Yoko Kamiya
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Talent: Jack of All Trades
Year: 3
Age: 17
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Post by Yoko Kamiya on Dec 28, 2016 0:29:42 GMT 1
A Rec Room. As if Yoko was in the mood to interact with other people that much, but it was still a room that was empty when she came across it. The best place to interact with others as little as possible, although she figured that would be pretty impossible at least her efforts might not go unnoticed. Not interacting with people was the best way to not activate her bracelet after all, given what she would need to do to avoid it, and the thought of dying like that. Like her sister had. It was too much.
After taking a loot at the various board games, no doubt missing pieces to add to the despair, she just made her way over to a wall and sat down on the floor in silence. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be alone for long and wanted to make the best of her time by herself to make sure she didn't mess up and end up being related to the cause of another dead.
Well... after that one death that almost happened by her hand that is. Hopefully Abraham wouldn't be whoever found her there... Then again, her luck was looking as bad as ever.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 29, 2016 0:56:48 GMT 1
"Finally. I have you."
Oppenheimer came back up from behind the arcade machines to retrieve the purple 4 that had somehow managed to become dislodged and rolled under the arcade machine. As he returned the ball to the pool triangle, he noticed that during his struggles, Yoko had entered the Rec-Room without his knowledge. It's been over a week since what happened, but Oppenheimer still felt the need to apologize.
"Ms. Kamiya. I didn't hear you come in."
A small conversational starter to slowly edge into what needed to be said.
"I can't apologize for what I said, literally in this case, but that doesn't change the fact that I feel guilty for what was said. Even then, you still killed me. You were angry, but I don't know why Allah had me die just so he could revive me. I was wondering if you could help with that."
He sat down next to Yoko.
"What is the point of my death for barely a minute? What does Allah want me to know? There has to be something. Allah has a plan for everything and putting us in this environment just makes me think that there is something more behind this on a higher level than us mortals. I just can't figure out what. Can you please help me in my endeavors?"
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Yoko Kamiya
New Member
Talent: Jack of All Trades
Year: 3
Age: 17
Posts: 34
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Post by Yoko Kamiya on Jan 16, 2017 2:09:23 GMT 1
As if Yoko's luck hadn't been terrible enough, she had happened in to a room Abraham was in and didn't notice him. He had come out from behind something and was taking the opportunity to talk to her, and confront her over what happened the last time they really interacted with each other. This was the last time that Yoko wanted at the moment.
Yoko looked at the wall, her gloomy eyes obvious not even wanting to look at him. ”Leave me alone.” she said, rather definitively. Taking a deep breath she took a bit of time to say more. ”I didn't want your apologies when you could. I don't want your bad attempts not to apologize now. Your self-persecution disgusts me. You apologize but show no regret. You make a big show of being sorry but that's all it is.”
Yoko looked back at him, glaring. ”If you really feel guilty, take a look at yourself in the mirror. You lost that hand for a reason. You nearly died for a reason.” Yoko's hands twitched a bit. She took a deep breath to calm herself. ”It's not because of Allah. It's you. Stop acting like everything bad is your fault. Wake up and see that it's just making everything worse.”
Yoko turned away from him to ignore him.
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