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Kureiji Satsujinsha

"Sometimes being crazy just isn't enough.."

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a character in “Paranoia Prison”, as played by ChaoticInsanity

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Full Name: "Kureiji Satsujinsha is my name.. Or is it? I don't really know anymore.."

Quote: "Sometimes being crazy just isn't enough.."

Nicknames: "Blueberry Girl"

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Race: Inu (Wolf Person) and part Vampire

Oddities:

~Missing Left Eye

~Has wolf ears and tail, both of which are dark blue.

~Has scars all up her forearms and a long scar on her back that extends from her right shoulder to her left hip.

~Has handcuffs with broken chains on her wrist, that've been there since she was a child. She is unable to get them off.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Eye Color: A dark, purplish blue.

Hair Color: Dark blue, getting gradually lighter towards the ends.

Height: 4'11"

Weight: 113 lbs.

Skin Color: Very pale. Pretty much like bone.

Distinct Markings:

~As I've said, scars all up her forearms.

~Missing Left eye

~Long scar on her back

~Wolf ears and tail

~all of her teeth are sharp, much like a canine's

Physical Description: Pic.

Likes:

~Drugs (Marijuana)

~Alcohol

~Silence

~Darkness/Shadows

~Murder

~Art

~Chaos/Dischord

Dislikes:

~Loud noises

~Light

~Daytime

~The sound of tapping, it drives her fucking insane.

Skills:

~Fighting

~Painting/Drawing

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Hobbies:

~Painting/Drawing

~Smoking

~Drinking

~Practicing her powers

~Causing chaos

Flaws:

~She's partially insane

~The sound of thunderstorms causes her excruciating pain, it is unknown why.

~She's bipolar, so her mood can change in an instant. (Anger, and depression)

~Her shortness

Weaknesses:

~She's an outcast

~The sound of thunderstorms

~People touching her. (It causes her to freak the fuck out.)

~For unknown reasons she randomly vomits.

Phobias:
~Thunderstorms, as well as causing her great pain they scare the living shit out of her.

~Being touched, even if somebody just brushes against her she flinches and freaks out, due to years of abuse.

~Relationships, she's quite shy and the idea of being emotionally attached to someone doesn't appeal to her that much.

Strengths:

~Pain tolerace, because of years of abuse and torture her pain tolerance is extremely high.

~Her small stature, it allows her to fit places normal sized people could not.

~Darkness/Shadows

~Her senses of smell and hearing are heightened due to the fact that she's an Inu.

Weapons: A black dagger, nothing fancy.


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Abilities/Powers:

Shadows.

She can bend them to her will, shoot them out of her hands, make "minions" out of them. Pretty much anything. She uses her strength to control them, if her strength runs out, she dies. Simple as that. She can also use telekinesis, though she isn't very adept at it.

Fighting Style: She doesn't know any.

Personality: Kureiji's extremely shy but that shyness can quickly turn to anger or depression. She's also absolutely fucking insane. Actually, insane's a bit of an understatement. She often get distracted when talking, finding many things fascinating. She loves the quiet also, it calms her down. Loud noises drive her even crazier if at all possible. And darkness is the thing she loves most. Pure darkness. She finds it peaceful.

Romantic Interest: As much as she dislikes it, she finds the one they call "Babble" quite fascinating.

History:


Since the age of five, Kureiji was abused. Images of knives covered with her own blood and the malice on her family's face were burned into her mind. Oddly, when they abused her she never cried, not once. When they finally stopped she retread to the shadows, the darkness she loved. It was calming, much more so than light, which burned her eyes.

Anyway, nobody liked her, absolutely nobody. Not her classmates, her teachers, and of course not her family.

When she attended school she had to wear hoodies to cover the bruises and cuts, along with her ears. She definitly didn't want the school involved. Now one day after school, the teacher asked to speak with Kure and began insulting her.

"You're worthless," The teacher spat.

"Nobody loves you, you good for nothing kid!" She yelled.

"Hey.." Kureiji mumbled.

"How about you F*CK OFF." She exclaimed, moving around her hand and fingers, shadows creeping towrads the teacher. She wrapped them around her throat.

"Say that sh*t one more time, I fucking dare you." Kureiji growled, tightening the shadows wound around the teachers' neck. Her teacher was frozen, fear obvious in her wide eyes. Kureiji grinned, her pointy teeth startling the teacher, insanity glinting in her dark eyes.

"Goodbye!" She laughed, squeezing so hard that her teacher's head popped right off, blood splattering.

I can control the shadows.. I can devour the world in darknessand shadows.. YES. I am Kage... Kure grinned sprinting home with a little surprise planned for her family. When she got home she moved her fingers and hand, moving two lines of shadow in the middle of her house, using them to wrench it apart. Laughing like a mad man she used multiple tendrils to grab her family and slam them against the ground.

"HOW DO YOU F*CKING LIKE IT!!?" She screamed at them.

She grabbed them with multiple shadow tendrils, ripping them apart, blood gushing everywhere and suddenly she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head and everything went black. At the age of 18 she was being dragged to her knew home, Pandora.

(There. :3 I know it's pretty crappy but I tried. I'm not all that good at writing. :c )

Family:
Kokore Satsujinsha, Mother- Deceased

Nakande Satsujinsha, Father-Deceased

Tsuki Satsujinsha, Sister- Deceased

Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvPnfWApibU

Committed Crime: Murder

Years Of Sentence: Life. No parol.

Years Already Served: 2

Number Of Identification: 11-1-7-5 [K-A-G-E] (Kage is Shadow in Japanese.)

Gang: None

Rank: Outcast

So begins...

Kureiji Satsujinsha's Story

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Character Portrait: Korogu Lothash Character Portrait: Nyx Nightshade Character Portrait: Winter Alicia Character Portrait: Lee "Babble" Monseft Character Portrait: Kenji Arata Hiskawa Character Portrait: Arian Osilon
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After hours of nightmarish sleep in her dark cell, Kurieji stumbled out. God it was fucking bright out. She shielded her eye and moved her hand upwards towards the sky, causing shadows to rise up and engulf part of the sky in darkness temporarily. It wasn't completely dark, it was just like really dark stormclouds were covering the sun, only without an actual storm. Uncovering her remaining eye she looked at a shadow tiger and wolf eating a man's corpse. She grinned at the sight.
Digging into her hoodie pocket, she pulled out a cigarrette she rolled earlier from a box and a lighter, lighting it and placing the lighter back into her pocket. Placing the cigarette to her lips she inhaled then exhaled the smoke, relaxation running through her body, afterwards walking over to a corner. Kure sat down and pulled her knees towards her, enjoying the sensation of the marijuana she was smoking. She made a couple rings and watched as they drifted peacefully up, eventually evaporating. She exhaled, smoke pouring out of her mouth, and decided to practice her skills with the Shadows. She made henchman, played around with moving the Shadows, and breathed it, eventually stopping.
Glancing around she spotted Babble. As much as she despised the thought of liking someone, she found him intriguing.
Suddenly, she dropped her cig and clutched her stomach, nausea had just slapped her hard in the face. Standing up, still clutching her stomach, she walked away from the corner, not wanting vomit to linger around it.
Away from people, she stopped as she felt the contents of her stomach being forced up to her mouth. Dropping to her knees, the contents spilled out of her mouth, she was coughing and gagging as she tried to get the shit out.
When she was done, she went to go rinse her mouth out then returned with a bottle of vodka. She sat back down in the corner she was at before, feeling fucking awful. Leaning her head up against the wall, she took a big swig of the alcohol, then rested her head on her knees which she was hugging.
Kure sighed. This was life, for now..

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Character Portrait: Korogu Lothash Character Portrait: Nyx Nightshade Character Portrait: Lee "Babble" Monseft Character Portrait: Kureiji Satsujinsha
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Babble simply sighed, watching a new scene unfold before him. The newbie, a dragon as evident from her conversation with Yuiama, had gotten roped into the human fighting ring. She quickly disposed of the weird looking guy with a sword before sicking her pet on the dead body. This was the third time she had done something like that already.
She's an active girl He noted, watching Nyx's actions for lack of anything better to watch.

Girl just got here and they already offered her a position as bishop? They keep getting younger don't they. But of course she's a dragon so she's eleventy billion million years old or something. I can't help but pity her really. It's almost inevitable that someone's going to try and do something awful to her. She could be useful in the very near future. After all, we are all after the same thing. I just happen to know what I actually want.

Of course the sky got noticeably darker. A younger woman with adorable little broken handcuffs stepped out into the field and leaned up against the corner of the building. Babble never payed much mind to this particular arrival to the prison, knowing only that her name was Kureiji Satsujinsha and she had short stubby little vampire fangs, not the kind full vampires typically sported. He didn't much care about her but her hair was quite nice, it went rather well with skin. Her presence outside was only really notable due to the change in lighting. A change for the better.

As he was about to step forward and work his sound magic he heard something which sent cold shudders through his entire body. The girl was throwing up a small distance away, way too close than he wanted to be near that sound. It was like the equivalent of fingernails on chalk boards for him. A sound that simply disturbed him both physically and mentally from the sheer simple fact that it was an unpleasant sound. In that instant all sound in the area of the mini vamp stopped. He was creating a field of golden sound separate from himself that blanketed the nearby area that la blue girl currently resided in. With that done, the show was about to begin.

He stepped up to the crowd of fellow men and Nyx herself of course. All the men's worried talk and voices died down to a barely audible whisper in the background, leaving sound intact for only himself and the life drinker. Babble's approach was completely silent as though silence itself had stepped up to her. With a sweet, pleasant demeanor and a smile that could thaw icebergs with its friendly warm glow he spoke.

"Hello! My name is Nyx Luna Nightshade. Your name is Babble. There! Now we now each other." It was Nyx's own voice that was speaking out loud. The entire crowd was listening in, holding their breaths in anticipation during the brief pause.

"I want to ask you a question. Do I like killing? So far I've just come to this prison recently and I have already killed two people with my own power, draining their very life from their bodies and reducing them to cold husks of meat and bone. Do I enjoy the feeling of absorbing the very essence of life itself from those who need it, watching them crumple to the ground, crawling towards their stolen vitality like a man trapped for months in a desert reaching forever onwards towards a mirage of water, their only salvation so close yet infinitely out of their reach? Do I achieve satisfaction from unveiling the truth of these peoples own lives? That the culmination of their lives, their struggles, their efforts, their hopes, their dreams, their preconceptions of the world, their love both of their family and the women that have claimed their hearts affection, their possessions, their faith and beliefs and basically everything they had ever known was naught but a lie set in motion from the moment of their conception? That the greatest lie of all was that they had believed that they had the power to protect themselves and everything they held closest to their hearts? That all the promises they had made to those they truly cared for were simply misinformed falsehoods? And that in the end the only true hope they had ever possessed was in hopelessness itself?...

... Tell me. Do I like to kill?"

These words came not from Babble but from Nyx herself. They were not just in her own voice, the sound was coming directly from her mouth. Short of making Nyx's lips move to form words that entire dialogue by all appearances belonged to her instead of the actually speaker present.

Regardless of whether or not her question was manufactured the surrounding humans who started off afraid of her were now more terrified of her than ever. Even the people who could see that she was not moving her mouth at all to talk assumed the words to be her own. Her speech didn't surprise them much either. The only impression the humans had of her was of someone who could kill people without so much as lifting a finger. The view points she had expressed in question form were nothing less than sociopathy and they expected nothing less of her based on the displays of her power. The idea that someone with power over death itself questioning the very morality of using her powers to kill as though she never had a sense of morality to begin with made them all fear for their lives. The fear she would turn on the rest of them, draining them of life just as she had to the man laying dead and in mutilated chunks before them was enough that the humans vacated the area, going back indoors to avoid becoming her next victim.

The only people who remained in the fenced off outdoors of the lonely prison islands were the three non-humans and of course Babble. The only human left standing before Nyx was Babble, still sporting a smile like he was stuffed not with intestines and blood but with sunshine, sweet candies and cute puppies and kittens. He did not need to suppress the sound around him to create a near perfect silence, the absence of people becoming the reason. A cool wind blew in from the ocean, it's refreshing cool feeling on his body making this moment all too wonderful for him. All he did was wait there, waiting for an answer to his question for Nyx which he had phrased using her point of view as well as making it seem as though she was the one talking the whole time.

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Character Portrait: Korogu Lothash Character Portrait: Nyx Nightshade Character Portrait: Winter Alicia Character Portrait: Lee "Babble" Monseft Character Portrait: Kureiji Satsujinsha
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As assumed, the wolf girl had made short work of the humans who challenged her. Their slain bodes littered the ground in pools of crimson. The study had been a success, though never finished in Koro's eyes. Wolfie would still need to be watched in order to collect a sufficient amount of data.
Soon after she was spotted, though it mattered little. Korogu had no reason to fear this girl, had no reason to fear at all. Locking eyes with the wolf girl she took another drag and flicked the smoke from her fingertips, leaping from the tree. Hiding was useless now.
Leaning against the tree she watched as a newcomer approached the group, mutilating another group of humans, and absorbing their life force. It was the first time she had seen this one's abilities. Mentally she began taking notes on her as well. This girl would be a worthy adversary, and it seemed she was part dragon herself.
Maybe Kenjii and I should start with her...a practice run you might say... though she too would need to be watched more before that point. Before taking on another beast in this prison one must always collect sufficient data.
Not far from her another wolf girl sat drinking. A plethora of smells was coming from her direction, making it rather uncomfortable. Firstly the wet dog smell they all have, the skunk-like scent of marijuana, vodka, and lastly and the most foul was the odor of vomit. Though Koro had little room to judge since becoming a member of the undead. She had become stale smelling, and a little sour. However, she still wished to be away from the girl, and since she was doing nothing note-worthy, she chose to save that particular inmate for a later study. Before looking away however, she watched the girl manipulate some shadows, and it seemed, make herself some minions.
Shadow manipulator...hmmm she pondered, unsure of how this particular ability could come in handy for her in the future. She would of course need to be studied more as well, but when she was engaged in something other than self loathing as it seemed she was doing now.
As she turned to watch the dragon girl again a familiar face approached the group, the one they called "Babble". Koro liked him, he was quiet and rarely asked questions of her. She watched as he demonstrated his power, not to the group of humans, but directly to the new dragon. The humans had no idea as they fled her, no idea of who had the true power of illusion over them.
Chuckling to herself she walked slowly toward the two, lighting another smoke. Though she didn't know Babble well, his powers were fascinating. He only spoke when there was something worthy of saying, seeings how he was speaking to this girl, she knew that some critical data would be easily obtained through her reaction to not only his ability, but to his questions as well. As she stepped next to them she stood silently, simply taking a drag from her smoke and listening, staring at the new girl with her cold dead gaze.

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Character Portrait: Korogu Lothash Character Portrait: Nyx Nightshade Character Portrait: Winter Alicia Character Portrait: Lee "Babble" Monseft Character Portrait: Kureiji Satsujinsha
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Kureiji looked around and studied the people. There was a woman who seemed to be undead, and definitely smelled like it. Sometimes she wished she didn't have such an enhanced sense of smell. She also noticed an angel, and a werewolf, along with others. She sighed and lazily drifted off.

As Kureiji was lost in thought, a man approached her.

"You," He said gruffly, "Fucking fight me."

At first Kureiji was confused as to why this man suddenly decided to fight her, but, eh.. Why not? She stood up and quickly moved out of the way as he tried to land a punch on her. She smiled twistedly, it seemed this man had no powers as she dodged his blows. Kureiji summoned the Shadows and made them wrap around his legs, hanging him upside down. She appraoched him, baring her canine-like teeth and then bit into his neck, tearing it apart, blood getting on her face. She then tossed him lazily with the Shadows and went to go wash herself.

After she was done she returned and decided to amuse herself by grabbing people's legs with tendrils of Shadow, causing them to fall, retreating the tendrils before they found out. It lasted a bit until some guy caught her and came over to fuck her up. Which of course didn't happen. Before he laid a finger on her she had him cut in half. She found killing and harming people extremely amusing.

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Character Portrait: Korogu Lothash Character Portrait: Nyx Nightshade Character Portrait: Lee "Babble" Monseft Character Portrait: Kureiji Satsujinsha
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Still using Nyx's voice, although it was now originating from himself, he gave a cold chuckle. Her assumptions about him were just the cutest little thing, like a small child sticking rocks and other things into it's mouth. He could tell she was trying to use the thinking part of her brain to figure out what was going on but she was much too slow, much too slow indeed. He could tell after she was done her little spiel about life, death and soul transfer nonsense he would need to catch her up to the point so he didn't have to sit her explaining things for the greater half of his day.

"Oh Nyx, how you wound me so with your assumptions." He said, her voice only ever so mild with sarcasm behind that statement. "I judge everyone but the sentences I pass no one but the great big I alone hear and I adjudicate no law nor order."

Without even the slightest sound or tell Babble's legs had disappeared in a blur, he was now hovering on nothing but air.
"I carry a lot of words. Words like stone, imbibe, conceal, art, leg, disestablishmentarianism, zen, phobia and so much more! Today I bring you a very special word! Can the viewers at home tell me what word that is?" He said, now addressing an imaginary audience. He stood there for longer than a pause could remain comfortable, almost as if he was actually expecting a reply. "Well?" He tapped his foot in impatience, waiting for whatever he was waiting for, real or not.

"Oh fine! Be that way then!" He gave a disgruntled sigh, looking down at his feet then back up to meet Nyx's eyes.
"Today's word of the day is caution. A- how should I put this... Ah yes! A word of caution per say." By this point he was beginning to float gently along in a relatively large circle around Nyx, giving her reasonable space between them for courtesies sake. "I don't know if you know that I know what you know but you know that I know what you know now that I told you, letting you know."

His smile was almost never disingenuous. While this situation itself would be something he would normally avoid the act of creating disorder within an ordered system was his favorite hobby. His smile had gone to more of a smirk as this was tying up his time when he could be other places doing more important things like chilling out and singing along to the golden sound.

"Your part of their little game now. You agreed to it the moment you accepted their supposedly generous offer. You better start to like killing because whether you like it or not that is all they will want of you. The pawns don't like you because you stand in their way of playing your role, The knights dislike you because the increasing number of people in your rank devalues the entire system with them included and the other bishops will hate you. They will hate you not because of who you are or what you have done but because their leader, the person who gave them everything they treasure, has favored you above the rest of them. He made an exception for you when it is written in their precious code that you should of been punished..." Babble was now back around in the center of her vision. He hovered just a bit closer, the air displacement below his feet could be felt billowing up around him.

"If you don't like killing, you will earn nothing where you stand in the little schemes they write, not even the privilege to choose your own destiny. I remember the last time someone said no to them." Babble glanced momentarily towards his hands, an unconscious action born from the tingling sensation thinking about them brought. "How long you do think you have until they force you to say no?" With those words now implanted into her head he drifted back to where he originally stood, gently settling onto the ground as his legs regained definition.

"I've almost used up my allotment of words for the day. Try not to talk about me too loud.
I do hate it when people talk too... Loud." He turned, about to walk away when he suddenly turned his head back,
now addressing Korogu. "You and I will meet again... Or maybe we won't."

With that said Babble shuffled off back towards the prison entrance, forgetting about the blueberry girl and her ripping shadows busy ripping noisy people into squishy pieces in one of the more noisy ways he could think of. With the noise of regular humans wailing in relative fear in the vicinity it bugged Babble enough that he missed a detail he would not of missed usually. In the past Babble had found that vibrating his hands fast enough allowed him to pierce hide and bone with his finger tips with surprising ease. Though his feet lacked the shape and finer control to be as effective as his long lost hands they were still rather effective at mincing up meat and bones given special circumstances such as accidentally shuffling over a freshly bisected human corpse.

In a visceral spray a dark crimson mist settled in a radius around Babble who was now standing in a puddle of pureed giblets that was once called a person. Someone would be lucky to find a whole inch of this half of the body intact. The entire lower half of Babble was now covered in blood with smatterings splashed up along the rest of him. Simply standing there he sighed a bit and frowned mildly.

Now I'm all wet and I smell like old copper. Not all that much fun indeed. He mentally complained about the incident and the condition it's left him in.

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Having nothing else to do, Kureiji stood up and decided to get some food since she was quite hungry. As she walked over she felt someone brush past her making her stumble and flinch. How she feared the touch of others.. It was because of her damn parents that she was terrified of it. "At least they're fucking six feet under." She thought.
She entered the cafeteria and lined up, finding somewhere to sit alone after she had recieved her food.

As she sat down she noticed the zombie girl, Korogu as she recalled, sit down a couple tables away and slide a book towards the person across from her. Kure couldn't help but wonder as to what they were up to.
Barely eating, she decided it was their business and chose not to pry further into the affair.

Exiting the cafeteria and checking the pocket of her hoodie she found that she had only a few blunts left and her eyes widened.
"Dammit," She mumbled, her voice was soft and fragile sounding, yet harsh.
"He was supposed to be here fucking days ago!" She sighed irritably. "Great.. Just great." Kureiji thought, slapping a palm to her forehead.

She sighed. "That damn idiot better have them..." The thought of not having any weed for even a couple days was too much to bear.

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Noticing she was still covered in a plentiful amount of blood, Kurieji decided to go take yet another shower, returning first to her cell to fetch a clean pair of clothes. As she was striding towards the showers, she accidently bumped into Babble on the way, tensing up for a split second and afterwards mumbling a soft, "Sorry," and continuing on her course.

She entered and stepped in the damp enclosure and quickly stripped, tossing her uniform down the disposal, Kure wished she could escape from there, but she learned that the hard way when she first arrived at this hell, the prison was designed awfully too cleverly. Standing away from the water, she adjusted the tap accordingly to have the water whatever temperature she desired. The warm water was abundantly relaxing, washing away some of the blood on her deathly pale skin. If only they would wash away the scars, the cicatrixes, and all the left over memories from her execrable, traumatic childhood..

Pouring some soapy shampoo into her hands she lathered up her hair and rinsed quickly, subsequently scrubbing her body. A long sigh emanated from her lips and she slid down the wall of the shower, curling up so that she was hugging her knees. Leaning her head back, she mulled over ways that she could get out of this, this.. Abomination. She thought about staging a coup of some sort. Looking back on it, she decided that it would be rather difficult to overthrow the prison single-handedly. She could possibly try joining a gang, although she was far too farouche... She banged her head on the wall and sarting laughing like a madman for no apparent reason.

I'm not crazy.. Am I?

Snapping back into reality, she picked herself up and silenced the shower, grabbing a towel and swiftly dried herself off, changing into a simple black tank top, which oblivious to her knowledge, showed a bit of the scar on her back. Kureiji also donned jeans of the same color.

Exiting the showers, she went back to her cell and not bothering to turn on the light, plopped down on her small cot settling into a macabre sleep of sorts.

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Babble was striding down the halls when a familiar blueberry girl bumped into him. Bumped!? Into me!?
Such if I do say so myself, which of what I did.
Babble made up sentences in his head that didn't make sense to describe the situation. "Sorry." The feisty yet not so feisty all of a sudden girl mumbled to him before shuffling off towards the showers. As for himself, he jauntily skipped on his way to the laundry room.

Bursting through the steel double doors Babble certainly made an entrance. The cleaners were most definitely not surprised by any of it considering weirder things have happened but Babble was always a character worth keeping an eye on. One moment he could be dancing on clouds and with little segue move onto more unpleasant forms of sonic entertainment for himself at their collective detriment. Right now though he was more or less preoccupied to bother making the cleaners lives more difficult than they needed to be. His target? The bins at the far end of the lineup. It took him little time at all to dive into the large bins of much older uniforms. Orange... Orange... Orange... Yeesh, I ain't finding one single-
Why hello there totally sweet prison uniform!


With his toes Babble pulled up a set of classical grey and black barred prison pants and shirt with even a matching hat! "Woohoo! My luck is just fantabulous!" Babble cheered. As for the matter of getting dressed, there was very little privacy in most prisons. This prison did try to give better living standards than normal prisons but a prison was still a prison and with that comes certain indignities that sometimes are endured. Where most prisoners would have little compunction about changing in public view Babble decided to add a bit of privacy by slipping behind a large plastic clothes bin and squirming into his clothes using his feet. The pants were rather easy, the hat was pretty much a cake-walk but the shirt was a tad difficult. Having no hands sometimes kind of sucked.

Regardless, out walked a new and improved Babble! Or at least wearing more clothes than before which, although his new style did rock in his opinion, was debatable as to whether or not it was an improvement depending on who you asked. Now that he was freshly showered and into a fresh set of swanky new clothes Babble gave a yawn and stretched out his arms. He felt fresh as a daisy and ready to take on the world or in his case the whole island which was kind of a world of it's own in a way. He was left with a quandary however.
What do I do now? Hm... Oh! I know! I'll bother the blueberry girl because she bumped me and I have nothing better to do!

Shuffle shuffle shuffle.

Babble arrived just around the wing little miss blueberry was staying at. It took Babble almost no time at all to track her sleeping murmurs to where she rested her head at the moment. Babble looked over the sleeping figure of his now officially titled Blueberry Girl wondering where she managed to get a black tank top and black jeans. Yeesh, considering how scarce the smugglers been making himself I'm surprised she managed to find something to her taste like that. Then again, the morning sun rising every morning surprises me. Just because it showed up every other morning doesn't mean it necessarily will today!

Babble noticed the fair amount of scarring the young girl must of suffered, possibly from something or someone outside the prison for that matter. It didn't matter at the moment though. Or really any moment for that matter. It was time to oddify. Babble approached the bars on the cell just across from hers and lightly pressed his foot against the base of one of the bars. Silent he moved waves upon waves of vibrations through the metal bar, focusing the direction towards the side. Within a short period of time the bar bent until it nearly touched the bar neighboring it. He effected the bar on the other side of the bend the same way, leaving a narrow gap in the cell that looks like the bars were forced apart through a feat of magnificent strength. Heh, feat.

Babble stepped into the cell. It's occupants were not present, probably off gallivanting about in their little packs no doubt. Sitting on an empty metal slab stuck to the wall and purposed as an uncomfortable bed Babble simply watched the blueberry girl while singing his golden song. There was not a single sound that could interrupt the melody of Babble's silent song, a song that could not be heard yet drowned out all other noises, even that sickening sound of wet meat throbbing about inside that chest of hers. With that done all he did from that point forward was watch. He stared at her unconscious form for however long it would take for her to wake up. He spent long periods of time trying to blink as little as possible as to not disturb his rather disturbing fixated gaze. Normally he wouldn't bother himself with this girl in particular except for one minor exception.

There was absolutely nothing else happening anywhere else in the entire prison. It was rather creepy actually.

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Kureiji was now used to the sort of dreams she had by now. They usually depicted her dying in a bloody, gore-splattered mess. At the moment, she was being chopped up into little pieces with a butcher knife. Terribly cliche. Basically, every time she decided to go to sleep, which wasn't very often, she would dream about getting tortured or killed, and, to be honest, after a while it got dreadfully old. Sometimes she even awoke with random bruises or cuts. Shit, sometimes she couldn't even remember events that occurred the day before.

In the middle of her sleep, Kureiji's half insane, twisted mind abruptly went blank. She felt a presence and it was suddenly quiet and peaceful.. How odd. She then awoke with a start and, to her surprise, she found that Babble was just.. Staring at her. Kureiji gave him a slight quizzical, and confused look. How long had he been watching her? It was amusing yet slightly disturbing. She then became aware that her missing eye was exposed and swiftly covered it with her hair. Kure was quite self-conscious about it and did not want anyone to get a glimpse.

"So, umm, what are you doing here?" She asked quietly, in a slightly accusing tone, breaking the previously undisturbed silence. She glanced around and noticed that two bars on her cell were bent, leaving a small opening. Heh, how neat.

Groggily, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, her back against the cold wall and her knees pulled towards her. In the near complete darkness, she rubbed her indigo eye and examined Babble. He was clothed in gray striped pants and a shirt along with a hat that complemented the outfit. It suits him, and he looks rather nice..

She mentally let out an irritated sigh, deeply regretting that she found him exceptionally handsome.

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#, as written by Zalgo
An interesting detail about the golden sound. Yes, it definitely is quite interesting. The way it basically eats all other sounds, turning all to silence. To Babble's ears the girls bothersome voice was not entirely suppressed but was but a barely audible whisper, so far away despite being literally in the cell just across from the one he was sitting in.

He sighed too, only on the outside as well as inside. Of course she couldn't hear it. All was golden, after all. All was silent. In but a passing moment the background noise slowly faded back into audible hearing.

No one can appreciate the silence. He grieved mentally for the death of commonality between himself and any living creature in this forsaken dungeon. He smirked a bit upon seeing the blueberry girl hastily try to hide her asymmetry. It was quite funny really. An echo like Babble doesn't just see people, he can see the way sound both bounces off of them and travels through them, allowing him to let sound paint a picture of anyone near him in all three dimensions. Now proximity was a minor quandary. The further away someone was the less detailed his sonar became. In Madame Bleu's current situation Babble could basically see all but inside her. If he could touch her he'd be able to know her better than she knows herself.

"Not like it's anything I haven't heard before." He remarked, still wearing a mildly bemused smirk. Despite the amusing quality of her inexperience Babble was rapidly finding himself bored of her and that was the real issue to address at the moment. As it was he briefly considered going back to sleep and waking up later to go break some curfews. Not that he didn't plan on doing that at some point anyways but he wasn't the type to wait for fun to come and get him at it's own leisurely pace.

Aha! Babble snapped his fingers. Heh... Get it? Snapped? Because his fingers were broken before the hands themselves were taken? Never mind. Needless to say he had concocted some weird scheme to amuse himself and possibly others too. Babble stood, falling a bit forward before finding his balance and managing to stand without tipping.

Why bother with words? Why bother communicating at all? I'll dance and let the rhythm dictate my meaning.

Babble started with the right foot, then the left. The sounds of the trapped souls bound within these concrete halls started to take a backseat to a strange new sound. This song Babble sang using lips that do not move echoed through the halls. The sound was in total discord and yet flowed with a sweet harmony. It was irreproducible and yet would stick in the memory like lint to a sock. It was a sound that would stand at the very edge of your tongue, ready to be sung yet would never come out right.

His dancing was rather awkward. At times his legs and body moved with a stutter, jerking about like a video that wasn't finished downloading. At other times he simply flowed around, letting himself move like water, ebbing with the tune. There was only one direct certainty to this whole performance: He was moving out of the cell and down the hall. Where was he going? Not even he knew. All that was known was that he simply let the music guide him, following the rhythm until he found himself somewhere, anywhere. Whether or not the blueberry girl followed him was irrelevant, an issue far from his mind now.