White Noise (Open)

Batty

Batty

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

The plastic prongs of the spork stabbed the gelatinous form of tofu, placed precisely on a slice of white bread. An open-face sandwich, as he called it. But he didn’t wash his hands and didn’t have hand sanitizer on him. And he didn’t want to name all of the pathogens and microscopic creatures crawling on his skin. It was a habit of his. It passed the time and gave him something to focus on.

But for now he wanted to play it safe and not measure the odds of getting a cold over some measly little meal. So he stuck with a safe little spork in its safe plastic wrapping… Well, not completely. But it was cleaner. His teeth met his lip as he bit it in contemplation. He looked intently at it. As if it had the answers of life itself in its slightly stale crust.

It wasn’t the sandwich he was thinking about however. It was the people sitting at the table next to him. And each individual member. And their weekend plans. And their darkest secrets and their lies and their respiratory rate and their…

He physically shook his head. Dropping is spork on the plastic wrap as he looked nearly visibly upset. ”Mpfh.” He grunted in a displeased tone, before running his hand on his hair. ”Oh... Oh my...” This was what he got. This was what he deserved for giving them a sideways glance, for letting them crowd his already bloated mind. He hated this feeling, living with this constant headache and having to deal with the stress of others. But he couldn’t help it. The very thing that gave him the knowledge of the universe was the very thing that caused this white noise to buzz between his ears at every waking moment. He needed another distraction. Another thing to focus his attention on. Um… Um… The pathogens! No… Same old same old there. He picked up his spork once more. Just ignore it Pluto. He told himself. He tried to remove the voices and place them in the more murky part of his mind. Just another piece to the static, the voices and information that jibbered all at once and kept him up at night. But hey, that was just life. And he was sort of numb to it all. He just honestly didn't want to hear their drama and the fact that he knew more about those lifelong friends than they did. He blinked. None of his business, anyway. With that he got back to stabbing his sandwich. Maybe one of these days he'd eat it.
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Innocence came in many varying forms; most typically believed to be associated with children. Inexperience caused innocence by its very definition.

There can more to having a mind uncorrupted by the world than just inexperience, though. Compared to some, Chitose's steadfast and stubborn nature has made her very resistant to succumbing to the trials and tribulations of day-to-day life. From the right perspective, you could say she was relatively innocent, particularly due to some experience she has gotten.

Chitose wasn't really thinking about her innocence today, but she was thinking about the past as she idly walked through the cafeteria during her break. Even though there were people seven times her size walking about, she nimbly evaded each one without even thinking about dodging as they walked near her. In order to get to her classes on time the young figurine had to adapt very quickly to this new tiny lifestyle, and since it had been a few weeks she had gotten quite good at not being stepped on.

Chitose was usually pretty sociable, but not really during Lunch - at least not after her transformation. It didn't feel right to sit at a table with other people eating their lunch to try and talk when you have nothing to actually eat in the first place. Especially not when you were a college freshman and 'lunch' was more of a time that people set themselves rather than like in high school and the like. Chitose really missed eating, and she could actually still taste food if she put it up to her mouth. Problem was, she didn't have a throat to swallow down with and her mouth was also always dry, so... well, she rarely ever went to taste anything unless she really missed eating.

Today wasn't such a day, but Chitose didn't have much to do today between classes other than wait. She didn't even feel like drawing due to being a bit melancholy, but she didn't want to be all alone either. The cafeteria was always full at around this time, so the young girl would at least be able to hear the chatter of everyone around her.

Finding a table that didn't have many people on it, Chitose decided to climb onto one of the chairs to rest there and think about the things that were on her mind. The table that the figurine sat at was Pluto's. Chitose had no searing enigmas to hide, nor was she filled with jealousy towards those who were undoubtedly her betters. She was so sociable with others that she typically did not like belittling the worth of others as well, but there was a time when she bullied others.

Through experience, though, Chitose learned how wrong it was of her to bully people who were in a less fortunate position than her. That's because one notable target of her bullying was the singular girl who she had bullied the most out of feelings of jealousy and worry of being replaced was the one single person who saved Chitose. That is, when she was turned into an anime figure, the man responsible set up a carefully thought out facade designed to play on the newly changed girl's confusion. It was a brainwash attempt, and it was working incredibly fast, too, as the name 'Chitose' had completely replaced her old name in her mind by the time she was saved.

Since then, Chitose has strove to be a better person regardless of how angry, threatened or insignificant she ends up feeling. The young girl was feeling particularly melancholic right now because of her lack of friends, though; it was hard to be a better person to others when there weren't many people to be with yet.

((hopefully this post is good to spark up roleplay U_U i'm hoping Chitose would serve as a good distraction for Pluto))
 
Batty

Batty

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”A-afternoon, Kai- I mean, Chitose.”

A shiver went down his spine as he could once more practically feel the mental fingers of another’s attention prying into his mind. Rubbing each part of the brain with its overbearing nature, all because of one individual he didn’t wish to come in contact with. Just why did this person have to approach him. Oh, pardon- doll. Trapped as a person. Slowly succumbing to the curse and yadda yadda yadda…. God, her whole history hit him like a brick chained to a baseball bat. She didn’t even seem to know some of it at this point. All the perks of being Pluto, naturally.

”Here. Take a seat. I don’t have intentions to bite. Plastic isn’t good for my teeth enamel, after all.” A stifled and stiff choke of a chuckle released itself from him following his poorly executed joke. It was a habit of his though to make light of the most uncomfortable of things. Those usually being around himself. He didn’t look down at the model for once. Instead, his eyes focused on the space around him and away from the truth in front of him. It was easier that way, honestly. The fork continued its jutting motion. ”I see you’re striving for a path of self improvement. Sadly, that usually doesn’t work out. After All, there’s always the inevitable...”

((Tell me if you don't want Pluto to be all mind read-y, he just blurts that sorta stuff out))
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Enzo stumbled through the cafeteria doors, somehow still awash with the same nervousness that he'd felt at the beginning of the day. Although generally a laid back person, the feeling gnawed at the edges of his mind, and he was acutely aware of the attention of seemingly everyone in the room, fixated upon him and his awkward entrance.

"Che cazzo stai pensando?" he muttered to himself under his breath. In all likelihood not a single person had noticed him walk in. This was a cafeteria; people came here to eat and talk, not to idly stare at the door and wait for others to arrive. Scanning the room for a relatively empty table, he quickly spotted one near the edge of the room, its eight seats occupied only by a lone individual who seemed to be more interested in dissecting his sandwich than eating it, and... was that a doll? No matter, it was clearly the safest place to sit and observe those around him. Despite being quite sociable, Enzo was still unsure as to how exactly to interact with others of his kind without seeming like an idiot. He'd thought it would have been easier to connect without the burden of lying hanging over him, and yet...

Shaking his head as if to rid him of any further distracting or self deprecating thoughts, he made his way over to the serving area, skipping past some rather pathetic looking salad to select himself some of what looked to be lasagne. Of course, there was no way it would at all compare to the real thing, but hopefully it would be edible at the very least.

Maneuvering through the throng to get over to the mostly unoccupied table, he sat himself down as the boy, and yes, the doll, began to initiate conversation. He flashed a cursory smile at them, before turning down to his food, cutting off a corner with the edge of his fork and lifting it to his mouth as he settled into his seat.

"Pezzo di merda!" he muttered. The damned thing was cold! Ordinarily, the Italian boy would have watched his mouth in a school, but it was unlikely that anyone here would understand him. Indeed, it was one of the many perks of coming to this place that his native tongue was relatively obscure.

Fishing his "pen" out of a pant pocket, he removed the bottom cap, revealing a short, narrow blade of only a centimeter or so in length. He stabbed it into the lasagne, carving a crude circle followed by a series of abstract patterns in the center. He wasn't certain exactly how the series of strokes came to him; it just seemed... natural.

As he finished his inscription, he could feel the pasta dish began to heat itself, and he gave a self-congratulatory grin. It was nice to be able to use his abilities freely! Or, at least, that was what he was thinking to himself up until the moment at which the lasagne exploded, spraying chunks of pasta, cheese and tomato across the table. Enzo's own shirt and face were practically covered in the stuff, and as he looked up he could see that the rest of the inhabitants of the table hadn't fared much better.

'Oddio' he thought to himself, frantically floundering to find the right words,

"Er... sorry?"​
 
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Chitose felt pretty hidden on the seat below - she wasn't necessarily trying to hide, but for once the attention lover wasn't actively seeking to socialize with others. It was for this reason that Chitose was notably surprised when she heard someone call her by name that she had yet to meet.

Most people might find this creepy. Loving attention so long as it wasn't negative, though, Chitose was intrigued! She jumped up from her chair onto the ledge of the table and hanged there, finding that her tiny arms were more than strong enough to hold up her lightweight resin body on the ledge of the table. The girl looked at Pluto from the edge of the table for a moment, only her eyes and the top of her head visible from Pluto's perspective... at least, from his normal body's perspective. In reality, the guy she was looking at had a perspective way larger than she would ever understand.

Once he joked about how eating plastic would not be good for him, Chitose let out a light laugh and threw the rest of her body over the table, walking a bit towards Pluto. While surprised that he wasn't looking directly at her, she just assumed it had something to do with supernatural powers. After all, she was a living figurine that could draw things into reality; her frame of mind was way more accepting of the strange than in the past.

Once he started talking about her self-improvement, the young girl started to understand why he may be acting 'different'. The easiest explanation was telepathy - yet even so, Chitose waved at Pluto with a friendly smile. She honestly did not mind people peering into her mind as much as most people would, but it was definitively embarrassing. She didn't show it visually or audibly, but it made her feel a little helpless, "Thanks for welcoming me up! I hope you didn't think I was being a downer and all," She began, assuming that he knew a lot about her already, "I don't try to think of the inevitable, anyway. I never have... I guess that's part of the reason why I'm a model figurine now! Whoops... but worrying about the future all the time can't be healthy. I'm still alive at least... oh, and I am made of resin, not plastic. Being plastic makes me sound like some kind of cheap knockoff." She 'corrected' with a joking tone... not even realizing that there was actually no difference between the two. She was well spoken and artistic, but her intelligence in other studies tended to falter a bit.

Then, a young Italian fellow took the seat where Chitose once sat at before she got onto the table. Turning to look towards him, she waved with a smile - though did not want to bother him too much while he seemed so focused on his food. However, when he spoke a foreign language, Chitose couldn't help but get a wide smile on her face. Italian! The little teenager loved hearing other languages and wanted to learn a lot of them herself one day, so she approached the high schooler with the intent to try whipping up some conversation.

That was when the lasagne exploded. Chitose was literally knocked onto her back by the force of a piece of pasta hitting her face, dazing her enough that her immediate response to getting covered by food was delayed. Chitose was a bit of a germaphobe, so getting covered in other people's food was... well, terrifying.

"Ohhhh... uhhhh..." was all she said in response to the kid's apology, for now. However, when the little figurine did wake up - she looked particularly embarassed when seeing the mess all over her body. Rather than stick around in such a mess, she got up and ran off in quite a hurry! [exit thread]
 
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