[Intro post! Warning: Interacting with Hibari has a high chance of you getting tonfa'd in the face.]

[hibark_hibite]

[In some slightly-off-the-beaten-path part of camp sits a young man in a folding chair. Beside him is a table containing: 1) a CD player, playing on repeat a song that goes something like The green trail ~~~~ of Namimori / It's not big or small / Nami is great! and 2) a box labeled cash donationsBehind this display are a pair of zombies with

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[tasteslikeash]

[what. . . . what.]

Hibari.

[tasteslikeash]

. . .

[debating getting his wallet vs. more beatings]

[tasteslikeash]

[grumbles and digs through his pockets]

[hibark_hibite]

[leans back in his seat]

[tasteslikeash]

[present: wallet! It is indeed empty]

[hibark_hibite]

Wow. That's disappointing.

[tasteslikeash]

I told you. [pockets it again]

[hibark_hibite]

So, shouldn't you contribute in some other way?

[tasteslikeash]

. . . What other way?

[hibark_hibite]

[hands him a stack of brochures.]

[tasteslikeash]

[. . .]

What the hell do you expect me to do with these?

[hibark_hibite]

Hand them out and get donations.

[tasteslikeash]

Do it yourself!

[hibark_hibite]

...

[tasteslikeash]

[adfdlkhdf]

[hibark_hibite]

[picks up by the back of the shirt and drags off for proper disposal in a ditch.]