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thenearshore2017-12-06 07:17 pm
discerp) wrote in thenearshore2017-12-06 07:17 pm
She's the fire in the sin And I burn breathin' her in [Open]
Who: Mikan & YOU
When: Sep 20/21st
Where: Around both Near and Far Shore, the school, etc.
What: Komaeda's agreed to give Mikan the hand he had attached to him so she could examine it and find a way to re-attach it better. So now Mikan's running around with a severed hand and there's nothing weird about this at all okay?? Warning for spoilers for Super Danganronpa 2 if you're trying to avoid that.
[You know, she used to dream one day of holding the hand of the person she'd loved most in this world. It had been an all-consuming love. A dangerous obsession she couldn't break away from on her own. She'd wanted to hold that hand again, once upon a time. Maybe even a little bit now. Just once. She'd like to think she was okay now, that she'd broken away from those desires and all, but they're so tangled up in who she was, who she still is and will be--
Well.
She didn't think her chance would come again in the form of her beloved's severed hand held in her own.
It's Komaeda's hand, but it's also not. It's Junko's hand too. Was Junko's hand.
So: [A] Mikan won't do anything weird, but she does find herself staring too much while she wanders the Shores. Every so often, when she thinks she's alone, she can sometimes be stumbled upon, pulling the hand out to examine it. Tracing the lines of Junko's hand and the nails and remembering. She wished she could forget, the expression on her face some mix of longing nostalgia and agony.
It's fine. This is fine.]
[B]
[While Komaeda's taken decent care of the hand, Mikan can't help but think it needs a woman's touch. It's a woman's hand, after all! ...There's nothing right about that sentence, but here Mikan is, sneaking into a nail salon.
Normal humans just slide their gazes over her, which is good, because she looks overly suspicious the way she's hunched over a wrapped little bundle in her arms and keeps looking around desperately.
She looks around again and hesitantly unwraps part of the bundle so that the nails of the hand peek out and begins carefully scrutinizing nail polishes, trying to find the perfect shade of red. For some reason it feels very important to get this perfect.]
B-but, do I choose Fire Engine Red, or Underage Red... Th-they look the same. They're the same, aren't they? [She can't tell the difference at all help.]
[C]
[Mostly Mikan can be found wandering around the Far Shore across many different temple grounds on a search for a good place to sit and study; there's a suspiciously wrapped bundle held tightly to her chest with one hand, and a stack of books precariously balanced on the other. It's no surprise that eventually she loses her balance and topples over with a shriek.
For once it's not into some fanservice-y pose, but the books go flying. There's all medical texts about surgery and the like, but there's some weird ones thrown in to about.. reanimation?? Occult books on revival? A copy of Frankenstein!?
The bundle goes flying too and lands on the ground. In it is Junko's severed hand, now perfectly manicured and looking well taken care of if any brave soul decides to peek at the bundle on their way to help Mikan or something.
Even if they don't, Mikan--knowing she's likely trespassing--sits up rubbing her head with a groan] I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I-I was j-just passing through, I promise! Y-you can hit me if you want, or cut my hair, or put your cigarettes out on me, so pl-please forgive me! I'll do anything, so please don't be mad!
I-I've got a good reason, I swear...!
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ovals if you wanna plan something, otherwise Mikan can basically be fond anywhere trying to study up on these things. Just...carrying a hand around with her. No big deal.]
When: Sep 20/21st
Where: Around both Near and Far Shore, the school, etc.
What: Komaeda's agreed to give Mikan the hand he had attached to him so she could examine it and find a way to re-attach it better. So now Mikan's running around with a severed hand and there's nothing weird about this at all okay?? Warning for spoilers for Super Danganronpa 2 if you're trying to avoid that.
[You know, she used to dream one day of holding the hand of the person she'd loved most in this world. It had been an all-consuming love. A dangerous obsession she couldn't break away from on her own. She'd wanted to hold that hand again, once upon a time. Maybe even a little bit now. Just once. She'd like to think she was okay now, that she'd broken away from those desires and all, but they're so tangled up in who she was, who she still is and will be--
Well.
She didn't think her chance would come again in the form of her beloved's severed hand held in her own.
It's Komaeda's hand, but it's also not. It's Junko's hand too. Was Junko's hand.
So: [A] Mikan won't do anything weird, but she does find herself staring too much while she wanders the Shores. Every so often, when she thinks she's alone, she can sometimes be stumbled upon, pulling the hand out to examine it. Tracing the lines of Junko's hand and the nails and remembering. She wished she could forget, the expression on her face some mix of longing nostalgia and agony.
It's fine. This is fine.]
[B]
[While Komaeda's taken decent care of the hand, Mikan can't help but think it needs a woman's touch. It's a woman's hand, after all! ...There's nothing right about that sentence, but here Mikan is, sneaking into a nail salon.
Normal humans just slide their gazes over her, which is good, because she looks overly suspicious the way she's hunched over a wrapped little bundle in her arms and keeps looking around desperately.
She looks around again and hesitantly unwraps part of the bundle so that the nails of the hand peek out and begins carefully scrutinizing nail polishes, trying to find the perfect shade of red. For some reason it feels very important to get this perfect.]
B-but, do I choose Fire Engine Red, or Underage Red... Th-they look the same. They're the same, aren't they? [She can't tell the difference at all help.]
[C]
[Mostly Mikan can be found wandering around the Far Shore across many different temple grounds on a search for a good place to sit and study; there's a suspiciously wrapped bundle held tightly to her chest with one hand, and a stack of books precariously balanced on the other. It's no surprise that eventually she loses her balance and topples over with a shriek.
For once it's not into some fanservice-y pose, but the books go flying. There's all medical texts about surgery and the like, but there's some weird ones thrown in to about.. reanimation?? Occult books on revival? A copy of Frankenstein!?
The bundle goes flying too and lands on the ground. In it is Junko's severed hand, now perfectly manicured and looking well taken care of if any brave soul decides to peek at the bundle on their way to help Mikan or something.
Even if they don't, Mikan--knowing she's likely trespassing--sits up rubbing her head with a groan] I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I-I was j-just passing through, I promise! Y-you can hit me if you want, or cut my hair, or put your cigarettes out on me, so pl-please forgive me! I'll do anything, so please don't be mad!
I-I've got a good reason, I swear...!
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Yeah, okay. It's totally normal to walk around and giggle over a hand.
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I-I wasn't giggling! [Was she?? Had she been drooling too? That happened sometimes. She wipes at her mouth just in case.]
I just, um... Um... I-I'm a nurse, s-so... I was examining it!
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Shouldn't you be examining it with the person it belongs to? Or are you looking for the owner? It's probably easy to tell who's missing a hand or not.
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N-no, he, um, he gave it to me, s-so I could look it over... S-so I could reattach it better! He gave me the hand, s-so it's not weird!
[THIS IS PERFECTLY SOUND REASONING]
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Miss... You can't reattach a hand that's been severed.
[ Also? Yeah it's still weird. ]