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*Bang*
"Ouch..."
Letting out a small irritated grunt as an unknown force collided into my person.
I open my eyes while rubbing my arm that was rammed into. By then the culprit had already ran off. It seems they were in a rush, and for some reason they were holding a large plush animal with them. It piqued my interest, however I couldn't quite tell what type of animal it was suppose to be as it was carried off.
Judging from their appearance and age, I would assume we were about the same age. And from the direction they where heading, we're most likely schoolmates as well. But why did they run with a limp as if they were severely hurt? Surely we didn't bump into each other that hard.
The least they could do was apologize before scurrying off.
But to be fair, admittedly part of the blame was mine for strolling with my eyes closed and having a pair of earphones snugged tightly in my ears. So all things considered, the blame should be split ninety-nine percent, if not a few decimals more, and myself about one percent.
Letting go of my shoulder after rubbing it a bit, I make my way onto the platform of the train stop which the other teen had came from. As I wait for my ride, I take a second to look around. A massive building stood a few blocks over. While not the largest building in the city, back in its heyday it towered over all the others and served as a beacon. It underwent construction and was rebuilt to be better than ever with added floors, but overtime other buildings would still surpass it.
Hope's Peak Academy.
A prestigious school clouded in a dark past that was once defined by it's students now survives on it's legacy alone. No more scouting for the best of the best as they opened their doors for all to be their best. Those without a notable talent didn't even have to pay a large some of cash for this either.
Thanks to the backing of the Future Foundation, an organization which has kept the world from falling into despair, Hope's Peak maintained a top of the line staff and curriculum. However, in comparison the students are utterly boring and plain. Enrollment no longer came with the public recognition or adoration it once did as former titles of the past faded altogether.
Not to say that it doesn't attract it's fair share of eccentrics as it once did. Among fellow peers and different cliques, certain particular individuals stand out more than others; reasons ranging from their outstanding qualities/ambition for some and infamy/pessimism for others. With nothing to say that they are the best at what they do, they just continue to do whatever it is they do regardless. These students would be labeled as the Un-Ultimates of the academy.
For myself, the later is the case with my ill repute.
Interrupting my thoughts, the train shortly arrived at it's stop. I board, getting situated in an empty seat before closing my eyes to relax and returning to my thoughts.
Where was I? Right, Un-Ultimates.
Not to sound full of myself, as my actions and aspirations aren't so meaningful in the bigger picture. But with how I go about things, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that I happen to be one.
Wether the label should be taken in stride or as an insult is up to discretion.
I for one choose the former.
Arrogant and stubborn, words most would describe me as after the first meeting. A smile appears on my face at the thought of those compliments.
For starters, announcing the formation of a cult as you slam open the doors to the school for the first time is certainly a way to make a first introduction. Admittedly, I was only seeking attention then, the last thing I wanted was detention.
But it did lead to an opportunity, an attempted indoctrination of the teacher in charge of holding me after school. It should have been easy pickings. Unfortunately, they were more strong willed than anticipated and unwilling to budge. It would take considerable time to fully convert them.
Over the course of my first year, one of my hobbies was to drag others into my schemes as it was the only way for me to spread a certain message; those who can't be pressured just need a bigger push wether it be metaphorically or physically.
Unattractive and unappealing, words I personally use to describe my physical appearance.
Too tall for my liking, too much flab in places I'd rather not have, a diseased skin and scalp with too many blotches in it's complexion. Oddly enough, the melanin must have gone into my coal black eyes.
My hair which has gone gray is messily placed in a bun that busts out of the back of an iron ring cap. My arched bangs skim my eyebrows as two long, thin layers curve around my face traveling down along the rest of my frame to waist-length.
Of course, I've met people whom still compliment me, but the opinion of those with bad taste don't concern me.
The only aspects of my looks I have anything positive to say about is what I was born without; brands, merch, officially licensed products, and a singular tattoo on the back of my neck all dedicated to my passion. My current attire took quite a while to earn the cash to afford, requiring several odd-jobs from shady users on online sites to raise enough hard earned funds.
The outfit consists of a white T'shirt with the text 'I *heart* 1LZ3' under a light pink, washed denim jacket with no sleeves and several metal pins decorating the front and back. Each pin either has a logo or someone's face on it. For lower body, denim high wasted shorts that have white bands with black stripes and a printed logo 'XnY' on the sides. On my feet, a pair of high heel canvas sneakers which sadly add even more to my height, but they were too good to pass up. The logo 'InSoul' is printed on the outsoles of the shoes.
For accessories a light blue ribbon decorates my hair bun with the two end stands being long enough to flow down my back. A thick neck adorned with a colorful lanyard and several different bands around my left arm from wrist to elbow each with text marked out with a red 'X'. More often than not, earphone wires hang down my torso to a cellphone holster strapped around my right thigh. This is also where I keep an assigned Electro-ID for school.
And lastly, the aforementioned tattoo. A simple illustration of a kitty poking it's head out of a zero in the number ten... A momento for my deceased mother.
From that, enough should be gathered to guess my so called wannabe talent. At least, that's true when I'm in my street clothes like today and not wearing a school uniform. Otherwise I might be mistaken as for a villainess.
Areum Hyun
Un-Ultimate Fangirl
Well, to be more specific, I'm the Un-Ultimate K-pop Fangirl. Though some will specify me as the Un-Ultimate Psychotic Fangirl. A second year at Hope's Peak. Half Korean and Japanese, my dad and I moved from South Korea to Japan after my mom passed away. We lived in an apartment together just the two of us before I entered high school and moved into the dorms. If I had to name one random like of mine apart from the obvious, it would be my fondness for beatles. As a kid I was teased for playing with roaches, so I let my collection of beetles free the same day. But I still can't help to feel a kinship with the little guys and am often in awe whenever in the presence of rare breeds.
As for a single dislike, there's a lot to choose from. If I avoid from choosing specific names of people it should narrow down the list. Let's see, how about my intolerance for seafood. It's absolutely delicious and would consist of all my favourite foods, if only the moment of bliss wasn't followed by barfing into a plastic bag or the toilet half an hour later when my stomach refuses to digest it... Damn it, thinking of it has given me a craving for sushi.
If there's enough money after shopping I may stop for a bite.
My current destination is my safe haven of sorts. A specialized store that sells various K-pop paraphernalia including a newly released album by one of my favourite groups.
Of course, I had already bought it online and it's been playing on my earphones this whole time, but getting my hands on a physical copy was a must.
Maybe I'll play it out loud in detention, otherwise now known as the base for my cult. Well, it's probably better to think of it as a school club instead, just without the school's permission and acceptance. Hmm, maybe renaming it to the Fan Cult Club and submitting an actual request would be a good idea.
However, they may disapprove of the whole 'cult' aspect. While some prefer to call their cults 'fan clubs', I prefer to be more accurate with my nouns.
Speaking of fanclubs, before moving to Japan I had several experiences with them. Being kicked out and banned from my share of meetups. However I forced... uhm, albeit while crying on my knees but that was all acting... I forced several clubs to accept my admission at triple the fee for access to their fancafes despite not being allowed membership.
A smirk appears on my face from the reminiscing.
While they weren't for me, the shared interest in our passions was enough for me to give them my respect.
Slowly opening my eyes, I hold out my left arm to view my collection of wristbands, each with the name of a different fandom on them. Of course they were hard to make out as I personally crossed each one with a thick 'X' using a red pen. These were my trophies for each fanclub I managed to beat during trivia. They would charge me extra after figuring out what I was doing with their merch, but it was worth every penny.
An expensive hobby indeed, but it's nothing working twenty four seven can't pay off. In fact, right now was the perfect opportunity to beg the other passengers on the train for money.
My eyes shift away from my wristbands as I lower my arm, noticing that the train car was completely empty. Could have sworn other commuters packed the seats whenever I boarded. Did they all got off on a different stop. Or perhaps they moved to different carriage whenever they noticed my appearance... That would be a first, but it would be understandable. Glancing at my faint reflection in the train window; can't blame 'em if that's the case.
That aside... when exactly did the locomotive enter a tunnel? Pass my reflection was a pitch black void. There shouldn't have been one during my ride. Did I miss my stop again?
Suddenly, from the windows flash multicolored light coming from the darkness. Soon after, the train started to shake violently.
Flinching and stumbling out of my seat, my headphones fall out of my ears.
The train was making quite the commotion, as the machinery let out a high pitch screeching as it gained speed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your next destination is in... Your next destination is in... your next destination is in..." A generic sounding automated announcement played on loop as the lights started to flicker.
I pick myself using one of the interior stanchions to hoist myself up, then tightly hold onto it.
"Attention passengers, arriving at destination shortly. Please stand clear of the doors." A new announcement played through the speakers. "Please stand clear of the doors."
Again, "Please stand clear of the doors." And again, "Please stand clear of the doors." This went on for a short loop when simultaneously the vehicle let out a screech.
As the side of my head came into direct contact with the very pole I was holding on to dear life for, my mind suddenly went blank as the adrenaline kicked in and time seemed to slow down.
The train had come to a sudden halt.
My fingers released from their tight clasp of the stanchion, the force of the stop sent me flying to the front of the train. My body barley missed other stanchions as it flew through the air.
Before impact with the door that led to the next train car, my brain had subconsciously decided to spare me and I lost consciousness.
"Please stand clear of the doors."
*Bang*
Pain all over, bruised and beaten, I come to as blurry consciousness returns.
"Agh...fuck..." I managed to let out the profanity, as if it would help me feel better.
I couldn't bare moving, so I laid there only shifting my head to get a better look at what the hell just happened. Somehow I had busted through the door and landed in the middle of the following car.
Well, that checks out with the pain. Question was, how was I going to get out of this situation?
Maybe this was karma finally coming full circle. Someone had once told me that my actions would all come back to me one day in one way or another before I promptly made fun of their claims. Was this it?
Of course, this was it. About god damn time.
Attempting to call out for help crossed my mind. However, if this was truly an other worldly force trying to spite me as that rando from a message board said it eventually would, something like asking to be saved would be giving in.
Something I wasn't willing to do for anyone.
Clenching my hands into a pair of fists, I mustered enough strength to start moving and picking myself up. After a brief struggle, I managed to prop myself against another stanchion. "... you... you better not betray me this time..." Wasting a bit of what was left of my energy to lift my own spirits, I have heartily smile before returning back to grimacing at the pain.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Ladies and gentlemen... Ladies and gentlemen..." Great, another broken announcement. "...or should I just say lady. We have arrived at Kisiragi Station..." ...the fuck? Are you telling me those messages from before weren't automated? "Pfft, just messing with you, I wish I could've seen your face. For reals this time, we have arrived at Unnamed Station. It doesn't have a real name, but that's what I stated calling it. Take your time to collect yourself, I can wait. When you exit the train, it will depart and another will arrive in ten minutes. See you then."
With that, the voice finally shut up. Maybe things were still in slow-mo, or maybe that announcer just irritated me so much that I couldn't wait them to stop talking.
Although, I am going to take them up on their advice, resting for a bit while making sure my eyes didn't close for a spell just in case.. however, the only way for me to really collect myself was with some music. Glancing around the floor, I spot my headphones which unplugged from my phone during the whole commotion. I drag myself a few seats over to retrieve them. After plugging them in, I hit shuffle on my playlist to play a random song.
"Level Crossing" by bFriend.
A bit too fitting, the same all powerful force from before must be teasing me. But it was a good song, so I can't be mad at it.
While I have my phone out, my index finger dials 911... However it appears my phone wasn't receiving mobile service here... Where exactly is here?
With no other choice, I wait for the song to end before getting to my feet. Limping over to the nearest side door and exiting the train of death. If I could help it, there would be no reason to board it ever again. An ambulance ride to the hospital was more preferable right now.
I don't make it far before collapsing onto the quartz floor. I hear the sounds of the train departing the station.
And shortly after footsteps hastily head towards my direction. Surely, whomever stranger that stumbles upon me will call for help. That also wouldn't count as asking for it myself, karma be dammed. I was in the right to make fun of that rando after all.
Turning in the direction of the footsteps, a small oval shaped figure approaches with stick thin legs... as it got closer and more visible... Was that a... beetle?
It wasn't a real insect, given the proportions and cartoony beady eyes. It was a large plush toy, with its color palette split in half. The right side was pure white while the left side was a reddish brown.
Furthermore, that was no beetle... It was a damn cockroach!