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Topic Started: Dec 10 2013, 06:00 PM (79 Views)
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((OOC: The following takes place after Jiro flees in First Responders.))

Hate

Shit shit shit! Fuck, okay that place is as good as any.

Jiro pried open the door to the warehouse. Treading lightly in, glancing around. There didn't seem to be a damn thing here. That was good, but it was bad at the same time. The only distinguishable feature looked like some sort of explosion had happened here some span of time ago. The fucking Nakagawas had figured him out. Not to mention the bastards had lied to whoever had been on the phone. Painting him as some sort of squeamish bitch. They were going to kill him, they were going to kill him!

Hate

What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Sit here and wait for them to find him? Naoya, Naoya would help him right? He just had to shoot him a message on bedlam. Yeah, Naoya would help. Naoya was smart, he'd know what to do. Then they'd stop the Nakagawas from killing him. He slumped down against the wall and pulled the phone out of his pocket. Proceeding to send the first message to him.

Okay, it's going to be okay. He can help me. He's strong, and he's smart. We're best friends, so he'll help me right?

Hate

Jiro slid his phone back into his pocket and held his head in his heads. Sitting on the ground in some abandoned warehouse. He'd been so angry. He was still so angry. That had been his only emotion for the entire week. Ever since Nakamura had told him. Goddamnit, it shouldn't be happening. None of this should be happening to him. He should have never let Aniki out the door. If he'd said something, said anything Aniki would still be alive. Then Mom and Dad wouldn't be gone. He wouldn't feel so broken. Why did it have to be Nakamura? Why did that bastard have to have a kid? Why had Nakamura told him? Goddamnit none of it made any sense. His emotions were a mess, and then he'd...nearly killed him. It had felt good, so good. To get sweet revenge. Every kick, and every stab. Just having some sort of outlet. Something to point it all at. Someone to blame.

Hate

He took out his phone, and looked at that damn thread he'd made. Oh god...the pictures. He had done that. Oh god there was so much blood...

"Hur-hur-hurk!"

He started vomiting, right then and there. Tossing his phone to the side and doubling over on his hands and knees. Once, twice, three times he retched before stopping. He stood back up, backpedaling from the vomit. Scooping up his phone and clearing some distance from it.

Kamina?

No response from his persona.

Don't fuck with me!

Nothing. Oh god why wasn't his persona talking? The fucker was constantly chattering away in his head. Ogling every single woman that they passed by. His thoughts were brought back to Nakamura. How he had waited for him in the alley. How it had felt so good to hurt him. Know that the boy was feeling pain. Nothing ever near the sort of pain Jiro felt. Still felt even now, when he was scared and alone. There was pain, the pain was his constant companion. It had felt so great knowing that he had made someone else feel pain. It had felt amazing, it had felt so damn good.

Hate

He felt the phone vibrating in his pocket. Good, Naoya was coming. They could figure something out right?

Kamina this shit isn't funny!

Personae weren't supposed to go quiet like this were they? Damnit, this shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't have ever come to Nagashima. Never should have gone to Taiyoutono. He should have just let the shadows kill him when he first awakened. Jiro eventually had made it to the other side of the warehouse and curled into one of the corners. Hugging his knees to his chest, and resting his head on the wall next to him. He started to weep. The tears of a lonely, scared boy who had never developed like he should have. Who had more problems than he cared to admit. Who never felt good enough in anyone's eyes, not even his own. The tears of a boy who'd now nearly killed someone else. Who had felt good doing it. Tears of a boy that was afraid. Terrified of the prospect that he was going to become a monster. How he would be left with nobody and nothing but...

Hate
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