Minamitsu Murasa (村紗水蜜) (
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carracosta2015-03-10 05:40 pm
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my eyebrows are not expendable
[Murasa's not a troublemaker, per se, she just... tends to make trouble. sometimes. sort of. look, being an honor student is for chumps, alright? and Murasa's not about to waste her teenage years being a NERD.
she'd been booted from the water polo club weeks ago for her shitty academics. that's where the bulk of her schoolwide reputation comes from, sadly enough, so now most students know her as that former captain who needs after school tutoring. it's only funny because Murasa doesn't seem to care much, as long as she skates by on the minimum and eventually graduates.
life is an anime... or something!! something about hedonism, maybe? point being, Murasa gets her kicks out of being a shit when teachers look the other way.
for example, today she somehow managed to sneak a goat into the school and lead it into the student council room. it's eating all the paperwork jfc why is this happening—]
she'd been booted from the water polo club weeks ago for her shitty academics. that's where the bulk of her schoolwide reputation comes from, sadly enough, so now most students know her as that former captain who needs after school tutoring. it's only funny because Murasa doesn't seem to care much, as long as she skates by on the minimum and eventually graduates.
life is an anime... or something!! something about hedonism, maybe? point being, Murasa gets her kicks out of being a shit when teachers look the other way.
for example, today she somehow managed to sneak a goat into the school and lead it into the student council room. it's eating all the paperwork jfc why is this happening—]
they are tho
her face lights with delight (or something else, potentially sinister), hands clapping together, and she's quick to encroach. ]
Aaah, Mu-chan...!♪
[ there's no way she couldn't know the name of... people who "tend to make trouble", all right. beyond higher-ups, it might just be the only names she bothers to learn (and still butcher into a nickname). ]
I see you've brought us a gift...!
excuse U
[that? that was the sound not of someone horrified they'd been caught, but of someone who just saw something unpleasant. like a large bug. or the student council president.
Murasa grabs the goat and shakes it a little; the goat placidly chews on crumpled papers, looking completely unconcerned.]
Sic 'er! Eat her face off!
[... nothing, of course. at least she tried!!]
truth
[ LAUGHS ]
[ likewise completely unconcerned, she reaches past the goat and murasa, quick to nab that deck. no need to have a goat chew it, as this mess suggests... and ah, these skirts don't have pockets. the unmistakable reaction might also suggest, hey, she's a touch unwanted here. ]
Not a gift?... Mm, but you're kinda lucky it was me who got here first, and not one of my [ cohorts ] councilwomen...
[ yo, she ain't cleaning this shit up this time ]
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she smugly pats the goat and lean against the wall. totes playing it cool.]
Heh, so what're you gonna do about this? I'm not taking responsibility.
[neener neener]
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[ just paying tribute to yes, she thinks it's probably a lie. she better surveys the damage, replacing that hand to her hip. ]
Oooh, what a threat...! The President's word against... [ gives her a thorough, up-down glance. ] Well...
[ finish the sentence any which way you would like. ]
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There aren't any witnesses. Besides this guy, but he's not gonna say anything.
[the goat bleats again. thank u goat friend.]
And you totally insulted me just now! Didn't you!
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but likewise, she's bluffing. not in regards to the legitimacy of her words, per se, but the president really has zero interest in reporting murasa to anyone.
she waves her hand, as if to clear the air. ]
No, no! You imagined that! [ as would someone with some sort of inferiority-complex, she would like to add, but resists in lieu of her previous lie. ] Just pointing out the obvious hierarchy, that's all!
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[shut up that sounded wittier in her head.
but not really. she takes hold of the goat by the dog collar on his neck and begins to slowly move towards the exit. totally subtle. shush.]
Yeah! Asshole.
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[ inquired with genuine curiosity! even if that may not have been quite what murasa meant?! and she doesn't pay it much mind. the president mayhaps isn't as stupid as she insists on looking (and acting); she makes sure to plant himself firmly between the door and the girl and her goat.
"firmly" is, perhaps, relative, considering each other's respective physical prowess. but for all intents and purposes, she means it. ]
Uwaahh, you don't think you're leaving, do you?
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[oh, shit. roadblock. she glances between the president and the goat, a moment stretching for what seems like more than a few seconds and
Murasa shoves the goat at the president and makes a break for the window.
they're not on the first floor though, are they.]
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just kidding it's probably like. the fourth floor. anyway, the goat serves as a momentary successful distraction. but only momentary; its disturbing cuteness only gets it so far!! ]
H-Hey—
[ SHOVES THE GOAT THE FUCK ASIDE, LUNGING FOR HER LEGS ]
What the hell are you doing?!
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someone passing by down below looks up, realizes it's Murasa, and continues walking.]
I'm making my grand escape, obviously! Let go!
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in response to her words, the president naturally tightens her grip. and digs her heels into the floor, attempting to pull back. she's also markedly more distressed than this icon lets on. ]
No freakin' way...! Do you have a death wish!
[ think of the goat children you'll leave behind!! ]
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[??????? well ok then.
success on the president's part— Murasa's grip on the windowsill slips and she falls back inside. well, that sure lasted long.
behind them, the goat bleats impassively.]
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[ the president falls back and lands on her ass, respectively. she still insists on clinging to murasa's leg, should there be any... reattempts. ]
[ wipes her brow of nonexistent sweat ]
Ah, you mean die a coward in the face of justice...
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Alright, what if I give you some cash and you keep quiet about this whole thing?
[is she trying to bribe the president
too bad Murass apparently isn't as honorable as her murderous ghost counterpart!!]
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Twenty bucks, and you clean up this mess you made!
[ distress has since been replaced with the typical smirk. ]
And you'll walk outta here, scot-free.
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Aw— fuck, I change my mind! No deal!
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Oh? [ meaningful glance to shit and back to her. well, isn't this just extra incentive to sweeten the deal! ] What do you think you're gonna do otherwise, huh?
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[she's kidding...]
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That was never one of your options!
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[the goat walks out... goodbye.]
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[ what's that got to do with dealing with poop... she ignores murasa's request.
also, the goat.. fanatastic. one less trouble thing to deal with here. ]
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[lol no she won't. can't. basically.]
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[ she's putting the well-being of the room ahead of murasa's... it's a necessary sacrifice! ]
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WOW
smh!!!
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