Arm the Homeless

[Wow hey, it's been weeks since the last update
How hilarious, r-right guys
Halcyon kept slipping my mind while I was dealing with other things, really sorry
I mean people aren't even posting smug images anymore so that's definitely not a good sign]
Tami, Hisako
"I guess it can't be helped, then."
With a resigned smile on her face, Eiko stands up from her seat and heads over to the counter, leaving the two of you alone for the moment.
Joan
Your father doesn't seem to have an answer for that response.
The two of you sit in awkward silence.
Sen
[I know you wrote that it's getting dark, but unfortunately I'm countermanding that description in the hopes of keeping a somewhat consistent timeframe with the other PCs]
It's a bit past the time when people should be getting out of school once you arrive. Try as you might, the lock makes a tangible click as you turn the key. You quietly creep into the house nonetheless.
As you stand in the doorway, you pick up noise of activity coming from.. the kitchen?
Aika
The stylist sighs.
"I suppose we'll just have to use a strong bleach," he relents, motioning you into the chair.

Yeah. I've had it.

There's no more reason for me to stay in this community.

There are the friends i've made in the this community that have me on steam so it shouldn't be that big of a deal.

I'm sure there are a few that would be glad to see me leave. There is some serious scum in this community and i've pretty much made it apparent that I would wish they were killed and buried in a shallow grave. I simply do not wish to be associated with these people in any way shape or form any longer. It literally makes me sick.

On a more positive note, there are some seriously great people in this community that inspired me to be a more generous person both online and irl. I could not thank these people enough. I really hope you know who you are. Give yourself a pat on the back pls. Kthx....

I remember back when tsc  (oh no... can't say his name on here.. boo hoo sacred ground) made a thread about me when i joined these forums. I probably have never felt so welcomed in my entire life. Truely a great moment and the beginning of the stepping stones that paved the way to meeting some great people in this fair, but heavily tainted, community.

"Thanks to some"... and "go fuck yourself with a sharp stick" to others. Seriously... kill yourself. Please. Do it for humanity. K thanks.

Bye <3

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Some repeats but it doesn't matter since I didn't feel like sifting through 'em all.
 
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pls post more

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Aika
"You're sure? It'd be pretty bad if I used a strong bleach and your ends just melted."
He laughs about it, but you get the feeling he's being serious. The stylist then gently takes a lock of your hair between his index and thumb.
"Hmm, I think it'll work out, but dark hair like yours.. it could take more than one session to really get your tips up to white. You could be left with red or orange for a while as it lightens, is that okay with you?"
Joan
With an awkward expression, your father slowly walks over and takes a seat on the couch by you.
"Well.. How are you?" he asks softly.

Aika
He shrugs.
"Well, that's just how it is. Getting your hair up to white means going through all the colors up to blonde, and then taking out the blonde until you're left with white. For light hair, it's pretty simple as long as your strands are healthy, but going from black to white is a process."

Tami, Hisako
"Well.. Princess K-chan's lunch is on me, but now that you mention it, I'd seem like a real sempai if I paid for Fujiwaka-san's too, wouldn't I?"
Eiko chuckles.
Yukari
"I mean, you know. It's just that they found a bunch of guys by the river. The news didn't really give any details, but it's probably not like there's a killer going around."
As Takeshi explains, you remember that this is the same case that the detective from earlier was asking you and Joan about. Come to think of it, he even gave you his card.
Aika
"Platinum, huh?"
The man makes a difficult expression.
"Is your hair chemically treated at all?" he quickly asks.
Joan
Just as you finish that thought, you hear the sound of the front door opening. You can clearly hear the solid sound of footsteps on the wooden flooring.
"..Ah, Joan."
Your father appears in the opening between the living room and the hallway. Just as the note your mother left this morning suggested, he isn't dressed for work, just in a simple dress shirt and trousers.

my question is unanswered and these posts haven't helped
 
cheers guys