Akimi Suzuki
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Talent: Ikebana Artist
Year: 2
Age: 17
Posts: 36 
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Dec 23, 2016 7:28:56 GMT 1
The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. For Akimi, the lounge had quickly proved to become one of her more favorable new locations. Aptly speaking, it was simply a relaxing place to be. This and the Rec Room too.
It was for this reason that this ponytailed girl had found herself into settling into a pattern of travelling back and fro these two spots throughout the day, mindlessly and peacefully passing time. She also allowed herself to just sleep on her bed whenever she her mind or body felt like it. Speaking of which, Tomoe didn't wake her up as much as she used to, a change in her character that had worried Akimi. The next time they happen to  paths, she'll think about bringing that topic up.
And so, Akimi was currently sitting on one of the sofas at the lounge, sketching in her notebook what she had hoped to be a decent drawing of the furniture in this room.
Though she was never really decent at art.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 23, 2016 10:34:14 GMT 1
Oppenheimer had been looking at his missing hand for the past hour and three quarters. It wasn't registering for a while with Oppenheimer. It hit him and he felt like vomiting. His hand was cut off.
He was missing a hand.
Nothing felt normal for a while.
What would Ahuva think? He didn't want her to feel like she was dating a loser and a disabled man. He didn't want her to think any less of him than the caring boyfriend he knows she loves.
He...He needed a distraction. When he went into the Rec Room, he found a perfect one: a lovely conversation with Akimi. Conversations with her were engaging and entertaining. There was this air around her that seemed inviting. He walked up to her and noticed her drawings she had been doing in her notebook.
"If that's your sketches, then I must say that Hope's Peak was right to take you in as an artist. The floral arrangements must be extremely beautiful to move even the sturdiest to tears. You must show me it one day."
He sat next to Akimi a little too close by accident.
"Oh! I'm dreadfully sor....not sorry. I am not sorry that I sat here at all. And I shall remain here to prove that I am not sorry whatsoever and that I did not mean to apologize in any way."
Fearfully, he looked towards the security camera and went pale for a few seconds before breathing relief when he assumed that he was safe for the time being.
"It's hard fighting second nature. I'm not sorry that you felt and sort of dread during those seconds. I mean it. I am not sorry. I have not a single inch of apology in me. Not one."
He pushed his bracelet to fully reveal to Akimi that he could not apologize, lest he wished to be among the death toll.
"I hope yours isn't writing words or anything like that. I really want to talk to you and just forget this whole place for even a minuscule of a second."
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Akimi Suzuki
New Member
Talent: Ikebana Artist
Year: 2
Age: 17
Posts: 36
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Jan 1, 2017 13:40:56 GMT 1
 The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. Oppenheimer walked up to where she sat, and Akimi gave him an impassive glance. Of course, the first thing he did was to praise her sketch (which wasn't even that good).
After what has happened in the trial, Akimi's opinion of him had dropped a little. It wasn't... exactly any one thing that he did, but moreso the way he acted and carried himself. But then again, Oppenheimer did just lose an arm. So it was only right for her to cut him some slack.
The instrumental artist sat down, accidentally touching her elbow. He started to apologize, but stopped at the last second. The tension on his face as he stared at the cameras resulted in her becoming a little high-strung too, but as the seconds ticked by, calmness made its way back.
Akimi gave him a nod as she received his roundabout apology, and when Oppenheimer moved to show his bracelet, she quickly turned away.
Flipping to an empty page, she picked up her pen and started writing. Contrary to the smoothness of before though, this time she frequently paused in between words, seemingly deep in thought.
"I... don't want to look at it. If I do, I'll show you this. And I don't wish to."
Taking a small pause, she sighed.
'God, it's so hard to write like this.'
"I want to distract my mind from this too. How about the two of us do an activity? It's... hard for I to talk this way right now."
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Feb 25, 2017 8:47:14 GMT 1
Oppenheimer saw the pressure strewn upon the face of Akimi and realized that it was no place for him to pry on something that could potentially kill her at the very last second. He wanted to apologize for his rudeness, but he just almost had an encounter with death when he almost triggered hi NG code before.
"I would like to draw with you, if you don't mind. I feel like drawing is the only real escapism we can produce without any real music or flowers."
He took one of the scraps of paper that was lain about that was tossed aside.
"I'm going to draw a vase of flowers. Hopefully, it can turn out alright."
As he began to draw, he seemed to let out a stream of consciousness that seems to be going unnoticed by Oppenheimer himself.
"I've been a bit selfish by forcing my beliefs as a higher priority than most of the people's own personal agendas. I would like to apologize, but the bracelet prevents me. I don't care about what you don't want me to know. I only care to repair my reprehensible actions and attempt to redeem myself in any way possible. I hope we can get everyone out alive and well. I swear on the name of Allah, something I do not take lightly."
He showed his picture to Akimi. It wasn't the most perfect of pictures, and there was a clear lack of artistic talent of brushstrokes going in it, but it seemed that all of his effort went into making that picture as perfect as possible.
"So? What do you think?"
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paths, she'll think about bringing that topic up. 
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