#but i’ll see a vague about some absolute buffoonery and i’m just like thank god i’m on a different internet than you 😭

[lelianaslefthand]

it’s so fun being in my own little dragon bubble bc i keep seeing posts commenting on discourse i haven’t seen and getting mad at other people complaining meanwhile i feel like this

[shsl-doubttora-blog]

Stop Callin Me Valid You Fucks I'm Here To Die | Holly | Trial 4.01

God, Holly felt weird. All she had wanted to do for the last, whatever, week or so? Was sleep. Just lay around and text. To be fair, everyone else was being super weird too, so it wasn't really concerning to her. What was concerning was that stupid rabbit waking her up in the middle of an incredible nap - one that felt like she was floating in heaven - to go investigate some random fucks she didn't really care about.

But you know what? She didn't say anything. Just narrowed her eyes, popped a bubble she’d blown from the stale ass gum she’d found in her bag, and turned away on her heel. This wasn't her problem. So people had died. So what? People died every day. It was the circle of life, or some other pseudo-miraculous bullshit like that. Like, okay, someone wasn't going to be bothering her anymore. Big whoop. It wasn't like death was all that big a deal anyways.

She ignored the physical pains in her chest as she walked off to file her nails in the lobby. Ugh. Probably heartburn from the second class garbage that passed for food around here.

Time flew by until it came time to go to the trial, and Holly got up with a LOT of moaning and groaning about being too important to deal with this shit. Like, honestly. She was the LEADER. The most valuable person around here! She didn't DO, she DELEGATED. except…:she didn't really feel like it. They had it under control, anyways. Really, she was doing them a favor, letting them prove themselves and whatnot. She had better things to do. Like nap.

But what she was coerced into doing was going to the trial. Solely because she would be damned if she would let her good looks be wasted on lazing about, no matter how tempting it was. So she trudged in, scowled half heartedly at her classmates, and proceeded to stare dully in bile fascination at the absolute monstrosity of bizarre and inane actions that made up their fourth trial. In fact, the only thing she said at the beginning of the trial was a calm, snobby snipe at a few people….but considering she hadn't opened her mouth since before the fever started, her words might be a little surprising.

The drawl that comes from the podium that belongs to the water polo player isn't a familiar one. It sounds as if someone’s taken cheerful, friendly, energetic Holly and replaced her with a long lost twin who had spent the last 17 years as a spoiled, upper class snob. The look on her face (perfectly lined with makeup, in direct contrast to Michiko) made it very clear that she was more disgusted and bored by the goings on of the trial than bothered. It was the expression of someone who was upset with the fact that a local coffeeshop had caught on fire, not because a person’s livelihood had been destroyed, but because it really put a dent in her sacred cappuccino morning routine. Her hair was back to its normal blue and blonde highlights, and for someone sick with fever who'd been poor for nearly her entire life, she made a convincing socialite Barbie.

“I have truly never seen such an egregious display of pure buffoonery in my life,” she sniffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. It was getting longer. She wondered exactly how long they’d been here. “Mimi, please do get a hold of yourself immediately. You're being embarrassing.”

Someone voted for Sugoi immediately - as if -, Michiko was apparently determined to give her a migraine with all this shouting, Durarara had up and joined a damned gang, Yuka was wearing God knows what, Sugoi thought he was the king of England, Durarara got knighted by said alleged king after accidentally assaulting him, Durarara then ACTUALLY assaulting him while shrieking like some unholy death monster, Sugoi became a burrito of germs and blanket, and then- oh, God was dead? Lovely. For that particular comment, Holly glared in distaste at a now very sick Chou, apparently more upset by their insult to her religion than she was by the possibility they killed someone. When Masashi piped up, she waved a hand at him as if to say “it isn't worth it, don't get yourself involved with these people”. It was boring, but complaining about it wouldn't make it more interesting.

“Chou, I have to say, I am HIGHLY disappointed.”

She really sounds more irritated than anything, but okay.

“I mean, for goodness sake. Look at you. You've really done it now, haven't you! And doing away with the captain of all people. If you had the ability to get rid of someone as strong as he and I are, I only wish you would have chosen me so that I could be spared this absurdity and any further suffering. I mean, really. I know we don't get along well, but -”

And it's at this point that her annoyance seems to come to a boil, as she suddenly whips her head around to glare daggers at Michiko, while at the same time walking from her own podium to where Chou is.

“Ugh! FINE! I’LL help her, because God knows I'm the only person here who knows what to do! I swear, this entire court is just - so out of control! There's King Fuckface McMoist over there who's just, bleeding, which by the way PLEASE STEM THAT before I - never mind. I'll be over in a moment. Okay? And - Kagome-chan, what the hell are you wearing, you look sloppy. This is no kind of due to the dead. And - Look, Durarara, I am ALL about the wild hair, but like, otherwise, please do try to calm yourself. If my girlfriend were a murderer, I can only hope that I could find the wherewithal to conduct myself with some semblance of decorum.”

And thank god this week hadn't been the week her girlfriend was a murderer, she thought with a suppressed shudder. Wouldn't that have been just mortifying? And in front of all of these people….the horror!

“And, Chou, I don't know what this worthless talk is,” Holly started, looking completely indifferent to the raving going on a foot or two away from her. She was, however, briefly startled by the rather sudden violent action the big bug person inflicted on themself, but instead of taking a step back, she took a step forward. Finally, something akin to concern was on her face.

“W-wait….hey, seriously! You….Jesus, you can't just….let me see that, alright? Whether you felt it or not, I did. And whether or not I have any sense in being worried for your wellbeing, you are still my classmate. For better or for worse. And here I thought that ankle injury of yours was silly-”

Okay, well. At least she's being more of a grumbly but vaguely helpful bitch now instead of just the garden variety. And she's too distracted by trying to convince Chou to let her take care of the injury and reduce any poisoning damage to go on tangents about other people, so it's really a win win.

Thanks for nothing this entire trial, you useless reptile.