ugh, i'm byakuya togami, i'm known as 'super high school level heir'. but i think that's a little misleading, as i should be called 'super high school level perfection'. i am literally perfect in every way; my body and mind far surpass any of you planktons. owner of a purple rose with {6} petals teammates: kaito & haruka weapon: very expensive gold plated pen with a sharp tip
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Never heard of Byakuya Togami? Ridiculous, this boy must have been from a very poor family, with no money to even buy a radio. And he was shady. Too happy to be in this place. He didn't trust him at all. He could tell he was being drug to a room, and, he was quite curious what horrible fate had in store with him if he went with him. But, he'd rather not find out.
He kept the sharp tip pointed at him. "I could pin you down and stab your eyes out, then maybe write you a personal note with this pen. Too bad you won't be able to read it." Tch. If he had a gun he wouldn't think twice about shooting him. "Listen, you disgusting pile of waste, I don't believe for one second you're looking for a cat. Tell me your real intentions before I blind you."
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happy birthday baby i say as a grab your hands to find the million dolla holla
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Happy birthday.
Loosens his collar a bit and glances away. “.. thanks.”
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He doesn't take long to find someone, and the other is certainly a sore thumb. The dare was to 'tenderly hold another person's hand' and so he decided that the other would be sufficient enough. He stealthy approaches, and soon taps the other on the shoulder. " Hello, " His tone is rather dull, "Care to hold hands with me?"
Byakuya turns to look a the (poor) person who made the mistake of tapping on his shoulder. He stared him up and down and waited for him to speak. Hold hands? His face contorted in disgust. “Get away from me, pleb.”
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"In what lifetime would I ever waste my time on some one like you?"
“Please don’t do that Togamoney, I thought we were friends!”
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"Don't call me that, have some respect you ugly plankton!"
“Come back Togamoney, I didn’t know you were rich. New nick name in the air.”
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Takes a whiff. “You smell like obnoxious with a bit cranky man. Don’t lie to the no faces.” Pats him on his back happily. “You’re quite a unique person, Togamoney.”
Turns red and retracts from his touch. "I will not hesitate to stab you."
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Have you even gotten the urge to rub your money on your face and just sniff it?
I get disgusted at the thought of commoners touching it and getting their germs on me, so I prefer to use card rather than cash. But I may have done so with my glorious bank statements a few times.....
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you smell like money sniffs u
That's the smell of pure success, actually.
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do you sleep in a blanket made of money? what position do you usually sleep in?
That's ridiculous. I wouldn't want to sleep in a germ infested pile of money. I sleep in the highest quality silk sheets, obviously. I have them flown in every week before I toss the previous ones.
I sleep on my side, facing the door so that if anyone comes in I'm ready to destroy them for interrupting my sleep.
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✿ Orange Rose - What is the thing you most desire in your life?
✿ Purple Rose - Name a time you felt like you were at your very best, and no one could convince you otherwise?
✿ Monochrome Rose - Name a time in your life were you had no faith in anyone or anything, like everything was at its absolute worse and couldn’t get any better.
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He'd finally managed to get away from some of the idiots he'd somehow happened to run into and found himself standing in a library. Ah, the shelves of books calmed him down. Although, most of them looked childish and basically unreadable. They were dusty too. But, he wasn't going to picky right now, as much as these books weren't up to his standards. He circled the shelves, stopping when he saw another boy, probably around his age standing in front of one of the shelves.
Byakuya certainly did have good manners- for people he felt deserved it. But the people in this gallery were all lower than him or insane, or both. So, naturally, he didn't feel this boy, as clean and proper as he did look, earned his approval nor his respect. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms impatiently as the blonde spoke to him. "Are you referring to me as an uneducated beast?" Byakuya said, scoffing and looking him up and down form head to toe. "You realize, that volume's been long out of print; the new one is right here." He leaned over him, plucking it off the shelve. "All that you're reading is old information. But if you'd rather teach yourself false knowledge, go ahead."
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Every single human being in this place was annoying. Everyone, there was not even just ONE of them who didn’t get on Elliot’s nerves. And then again he wasn’t helping with his attitude but he hated this place, with all his might. All he wanted was to rip apart every single painting and mannequin and just why was he in this place again? Oh yes, bad luck. That seemed to just follow him around.
Elliot’s steps could be heard around the hallway as he pranced his way to what it seemed a library… Oh FINALLY something that perked his attention. If he was lucky enough there were going to be books that didn’t try to eat his face off. Like the rest of living wreck of creations of this place. But he was just going to see it himself. After stepping in the room everything seemed just too normal for his own sake which made him extra cautious. He took a book out of and opened it, the lecture was not all that bad. “Tch, finally something interesting in this horrid place.” He possibly was alone, there were not many people who liked reading, which he sort of hated, but at the same time was relieved about at this point, at least his place of peace from all the annoying ones. As he continued changing pages he could advert someone’s shoes standing just in front of him. Elliot closed the book in front of him and raised his sight to meet someone’s eyes.
It is of bad taste and awful mannerism to stare at someone as they read, didn’t this one know that? Of course he didn’t no one here had a bit of class or education. “Mind you, I am reading and I would rather you step away as I enjoy myself, away from uneducated beasts that roam around this gallery.”
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"I think I saw a hallway that cut to the right." He said, but before he followed behind Kaito he noticed the painting on the wall hanging differently than the others. When he touched it it fell off. Byakuya picked it up, thinking it could be useful for something later, even though he found the art gaudy and quite frankly unnecessary.
He followed behind Kaito, making sure to let out a few annoyed sighs to let him know he was going too slowly. When they got back down the hall he nodded. "I was right."
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[ Kaito looked around, rather confused. Key..? Where the hell would a key be in a place like this? Is there a room they missed..? Probably. ]
Okay.. But where would the key BE? Did you see any other rooms on your way here..? I sure didn’t!!
[ He sighed, and strolled back down the hallway, because there’s no way they’re gonna be able to get into that room. ]
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Was he serious? Byakuya let out a really aggravated sigh and chewed the inside of his cheek as he was forcibly dragged along. No, he wasn't just going to take it. With his free hand he fumbled around in his pocket. His wallet was gone, but there was still a pen. He glared as he followed behind him, being tugged and waiting for the right moment. He was going to regret treating a member of the Togami Conglomerate this way.
When he asked his name he forcibly tore himself away and pointed the sharp end of the pen at him. It was pitiful, actually, that this was his weapon. But it was sharp enough to cause some pain is stabbed with it. "I'm Byakuya Togami, you imbecile." He backed up a bit, not really watching where he was going. "If you don't stop I will stab you. I don't want to make it dull on some one as stupid as yourself, but you're giving me little choice."
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When he'd entered the room he went on to study some paintings. He only turned to look and see the girl from earlier topple in, and then this attention went straight back to what he had been doing. Byakuya could really care less if she died or not, she already had gotten on his nerves by knocking him over. When you were as tall as he was, falling was quite an ordeal.
He reached up a hand to touch one of the paintings when, again, the clumsy girl ran into him, this time knocking him over and sitting on top of him in somewhat of a suggestive position. His face got hot, not with embarrassment but with anger. If she hadn't jumped off as quickly as she had, he'd have shoved her off.
Once he'd pushed himself off the floor he started yelling, his voice booming and echoing on the galleries walls. "Do you have any sense of where you're going at all?!"
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She sat in a daze for less than a second. At least this guy hadn’t tried to hurt her, although… the scratching sounds behind her got closer and she shrieked. Haruka scrambled to her feet ready to follow his advice. She stood there, though, looking around. She had no idea where to go.
“A-ah..!! Wait!!” The redhead called after the boy. She ran after him, through the door and let it close behind her before turning to stare at the door. The painting was outside, that much she could hear. It knocked and scratched at the door.
With another quiet gasp, Haruka backed away from the only thing keeping the thing out. She wondered if the wood would be enough. Pushing the thought out of her head—it would be better if she thought she was safe—Haruka turned quickly. Too quickly. Again, she toppled onto the young man.
Shocked, she froze, sitting on top of him before a blush found its way onto her face. Immediately, she jumped away from him and held her hands up. “I-I-I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to do that again! It was an accident!!”
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This kid was getting on his nerves. He had much better things to do in a predicament like this than search for some damned cat of all things. He'd rather look for a knife to stab this annoying boy in the throat. They were trapped in some awful, possibly demonic, art gallery and he wanted to go look for a cat rather than save his own life.
He could only hope that he was acting like this from the shock of being placed into somewhere like this. Even so, he could be passed out face first on the ground and Byakuya wouldn't have tried to help him. It was every man for themselves in a life or death situation. He couldn't afford to die, of course, he was much too valuable.
"I'd rather find it on my own than waste another minute talking about your useless cat. Now get out of my way, plankton."
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Byakuya stood back, arms crossed over his chest just watching as Kaito went down the center of the hallway. He clicked his tongue when he saw the dark arm jut out of the wall. It had surprised him, a little, but mostly he'd been expecting it-there was a sign after all. He wanted to study them, were they robotic? But he was sure they'd try to grab him if he got too close.
After a few moments of watching, and waiting until Kaito was at the end of the hall, he strolled down the hall as if it were nothing. He didn't say anything as he walked over to the door and rattled the doorknob. Locked. "I guess we need to back and find a key."
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[ Kaito nervously looked at the hallway. ] I wonder what’s so wrong about the edges..? I mean.. it’s just a hallway right? [ He really did NOT want to go first. Not one bit. But he had no choice in this, did he? ] Here goes nothing…!!
[ As he walked down the hallway with loud, metallic footsteps, a FUCKING HAND CAME OUT OF THE WALL AND TRIED TO GRAB HIM. DEAR JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS TERRIFYING. ] HOLY SHI— [ No Kaito. Swearing is bad. HE CONTINUED TO WALK DOWN, BUT MORE HANDS WHERE COMING OUT OF THE WALLS OH GOD. He’s never known true fear before. That is, until now. ]
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