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Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. A quiet rhythmic thrum sounded from the desktop, the girl sitting at it tapping as she stared up at the clock. The teacher had long since stopped his lecture, and Suzuri saw no reason to look over her answers another time. She could remember exactly what she had written anyway. there was no real point. As the bell rang after what had seemed like years, the girl bolted to her feet, ready to escape her prison. However, a classmate had a firm hand clasped around her wrist, holding her captive in the classroom.
"Suzuri, why the rush?" The pink haired girl's captor was none other than the art club president herself. Aina knew exactly where Suzuri was off to, it was the same place the girl went every Friday. That said, her friend didn't exactly approve of the people Yuri kept in her company. At times it felt more like she was a second mother to her than her friend.
"It's game night at Yuu's." Of course, the art club president pretended that she had forgotten. Suzuri was familiar with this routine by now, she had seen, or rather read, the situation play out dozens of times by now. Instead of trying to escape her friend's lecture as she had tried to do many times before, Suzuri listened to the girl ramble on about safety and being wary of the evil influence of NEETs until they reached the gate and went their separate ways.
The walk to the station was uneventful. This fact didn't sway the girl's commitment to recording everything that could possibly be relevant. 2:09-A pigeon flew overhead. 2:13-A hooded lady ran past me carrying a bag, she must be in a rush. 2:14-There's a book on the sidewalk. A look of confusion fell across her face as she bent down to pick it up, tucking her notepad away into the outer pocket of her bag. The large sociology label on the front suggested it was a textbook. Turning around to ask if the book belonged to the woman that had just passed her, Suzuri found the street completely vacant. Odd. Flipping open the front cover there was a phone number and name written on it. She would take it home with her and call the owner to return it later if she waited much longer she'd miss her train.
Half an hour later, Suzuri was standing at her friend's door. Bearing gifts of snacks and soda from the station's convenience store, the girl knocked on the door. Buzzz. Her phone rang out impatiently from her pocket. Assuming it was Aina, worrying about her as usual, she fumbled through the side pocket of her bag for a moment before retrieving the silver object from her pocket.
The message she had been waiting for was splayed across the screen as if to mock her for daring to have a social life. Her leader's complete disregard for her plans aside, Suzuri was immediately overwhelmed by excitement. Dropping her bag of junk food at the doorstep, she began to sprint back to the train station.
For once, there was something more important to her than ExLine.
Murakami Yuzuru
A life of a NEET is simple, just as that. And for Yuzuru, this is heaven. There's no way that he would change.
He intended to just sleep away for today too, but Suzuri - his 'gamemate' who is 2 years younger than him and studying at the same school as his cousin, Kogane, is coming over for a game night. There are not many people who would interest him as much as her, so she is always welcomed at his humble place, as long as she doesn't mind how similar it is a to a trash heap. Since half a year ago, Suzuri and Kogane are pretty much the only people whom he stayed in direct contact with. But Yuzuru wouldn't mind. The least people care about his existence, the better. Life is full of deceit and backstabbers so you won't know when you will be betrayed. That's one of many reasons he decided to become a NEET, after all.
The first thing he stepped on wasn't the floor of his apartment, but rather an emptied convenient bento box that he ate last night. As usual, his house was a complete mess. Occasionally, Kogane would stop by to help him clean up, but it wasn't long before it returned to its' primitive state, anyway. Though since Suzuri is staying over, he figures that Yuzuru should clean the apartment and himself up a bit. Despite what the rest of the world might think, a NEET is very capable of being a gentlemen, but it depends on whether he wants it or not.
He shoved whatever trashes on the ground into a big plastic bag and throw it over the pile of trashes in the corner of his house, then made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth and shave the hair on his chin. Yuzuru heard someone was knocking on the door, and knew right away who that was. He fixed his unkempt hair a bit before tiptoeing to his door. But the buzzing sound of his phone which was lying on the computer table caught his attention instead. He sighed and went to pick it up, thinking it to be Kogane checking up if he could help him go on campaigns tonight.
But no, it was the message that he had been waiting for so long now. Smirking, Yuzuru put his phone into his pocket and picked up his jacket and cap from the clothes racket nearby. Putting them on, he went to open the door. "Sorry, Suzu-chan. But it seems we won't be-" He said but looking around the hall, there wasn't a soul to be seen, but a bag of junk foods was lying next to the door. That girl sure is quick. He thought with a grin as he picked the bag up and throw it inside, before locking the door and leave his complex, for the first time since he was taken in for the Project. Back then, much to his amazement, Suzuri was also a participant. Though, they have agreed that they would pretend that they do not know each other for now, just so that the executives will not do anything annoying.
The outside air is as obnoxious as he could remember, but Yuzuru wouldn't mind it, for the game that he had been anticipating has just begun.
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Lenna Saar Friday, February 12th 2021 | 2:30pm | Minato
"Holy shit man a snail would be out of here faster then you," her annoyed exclamation was sent to the shopper who had been browsing the store for a good hour. This was a convenience store, what in the name of all that is good could he be having trouble locating? The tool didn't even respond to her comment, meaning he was probably on drugs, or had the brain capacity she assumed. Just seeing him there was pissing Lenna off, her seething hatred visible in expression.
Lenna really hated these kinda jobs, it felt degrading to service every scum in this section of Tokyo for their lowest possible needs. Most customers tried their best to ignore an actually human was serving them, those shits thought they were better then her. The constant reminder a NEET told her about this job wasn't helping, that slob could just sit on his ass all day and do as he pleased. She continued to the glare at the man in the corner, rage culminating.
The soft sound of the automatic door took her attention for a moment, a couple students were trickling in having finished their studies. They were loud, probably talking about girls or whatever school boys do. In the corner, the man finally shifted and made his way for the exit. His coat was bulging, did he seriously think those kids would cover his escape? Not that it mattered, he could have just grabbed it off the counter and left without paying. Giving a shit wasn't a part of the job.
Her main source of annoyance gone, the attention was shifted to the loud kids meandering around. Luckily they weren't thieves high off their minds, getting their shit buying it and leaving with great efficiency. Now left in the cool silence of the combini, Lenna easily heard her phone buzz a couple minutes later. Obviously ignoring any workplace policy to not check her phone, it seemed the meeting was finally to be.
"Are you fucking serious?" Lenna sighed aloud to herself, leaning forward onto the counter. She could have held this job for at least another week. Her shift wasn't over for another four hours! Options limited she had to make a choice, wait to get kidnapped by the employers yet to pay her, or just leave this combini unmanned.
Not like the owner would believe a vigilante group kidnapped her, and forced her to eat out with them. Cursing Iris for their lack of consideration, Lenna sent a quick letter of resignation to the owner via text and locked up the store early. She wanted to catch the next train, which didn't leave a lot of time for goofing around.
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Friday, February 12th 2021 | 3:00pm | Ikebukuro
The room smelt like butane even after the windows were opened. On the third floor of a small, single motel room, the sour stench continued to spread and the culprit continued to toy with a palm sized torch, half tempted to forgo safety and burn the grimy, STD-infested Hellhole down.
"Fuck," He cursed loud, free, and angry. He curled his bottom lip with his teeth and winced when the dry, dehydrated skin burned on contact."Fuck!" Kyoya, writhing with anger, curled his hands into fists and pounded on the keyboard, breaking the plastic and sending white keys flying to his feet. Naturally, when a separate party lowers their guard - even just the slightest amount - he attacks. Trust reveals vulnerabilities, and he planned on sinking his teeth into this with intentions of gutting the organization from the inside out, if only to sooth his capricious curiosity. The volcanic energy of his heart kept his life in motion, but it could also torment him. That was his current reality now that he was realizing how in the dark the keepers of Project Iris kept him.
The so-called 'project' presented him and five others with a pitch that sounded like a premise for a light novel or anime series, but the suits in charge weren't idiots and they definitely weren't stupid enough to leave their networks unprotected, to his chagrin. He took the keyboard in his hands, lifted it above his hands and slammed it down into the desk's corner, pushing all of his wrath into the the violent motion so when the plastic would hit, it would break. It shattered instead: noise, and then silence. Kyoya dropped the keyboard and reached back to his open laptop, where he only went through the motions of erasing his web and digital presence before shoving it into his backpack. Time was running out and he'd have to reserve hacking into the mysterious organization another day because for now, he was strictly I-R-L.
He stared at his phone in the elevator and left the rest of his usually on-hand electronics in the motel room, kept locked beneath the queen sized bed. The message, which included a seemingly non-threatening location, didn't waver or disappear and by the time he had returned to the ground he came to accept the reality of his situation; he was going to walk a few blocks and enter an ambiguous situation that wasn't guaranteed to not kill him. It was far from the sketchiest situation he had been in and it definitely didn't seem like the strangest (that went to the furry genocide cult for now), but for some reason he felt calm, like he knew that no one would be waiting to kill him or worse, arrest him.
Is this what they call trust? Oh, gross. On second thought, just let him die now.
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