Posts by Kasasa-ne

[justify]Cosette, She was raised in a home of great wealth, Raised to know that her lucious blonde curls upon her head would never be messy because the world would never make her work for anything. A finger would never be lifted once she turned the ripe age of 18 years old. Some things were left out when she was taught of the world. Current events such as the second world war, "Fuhrer" Adolf hitler, and other things were left out from whatever she was taught about the world. Cosette was, of course, A young french girl whom many people have referred to as "Poupée" or sometimes "Poppet" [Dolly, Doll] Depending on whom her mother and father had over at the time.

Since the World War began, Things began to change for poor Cosette. Less and less servants were around and Cosette was nearly always left home alone whilst her parents attended conferences to help fund the war and keep their boys in good health and warm. Since then.. Cosette has been trained as a nurse under the wing of her own personal nanny.

Once sufficiently trained, Cosette was sent off under her fathers orders to work as a nurse on the feild, taking care of those poor soldiers whom were injured from war. [/justify]

[Small. Reply as either injured soldier or doctor. Could be romance or could be some sort of angst.]

--Of course you may--

;;Tw, Drug mentino/use;;

;;Reply how you will. Male, not male, Trans. I don't care.;;

;;tw; Drug use/mention, Depression, Breif mention of abuse;;

Winter. Times in the cold were especially difficult for Kalia. Being from Russia you would think the young woman would find that her blood would tend to run warm in the colder weather to keep her warm like the winters she endured in Russia. Unfortunately since moving from Moscow to the United States has made her blood freeze at the first sign of a chilly night. She would have to curl up with a fluffy blanket nearby her small electrical fireplace to seek refuge from the cold and harsh winter on the outside. It was nearly poetic. The Snow and harsh weather was nearly identical to her feelingns swirling through her head. Why had she left her home? Who could tell? She certainly wouldn't. Who could admit to such sin? To such things that would tarnish her name and make the black pit in her stomach grow and grow. Was her destiny cursed to follow the path of a mule?
Throughout her younger life was plagued with things that would only bring her self esteem down, and she was even briefly plagued by depression at the young age of 15. And by that age she was forced into the wrong crowd by her lovely sister of hers. There, She was introduced to "Stabilizing" drugs {including Cocaine and Acid}. She was stabilized.. A young one with only the will to live on her brain. No, There was not sexual abuse. She was just a young girl who was there to serve and keep quiet about the going ons. While one day they had indeed run out of drugs.. they assumed young Kalia was under the effects still and left her alone. And that.. is when her flee to America began. 17 and living alone in America proved challenging. Especially when changing around her entire identity
Challenges there were nothing compared to her previous life of running drugs to dealers and going to do various tasks she was conditioned not to talk about. She was on ehr porch, Those things swirling through her mind. A cigarette lit and on her lips as she thought. Her dark colored eyes gazed from the ground up to the blur of faces walking past her. Typical. A small, yet breathy, sigh escaped her lips as she spit her half smoked cigarette onto the ground before putting it out.

Any plot ideas/ people interested in DanganRonpa roleplay, Or otherwise discussing? Post Below! vvvvv

I absolutely adore Franada as well as Usuk. My favorite however has to be LietPol! I'd definitely be interested in plotting if you would like.

Fujisaki continued his wandering around the snowy town, Passing by abandoned beaches and abandoned benches. It was far too cold for anyone with their wits about them to go out, and even if you were in warm clothes the bite of the cold would be nipping at their nose. Who would want that? He was dressed warmly, but being a robot it didnt mean too much for him to be dressed warm or not. He continued down, Thick wool covering his form [thanks to a worrying friend whom always made him bundle up at any sign of coldness.] Secretly, He was thankful to have worrying friends no matter how much it bothered him to have his friends worry. He continued to wander, A tiny present in his hands for one of his friends.. The name was quite hazy to him. A color? Something? He wasn't sure... And he was determined to find out who it was for.. He would knew if he saw them though!

Cosette was on her way to the tent, clad in white nurse gown and hat. It did indeed seem to hold a sort of glamour to it. Perhaps the fact of the doctors and nurses saving lives and at the same time being on the front lines with the good boys fighting for their respective countries. Perhaps it was just the way the media had portrayed the daily lives of the nurses and doctors that made people believe that their jobs and the injuries were easily sustainable in the fact they were easily treated - Of course that was not the case in many of these people.

She arrived on the scene, No gunshots heard and only the rush and the poor wailing of the doctors and patients alike as each tried to hold their own against the raging war and the injuries the soldiers came upon during. There wasn't much anyone could do, Only the doctors and nurses could fix them up as best as possible, feed them, and hope for the best when they woke the next morning or evening.

She was jetlagged, tired, and felt near fainting. Since these last few months she had lost whatever normalcy there was to travel. Entering the tent, the sight was definitely something to behold. There werent many cots open and the ones that were open had blood stains.. Just calling for infection! "Goodness, How could anyone live in these conditions?" She lamented, her tiny nose scrunched up.

I've had more of a muse for UsUk lately that I haven't been able to roleplay in a while ^^ It would be nice to do that. But i'd be perfectly fine with any one of them.

"Loneliness." Abel took a long drag out of his cigarette, one hand on his steering wheel and the other flicking the ash off of his cigarette. "Is inevitable. Whether i'm here with you or whether you're surrounded by a group of people. We always want something that isn't here with us and I think that's fucked up." His eyes glanced from the male in his passenger side and then back to the road. "I know its hypocritical of me to say it's fucked up. I'm guilty of these things too. Who isn't, Eh?" This would cause a sharp grin to place itself onto Abel's lips. Perhaps it was something that couldn't be helped. Human nature was, simply, hypocritical. "Do you regret anything? Me? Past experiences? I know you know me better than I know you.. So.. That being said.. Tell me your everything. As much as I've wanted to see you naked, I want to see your bare soul before I even touch you like I love you." This was simple truth. What was more satisfying in the end? Of course it's the feeling of fallling in love with someone simply and naturally. To fall in love with someone's soul rather than their bodies. This was what Abel had in mind for the sweeter, smaller male in his passenger seat at 3am in the morning.

;;in need of the other male, no tracking-

"That's right." Abel flicked his cigarette out of the window and leaned his head back against the seat, watching the street and whatever was on the sides slowly disappear. There wasn't much to say at the moment.. What could be said? Something edgy or something deep? Definitely not. Minutes passed, and the two stood silent before Abel interrupted it. "You know.. I didn't much expect you to be up to going out at 3am to talk about almost nothing at all. I figured you would have been asleep or doing.. I don't know. I don't know too much of what you do." He mused, a cheeky smile playing on his lips now. With another glance over to Jay he nudged him lightly. "If we're going to be around each other past midnight I think we should be around before midnight too. You know. Spend time together or some shit." It wasn't much of a request. Sneaking off at 3am was 'Romantic', But only in the sense of it being only a quick rendezvous for the night. Only speaking. Eyes forward. Abel cleared his throat and scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I want to see you more, kid." Simple words. Only a simple request made by the one who refuses to make requests - Only demanding.

;;All is well. Take your time looking for a picture. It isn't much important, but is welcomed ;;

"I like nights like this. Would'a found it more enjoyable if we could do this more often.. And if we could get more time like this to ourselves it would be really nice. Get to know you more, Despite rumors and shit.." He trailed off, His thoughts going back to rumors of them both - Despite the varying differences in the type and amount each had. More wild and racy rumors surrounded Abel himself, While less rampant surrounded Jay. It was definitely strange how the two ended up meeting. One confronting the other over careless rumors that supposedly started with the other. Accusations flew between the two before Abel erupted with laughter of the idioticness of it all. Realization hit them that they had been set up and set against each other. Always have to keep up appearances, Abel had said. And so, Now the two had started their nightly Rendezvous and perhaps gotten feeling for each other whilst leading a different night life? Who knows. "Heh. You know it's kinda funny, right? We both know we don't do much during the day. What's keeping us? Or is it just something invisible keeping us from hangin' during the day?"

;;Of course ^^;;

Perhaps he was falling for Jay as well. Perhaps it was their meetings at night and their deep conversations that pulled Abel towards him. The two already did seem to be close, And even more so due to their conversations about Love and baring their souls. Neither one seemed to catch on to the others obvious flirting and hints. That was, of course, to be expected from a hardass such as Abel. He light another cigarette and held it between his lips. "Mmn. Your hands cold there Jaybird?" A small grin played on his lips, his eyes glancing from the road over towards the passenger seat. "Not smart to put it against your skin you know. Gonna make yourself even colder if you do." He pointed out, taking a puff from the cigarette in his lips and released through his nose. "Poor kid, You're gonna make yourself sick from hanging around me too much. Damn.. Do I have to start bringing you winter gear 'n shit?" a laugh escaped his lips, one hand reaching over to mess up the other males hair. "You're really like a kid, you know that? Not a bad thing.."

"What'd'ya mean with me not wearing anything? I'm smart enough to wear a large enough jacket in the dead of winter, Kid. I wouldn't wear nothing unless you asked me to, Jaybird. All tht is up to you. You brought it up after all." Abel smirked and shook his head, More laughter coming from him. "What does that make me?" Abel had to think a moment, tapping his chin with his finger. "It makes me older than you, Kid. Not sure what else you would think it would make me." With another ruffle to the others hair, he put both hands on the wheel. He enjoyed it as well. Teasing words, Deep conversations, even the awkward silence every once in a while was enjoyable to him. Perhaps he was falling in love? He didn't enjoy silence and he didn't get into deep conversations very often and they definitely didnt last as long as they did with Jay. It was... different with him. It always was. Abel yawned and turned his attention towards the clock momentarily. "3:45. You itching to get home or do you want to stay out some time longer? I don't mind either way." When, in truth, he would much rather stay out longer. All night, If they could.

;;If I ever disappear just message me or something. I tend to accidentally do that ;;

"Funnily enough, I'm not going to strip just because you looked at me. You're gonna have to woo me a little more before I strip for no reason. I think i'd cost a little more than that. You got some ones on you kid?" Abel gave him a rather crude wink and the lick of his lips, followed by a chuckle. His only aim with that was to embarrass poor Jay. "You-" He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled after a moment. "Are hilarious. What are you worrying about your hair for? You act like that's the last time i'm gonna mess your poor hair up." More grinning ensued. He was feeling cocky now after taking notice of the others nearly embarrassed demeanor. "Not ready to get home just yet? That's fine with me.. Gotta stop for gas soon." He replied with a bit of a mumble, being sure to flick the ash from the tip of his cigarette before returning it to his lips. The temptation to bring up whatever relationship they had was hanging on the tip of his tongue, but had no motivated push itself out to determine what they were and how they felt of each other. "You know, Kid, Don't you think this is kind of funny? Just meeting at night 'n shit. Not haha funny, but, Weird funny? One of us has to have the motivation to not hide this friendship thing. Whatever the fuck this is." One hand raised to rub his temple.

;;No problem. We all do it sometimes ;;

A soft sigh left Tsujii's mouth, leaning back against the Cafe's open recliner. There he sat, typing out codes for websites and profiles and various different games he made to fill his ever expanding free-time. His parents of course were concerned that Tsujii would end up alone and one of those 'Otaku's' that everyone seemed to talk down about. In reality, As much as he would absolutely love to crave over 2D girls he had far too much to do in a certain deadline. No matter how much he ends up complaining about his everyday life and how much free-time he has to fill he didn't have too much due to his friend's private business began taking off with help from some very generous investors interested in AI's and perhaps a special type of mini-robot. Tsujii was tasked with working on the AI's. Was is fun? Sure, Whatever. Time consuming? Yeah, Yeah. Tsujii pursed his lips with a little grin. He had finally cracked into the personality core and was able to fix it to his advantage. This was, until, Someone decided to trip forward and spill whatever contents of his drink that was left in their cup onto the keyboard of the computer. Eyes wide, Much too shocked to say anything near sensible, Tsu lifted his head from his downward stare to the face of the male who accidentally dumped his contents onto the computer. "You.. Broke my computer."

;;Need another male, No tracking, Picture of character not required but would be greatly appreciated Thank you, And I hope to roleplay soon;;

Plotting for a Danganronpa roleplay. Need plotting - Characters- Post order.

All characters open [post your character + Short bio];

Any type plots open [with short Bio, Add A plot idea];

Post order [determined after plot];

;;Sure thing ^^;;

I'd be 100% okay with being America in the situation. Nyotalia correct? It'd be nice of you to start a plot ^^