mean. Jealo.. that's all you got? Come on, train on me! You like it, I know. Do it, you'll feel better. Do it or I'll taunt you again.
Thanks for the dinner. Y'know, I really like your attitude. But you're doing it cause you can afford it, literally and.. how to sign that.. other way. I'm just lazy. Hell, self pity won't help me. For that, I'll show you something in this town, if you like it or not.
Have you ever heard, Shichan, Freud said art is always made with a bit of artist's subconciousness left in it? That's the only through worth something that came from black mouth of that old bastard. That's how I like to view Dante's Inferno. For me, it says you can only reach ultimate bliss akin to nirvana when you reached the deepest bowels of your personal hell. When you'll fall in that point of absolute despair, all that endorfine and adrenaline you've been deprived for a long time will hit you thousandfold. You see things completely diffrent. Stupid? Ever read it? I have one, happy to lend it. Always found it easier to understand upside down, don't know if from all that blood flowing to my head at once, or if it's just new point of view.
No. Let me.. there. It's a church. They made it in interesting style. Red bricks, complete with light red light radiating from the floor around it during night for a glorious effect of being melded from brimstone. Unearthly. Risky, but most Japanese, just as Blacks, Whites and pretty much anybody, won't understand religion if it won't come with dance, song and all that through stopping foolery nowadays. Complete with 'cool' preachers, more often than not spineless cynical gelatinous simulacras of humanity. Because hey, church should be fun, not painfully chiseling your inner being!
How it is, Shizune, to be responsible for delays in another festival? See, even those disgusting foreigners hold you in contempt. First of all, don't swear when you scold me for the same. I'm not going to tell her that no matter how much work will fall on me later if I won't. Second, don't burn my bridges and try to subtly convey the message that I'm responsible for anything. I'm a translator and form filler, you're the brain here. There was enough time to learn my limitations, so it's your fault if you seriously through I would work for two days and nights in a row. Told you 'bout my hearth.
What is it, not covering in front of you once so now I'm responsible for your money vanishing? By the Gods, you're getting obnoxious. One could badmouth your father for days and not repeat himself, but couldn't say he's not accountable. He keeps his yens in check, so should you.
Oh, you poor creature. Better not toy with my car when the mask is open. Lost something there? Next time you could break not only your fingers. I long to repair it and prevent such tragedies but hey, it's not as hungry as I am.
Well, doctor said they'll be completely numb for a loooong time. You look great with that look in your eye, that both furious and embarassed look. So, since you won't retaliate this time I tell ya, be nice to me since you'll get a hard time finding a doctor who will know what the hell I'm signing to you. Isn't it wonderful that Yamaku undergone a pioneer exchange program and that means I'm the only one competent enough to talk to you in a radius of few miles? The deaf must learn about the world. I have two empty fists and a world of pain to unravel to you. Doing all that council paperwork by myself is tedious enough.
Misha would tell you about that exchange. But then, she forgot about you the moment she got along with other class representative. A gal who has certain tastes. Well, my love also didn't last forever, so who am I to judge. I'm positive she'll stay there until graduation. She needs that.
Who do you think I am? Maybe I'm not perfect, but I get along with it perfectly, for now at least. You're smarter than me, but tend to overcomplicate plans and focus on meaningless foolish pasttimes. Don't cry, you sniveling ass. How it is to be Misha now in our Shizune/Misha top/bottom game? Your father is a funny individual to spend time with, but he could be blind, deaf, out of touch with everything and still the same. He's good at counting his earnings because he has motivation for it, good at business 'cause it's full of aggresive apes like him. He would never become a forever wandering mind, allow himself to get lost on the sea of through alone for the pure pleasure of it, something akin to a smith who got ordered to work with needles from now. He was brave enough to leave his workstation without a firewall. Even those horribly clumsy pre-made hacking tools avaliable everywhere got the job done, I wasn't suprised he never read those files with information about me. You tried to disable my brakes, don't you? In fact, he laughted his ass off when I told him how did you got these scars. Suprised? I think not. There was nothing I didn't searched in your room that night you spend at hospital. Security never works when you have the keys. Thanks for the money, I'm saving it for the future. Won't spend rest of my life in poverty.
Who will help you now? Daddy, who allowed me taking care of you because you probably disgust him? Brother, who will get on your ass for years of abuse you put on him? Kids are cruel like that. School, where you're known for your work and work alone, and now you can't do even that? Nobody got a touch with your soul, and never they will. First thing I want to teach you. I assure you, If you'll spit food on me ever again I'll tinker with those bones to ensure they won't grow back to be useful for anything. How it is to be in total space knowing there's no air to convect your scream? Oh, how I would like to hear your oppinion on that. But hey, how it is to commit suicide? How long will you endure? A year? Ten? Fifty? No job is in your reach, cause virtually only way to comunicate with you is by your feer or lips, nothing some accidents won't cure.
When they told me about my hearth and lungs, I was tough. I had pretty good motivation, you know. How delightful it is to be mind-numbingly tired after a good night sleep because of my hearth, and how it is to wake up in the middle of night, not able to breathe and with vivid hallucinations from oxygen deprivation. I tried, really tried to better myself by healthy food, excerscise, I even dropped smoking and coffe. But still, there was something on the edge of my mind that told me it's all in vain. Car exhaust, smoking roommates, poison leeking to water from leaded pipes, all this shit. For two years straight I tormented myself with promises of better future. Then I snapped. Still something left me depressed. Returned to my old ways. Realised that no matter who you are, you are hopeless in the face of death. After that I happily embraced decadence, not caring about rotting from the inside and gulping down the strongest medications my doctor could prescribe. What a release! Then I learned to catch the day, felling stupid pleasure from dumbest of things, like listening to the same piece of music all day and feeling it as strongly as I felt it at the beginning.
I want to see that smile of yours. Not that one born from those demons living in your skull. The smile your lips paint after waking up, when strong rays of sunlight burn shuddering pleasure on naked skin. When you forget there exists anything outside your room. You were wasting your life. Work, eat, sleep. For what? Some people embrace this because they have somebody for which they sacrifice themselves, family for example. You had and have no family. Well, you had your sidekick, but were too much of a selfish coward to give her everything you had.
I had enough of it. People harming animals for kicks. Like bull riders, who tie rope in bull's manhood to make him go berserk. I through if you can identify yourself with the pain you inflict on others, it will force at least some shame and remorse on you. Not a chance I tell you. You know, animals could be slaughtered painlessly with carbon oxide but nobody needs that, since everybody would need to pay a bit more annually for this. Nobody cares and still when you tell them about things that happen in the industry, many of those people twitch visibly. Like some Nazis, convincing themselves that Judes weren't human to start with. Not that not being human gives others omniscient moral superiority over your life. Sadly, I couldn't do much about this and be understood. My violent agenda would only repulse those few souls who have doubts about the Matrix they live in.
I can't stand those people, depressed with their so called shallow lifes, not knowing how much luck they have to be born this way. I hope you'll understand. Human and comfort don't mix well. Everybody needs a school of biterness in his life, else his views on matters would be forever warped. Someday, you'll be laughting off memories of your old life and realise that there is great pleasure and wisdom to be gained from both pain and pleasure, that life you're living now is worth absolutely nothing - nothing to lose, everything to gain. You'll be happy like Misha, who I convinced to stop clinging to you and try once more. Or maybe I just dropped her some suggestions? She's not such a dull automaton like you view her. She never had been so relieved. You will be, I assure you, 'cause you know, you have a mouth, but you even don't have a voice.
Summer
Let's see, I'm her running friend on the track, Hisao is her boyfriend/competitor/whatever. When she'll let her health guard down and devour something unhealthy, I'll start arguin with her that there's nothing bad in eating all that grease filled, E-spiced 'food' from time to time. Along with that, spike her healthy lead-ridden vegetables and mercury-infused salmons with steroids. Wait a year, pass time telling her stories about my asshole dad who was allergic to pregnant women and how lucky Emi is because her pa din't had time to degrade into abusive alcoholic. After she grows some nuts, talk with Hisao about it and convince him that quiet, tactful discussion with Emi about their relationship, on the school roof, with rising sun as the background would be best for his hearth. Of course I'll be there just in case she would decide to break few bones. Icing on the cake would be inviting Kenji to spy on her, he wouldn't resist cutting in the middle of the conversation.
I dare royal writefaggotry of this forum to write a dialog for this scene.
Autumn
She's more messed up than me, so maybe her abusing me? My modus operandi of leaving suprises in comestibles relies on subtly fucking subconciousness in the ass, so she'd be rather unimpressed by my Young Poisoner's handbook. I'll think about it for a while, that would be my magnum opus.
Winter
I'm pondering how to bully the Nurse, Yuuko, Mutou and the blood god wants what again?
Running deep into the woods after I'd kilt her would be my defence.
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