( the video starts off with a pair of cut up injured feet. then it zooms up to pale, long, silky, legs that are covered in stitches. the feed then statics for a moment before opening up to a dark room. it then quickly shows a long stomach full of cuts and bruises and burns. finally it shows shiro's or rather a calmer version of wretched egg's face. )

I rather dislike the clothing here. Shiro seems to have a liking to plain suits, I certainly believe my body deserves better.

( she smiles slightly, yet it drips with acid. )

It seems I need points, how about it, a small fight? Or would you rather I mess with your mind?

(ooc: if you don't want mindfuckery avoid this post!)

Looks like the houses cost 1500 and has about 8 bedrooms. They're pretty big and seems to have a lot.

Anyone up for it? Getting 1 for each person would put the cost under 200 points for everyone.



[There's obviously no way this could go wrong, right? Of course not.]

[ all things considered, it's a pretty pitiful sight. a figure in a dark black riding suit complemented by a bright yellow helmet slowly wheels its ride down some path or other. the motorcycle creaks, groans, barely plods along... on obvious last legs, a walking, decrepit piece of junk if there ever was one in Joywick.

so why is this person pushing it around at all, two hands gripped firmly over the handlebars? maybe even they forget the reason at this point, stopping to lean the giant beat up frame against a park bench. the rider stares down at the sad sight for a moment, drops their shoulders, and -- eventually -- shakes their head, hands gripping into fists before they cross over their chest. it appears the poor object won't be put out of its misery just yet.

how long would it take before the lone figure realized they were being tailed? though the bike had always been silent but for the roll of wheels on asphalt, as the rider's follower remembers, where it's lacking now indicates it will soon be silent for good. equally silent, this other person's attire of all black is brightened by the fur lining his coat. he breaks it with a sudden pang, kicking up a rock with the toe of his shoe and sending it careening into the worn motorcycle. ]

An urban legend reduced to such a sad state. What's the black rider without her black bike?

[ now that he's gotten the rider's attention, the young man speaks with familiarity. ]

Say, Courier. Don't tell me you've thrown everything away for one sorry dream. How do you know if what you're looking for is even here?

[ "her" back having shot up into an utterly scandalized pose almost instantly, said "urban legend" turns to face her unknown assailant, and... well, there's not really too much this "black rider" can do once she sees who it is, is there? looks like the poor object's owner won't be put out of its misery anytime soon either. ]

[ She had gone home, briefly. Just to check, she had told herself. To see with her own eyes that the world – because Ikebukuro was basically a world in itself, spinning ever faster and maybe thrown a little off balance – was the way she remembered it.

She sits in her new room, at the edge of her bed – after having cleared the sharp objects out of it – holding the joyphone in loose hands. Maybe she’s working up the nerve, or trying to put words to feelings when she’s never been good at either of them. Eventually: ]

Kida-kun?

[ Way to go, Anri. You sent that to everyone.

Looking appropriately panicked, her fingers work quickly and clumsily to rectify her mistake. ]

I’m sorry wrong person just ignore that please I’m sorry

[ Again, she sends it to everyone. Phones are very confusing, okay. ]