Comments | thedollsyhouse: Tell me that you will listen [Complete]

ttlypimpin in thedollsyhouse

Tell me that you will listen [Complete]

Dec 14, 2008 07:36

Characters: Makoto Itou, Zetsu
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Day 005
Summary: Makoto enters the Dollsyhouse and is greeted by Zetsu.
Warnings: Zetsu's a grumpy person.

( The truth is I'm not so good at showing how I feel or keeping my mouth shut. )

makoto itou (school days), !day 005, !complete, zetsu (naruto)

Comments 13

weeatbodies December 22 2008, 22:50:53 UTC

Today had not been the best of days for Zetsu; he was understandably a little stressed. So perhaps his reaction upon seeing Makoto was to be forgiven, too. He didn't recognize the cellphone at all, but the headphones reminded him of a portable communication headset, the sort of communication device that very wealthy villages like Konohagakure could afford. Did that.... did that mean he was communicating with the outside world? Was he hostile? Was this another newcomer, or did his communication capabilities suggest he was actually involved with this house?

Tense and a little suspicious, Zetsu approached Makoto, keeping a wary eye on him. Who knew who he might be talking with, or what that thing in his hands did?

ttlypimpin December 22 2008, 23:11:59 UTC

Makoto let out a sigh as he flipped the phone shut, mumbling something to himself about something being strange. The cell phone was kept out, but he pulled off the remaining headphone before dropping his backpack on the ground and fishing out the CD player before quickly hitting the stop button. There was no way to call someone using the phone (messaging would come in a moment) and there definitely wasn't any communication to be found using the CD player...but he didn't care to waste the batteries.

He raised his head as he realized there was someone approaching him, expression faltering. What the...were those...he blinked. The guy looked like something straight out of an anime convention. "Cosplayer...?" He asked himself idly. "Er..."

weeatbodies December 22 2008, 23:44:02 UTC

Something strange? Was his.... device not working? What was it supposed to do? He paused for a moment, watching the boy dig through his pack and press a button on.... something that connected to his headset. Ending a conversation, maybe, since he had taken them off? That seemed most likely. What had he told them, or they told him? He resumed walking.

.....Cosplayer? What was that? Cause-player. Cause, to be the reason something happened. Player, someone who played, or someone who was involved in something.... It sounded like he was asking if he was the one who had created this whole mess? He frowned at the thought, shaking his head and looking at the boy. "What's your name?"

ttlypimpin December 23 2008, 00:21:19 UTC

Makoto was suddenly alert to the fact that the strange man was moving towards him and that the more he looked at those leaves, the more real they looked...so it was only natural that he would grab his backpack by the handle and tug it back with him, trying and failing to make up for the gap that the older man was quickly closing. He tried to keep his eyes on the man now, but found himself looking back to his phone every few seconds.

"Err..." Was his only response to the question as he tried to take in the situation. So here he was in a strange, foreign house and some strange man that, regardless of his general appearance, definitely seemed as though he could have been potentially hostile was approaching him and...shit. The question had caught him off guard. "M-Makoto Itou..." He offered nervously. It was probably in his best interest to comply for the moment.

weeatbodies December 23 2008, 09:59:11 UTC

Ordinary fear, or being suspicious? It was hard to judge, and Zetsu didn't doubt his frustration was interfering with things. Somehow though, he couldn't bring himself to care. He was tired, stressed, worried, frustrated, and pissed off--not to mention damned near freezing, and his leaves were hurting worse than ever; the blackening had by now spread to the point where most of the fronds edging the main body of the leaves were consumed by it. And why the hell did he keep looking at that contraption, was it a weapon? Did he intend to use it on him? He really wasn't liking this ( ... )