Ya'll Want A Single? ( Open )

[Katsuri Katashi]

FUCK THAT SHIT!

The mammoth of a man had to duck as he entered the front doors of that building, dressed in nothing but a fundoshi, his geta sandals, and the white split toe socks which accompanied them. A piece of slick black plastic was tucked at his hip into that fundoshi which covered his nether regions, with a long black wire climbing up from it and splitting near the top to allow the two headphones to rest in their home at his ears. On the opposite hip a rather long black sheath was nestled perfectly into that black cloth, the handle of it settled just where he could rest his hand on the top. Said hand was wrapped with the inside of his palm placed on the ball of the handles end, the other swaying freely at his side.

What was to be said for that hand, however, was that a rather large red saucer like bowl was clamped on by digits, whilst a twisted rope held a bottle of sake up. The bottle of sake itself had an engraved name in kanji down one side in black, while the other was left smooth, the name should have been obvious. Apart from his apparel there was little left to the imagination, just that massive form of his striding down the hallway, red strands of hair hanging easily down past the middle of his back, he looked like an old samurai who had gotten drunk and lost his armor.

"Mm..." That free hand was brought up and he bit a cork which had a small twine tied around it, ripping it free of the bottle he had and taking a quick swig of it, before replacing it with a shift and a press of his thumb while fingers locked bottle in place. Though, anyone with a back view would have found something quite similar to this. The exact reason he was patrolling the halls of a school he did not even go to was not really known, it could have been said that he was checking out what may have been transferring over to 260, but the real reason was easier to see.

He was bored to tears. "What is there to do around here." Voice oddly light for one of his size, but not the fairy sort, it just did not sound like Barry White trying to get into your pants. Instead it had a more rhythmically tone to it, yet held the same professional sense he did when he was... well... less bored then usual. Come one! Come all! See the half naked man!

[Grimoire]

A black car stopped at the gates of a high school.The driver got out of the car and opened a door on the left side. A tall woman standing 6'2 in height stepped out of the car with her hands chained up and a muzzle covering her face.

On the other side of the car a guy walked up to her, he unchained her and quickly walked back to the car. They drove off and left the woman behind.

The woman slowly took the muzzle off ,holding it in her right hand.She wore a short black ruffled dress ,her hands covered in short black gloves to protect her hands from dirty germs. Bright amber colored eyes looked at the building in front of her.

"259."

"They call this a high school?!?!? what a hideous thing!"

"Silence, We are not here for sightseeing."

The woman walked up to the entrance of the school with a cold expression on her face, her hips swaying from side to side, her long crimson hair following her every move.The way she walked could only described in one word: Elegance. The fact that she walked on high heels did help of course.The filthy muzzle that sat on her beautiful face for hours left a disgusting feeling.

"Just find me a bathroom to wash my beautiful face"

She nodded to herself and entered the building, not having troubles with the door.When she entered the school she saw a big chunk of meat walking down the hall.Not really in the mood to walk around this filthy building she yelled at the guy.

"You! tell me were the bathrooms are."

She stopped walking and looked at him.She still held the muzzle in her one hand while the other sat on her hip.

[Katsuri Katashi]

An Order? Oh?

He could just barely hear the voice that had called out to him over the loud sounds of techno assaulting his ears in such a fashion as he enjoyed, but what he did hear was met with nothing more then a cock of his brow at first. Quite interesting really. In his mind, only someone whom was oblivious, cocky, or a little too sure of themselves would have stated their words like that, and he was banking on the last of the three, after all, it took such arrogance to know such arrogance. Leaning back on those sandals he would have twisted himself and turned, coming around straight, that form of his smooth, hairless save for the ridiculous amount which hung from the top of his head and the little bit above his eyes.

He hooked that rope over the handle of that reversed blade and the same with the bowl like saucer. Once free those hands rose to his ears and removed those headphones with the slightest of ease. A bit of a flex, unintentionally and unconsciously mind you, and he would have spoke back, voice fluid and swift, precise. "Bathroom?.. heh. Approach the desire in a less pretentious manner and maybe you will get an answer other then this ne?" He said aloud and would have let one of the headphones raise back up to his right ear, slipping it in, music being turned down to allow attention to be focused on what her reply would be, but also allowed him to continue with the mix which had been banging the bones in his ear around in circles.

At this point though he was looking her over, taking in every last piece. The hand on the hip was a nice touch, he thought it added a little more flare to the apparent attitude she was conveying, though he was well aware it was purposely. The second item that caught his eye was the muzzle, which of course, had that red tinted brow of his once more up in arches, and those eyes staring momentarily to get a better look before he brought them back up to her face, fairly curious now why there was a muzzle there, and what looked like marks where the thing had been on her face. Escaped looney? Those were always fun.

[Grimoire]

She didn't seem to take any interest in what he said to her. Why did men annoy her so much?What was with this guy? Was he to stupid to answer this simple question or did he really think She would ask nicely?

"So .. are you going to answer my question or what ?"

The arrogant woman ignored his advise or whatever it was .There was nothing to gain from following it. If she wanted to be nice she would join the boy scouts.

"my my, I like his looks, let's me play with him~"

"Silence. take your hormones somewhere else"

She looked bored at the guy ,his looks didn't go unnoticed but it wasn't the time to play.not yet. If he still didn't answer her question she would look for it herself.

Sigh.

Walking was such a pain.

[Katsuri Katashi]

Bishi? Me? Nah.

Too stupid? Hardly. If anything that was the reason he had answered in such a manner, as most men got.. "friendly" or violent with a little alcohol in them, Katsuri just got mellow when he got drunk, more relaxed then usual. Lets just say that was probably the only reason the piece of equipment in his hip had not been pulled up sheath and all, and he trying to crack her skull in with it. "Ignorance and no manners... how droll. Either way, can not bother with the less fortunate. Down this hall, a right, then the first left, should see it just fine. " He knew this why? Well.. he had been walking around her all damn morning, if he did not remember where quite a bit of stuff was he was useless.

Of course, he had been talking down to her as if she was some misbehaved bebe's child.If anything, the pitiful use of verbal attack was probably the luckiest she would get in this place, especially with him.. oh why oh why... did he have to drink two bottles of this fun fun liquid before coming to class? Oh. I remember. Boredom. Removing cork from his bottle he took another small swig of the burning sensation in a jug and replaced the cork, no need to wipe mouth free of aftermath due to a meticulous mannerism he held with all things, one would have known by just how clean his form and everything on it was. If anything happened to the sandals he made new ones. His fundoshi got too dirty to be washed? He made a new one. It was really quite easy.

The only exception would be the blade which rested in the sheath, which was old, quite old.. not the sheath mind you. That was replaced with the slightest knick or crack. Vanity was a fun thing to upkeep. That hair, already naturally soft and "shiny" as it were due to his disorder, was kept up with the most expensive salon care items you could find, while finger nails and toe nails for that matter, were kept cleaned, filed, and a thin coat of clear nail polish over them... mind you, this had more then one reason, the polish also acted as a hardener, and if you looked closely at his hands, they were the equivalent of having claws. "Either way, be on your way I guess."

[Grimoire]

Oh he gave the directions? Proves how easy guys were and how they couldn't stand their ground.Ohwell, it wasn't important enough to ponder over, it gave wrinkles, ya know!

Amadis began to walk again, her legs slightly trembling at each step. It wasn't fear, nonsense she never heard of it..it was her curse. She felt her legs growing weaker the more she walked, her injury never seemed to heal.Doctors said she was lucky not to feel the pain since a normal person wouldn't be able to walk because of it. Lucky eh? In her eyes she found it far from lucky.

tsk. it Annoyed her.

"Thank you"

Even though she was a bitch, she still had manners.Using his directions she went looking for the bathroom, walking straight past him. Amadis gave him quick glance , The joker began to pull on the Doll to get her out of the way, so that she could be in control. In the Joker's eyes, he definitely looked good enough to play with. Without saying a word she continued walking, going right as he said.

As soon as she found the bathroom she would place the muzzle next to the sink and wash her face like crazy.That is if she got there before her legs got their period.

[Katsuri Katashi]

Tick Tock. Germs a wastin'

Hardcore Techno Randomness 9

A hollow thank you was spit in his face, too which he just rolled his eyes, having lost respect the moment she spoke. He never brought such words to the table in a first sighting, and well, to do so was, lets just say, beneath him. As thus, he viewed anyone doing so as beneath him too, making things a little difficult to upkeep. This sort of thing was actually quite frequent in upper class of his home country, especially those who were often considered of royalty or an important clan, even in the underworld it was a prized thing to have in terms of mob overlords. As she walked past he took a quick glimpse of her, the muzzle once more catching his attention before anything, it was just the sort of object that got his gears cranking.. we would not go into other aspects of such things due to a nature which was on the mature side, but lets leave it at kinkier things.

Sick nature, however, did bring out a gore covered side of his brain as well, the imagination ran rampant of things he could do with someones mouth gagged with that and maybe a few socks, all within the sanctity of this school, whips, chains, blades of a varied assortment..oh how the alcohol weakened his thought process. He shook it off and sighed aloud, going back to his wandering, having for but a moment been removed from his dull boring waltz of feet which could have been no less then clodhoppers in the dictionary. Entire body that way for what it was worth. He held no rippling muscle, at least not unless he flexed, his body had been built to do that, skin thicker then average due to wear and tear over time, it was quite delightful in combat, but otherwise made for an average appearance for someone of his size.

A single hand, as deft as possible, rose and ran through those glorius strands of red, contemplating on rather he should have gone to grab his zoot suit, which in his eyes matched his form quite well. He had even gotten the matching french style oxfords to go with it and a red felt pointed fedora. In the end, lethargic thoughts prevented him from doing such and he carried on about his way down that hallway, heading towards an unknown spot in the school, maybe the lunch room. Possibly able to oust the school staff to make himself something to eat that did not look like a yak puked it back up, maybe he should go get his Teachers Aid ID made.. yea.. that'd be great, use it as a false sense of authority in this school and make them get out of the way.

[Grimoire]

So, she followed his directions even though she didn't really believed him. Ah there it was! Amadis quickly walked into the toilets.Time for some washing!

Thus she placed the muzzle next to the sink and turned on the taps to get boiling hot water. When steam came from the water she took her gloves off ,placing them on the muzzle and washed them first until they were red. After her hands she began to wash her face. Did she feel the pain of the boiling water burning her skin?

no.

She did not feel pain, only something warm. The lack of feeling pain also resulted in her bad eyesight. That annoyed her since she couldn't see her face in the mirror, she only saw a blurry image of herself. For years she based people's looks on the color and vague lines of their faces but also their voices and scents. Her taste was complicated.


When she was done with her face she dried her face and hands off with some paper. After putting her gloves back on she looked in the mirror that hung above the sink, she touched her face and slowly the cold expression on her face began to melt away. the fact that she couldn't see her beauty in the mirror made her pissed off.

She made a fist and punched the mirror. It shattered and large shards fell into the sink. This wasn't enough for her! she wanted to be more beautiful!Amadis grabbed the muzzle and turned away from the broken mirror and started to put the muzzle on.

"It won't make you look better with that thing on"

"Silence"

While she was busy putting it on , two guys, a blond and a brunette looked into the bathroom to see what made that noise. When they saw it was a woman, they walked towards her ,asking..

"Hey are you okay??"

Amadis finished tightened the last strap around her head and let her hands drop to her side. She slightly looked to the side and saw herself in the mirror, a grin appeared under the muzzle.

"Oh I'm fine now.."

"...now I have something to play with"

She let her hand fall into the sink,grabbing a large piece of glass and turned around to face the guys. They widened their eyes of fear and took a few steps backwards as they saw the muzzle and the insane look in her eyes.The muzzle made the final touch to her beauty.She was fond of stuff like this, one might say she loved kinkiness but let's not go there. Back to the two boys.

She laughed and suddenly attacked them, slicing the neck open of the blond e as she ran past him. As he fell onto the ground with his throat cut open she looked at the brunette. He tried to run away but fell due to the slippery floor she created by washing her face wildly. He tried to crawl out of the girls bathroom ,screaming for help.

Amadis quickly walked up to the guy, grabbing his leg with her free hand. She dragged him back into the toilet and his screaming quickly stopped as she drove the shard into his eye.

Amadis stood up and let the shard fall out of her hand, the pressure she used to kill these fuckers made her own hand bleed but she didn't pay any attention to it. It didn't hurt so it wasn't important. Only when she saw that the glove was torn she looked annoyed.

"Tsk, now how are you going to pay for this?"

She looked at them and kicked the head of blond.His hair color was disgusting, cheap color.The only thing she could see just perfectly was blood and the bathroom was painted red by their blood. What a beautiful sight.


"I know. I'll just make new gloves out of your skin"

With an amused look on her face she grabbed a new shard of glass and went through her knees. She was about to cut the shirt open of the human but then...she heard footsteps, heading towards the toilet.

Tsk. Why did people interrupt her fun?