Morimori Mingle!

[not_that_sasuke]

Who: Everyone with an itch to explore.
What: DID SOMEBODY SAY EXPLORATION? Feel free to create your own starters as well!
Where: Morimori Academy, Heart ver.
Warnings: None; will edit as needed.

[The location is only too obvious when he awakens. How recently had he seen that bunk above him? And how often? Six months wasn't a long stretch of time comparatively, but when you've spent a good two years in complete darkness, waking up to such a sight definitely stands out. And even beyond that, there's something about the coloration here...

It doesn't take him long to notice a few key things. 1: that his body lacks any coloration, and 2: that the face peering out from inside the mirror - in full color no less - isn't his.

...So. It's his turn now. A sense of fear begins to constrict his heart, but he pushes aside the feeling as best as he can and makes for the door. The sooner it's over, the better...]

[A - the dormitory hallways]

[When he steps into the boy's dormitory hall to begin investigating, he freezes at the sight of the mirror down the hallway. Even though it's quite some distance away, he can see flesh tones in there, and somebody waving cheekily at the viewer.

His first instinct is to back into his room and try to see if he can't get past the mirror and out the window, but if someone spots him quickly enough, they may just be able to catch him instead.]

[B - the forest]

[Either way, he can later be found walking into the dense forests around the school, all the way to the barrier surrounding it. While he seems initially surprised upon hitting the barrier to the west of the classrooms, his expression quickly changes to one of contemplation. His hand curls up under his chin as he considers what all of this means.

It's definitely a smaller campus than he remembers. That, and... odd, too. Since it's his Heart, he would have thought it would be around... But if it cut off here, there's no way that could be in this World after all. How strange...]

Comments

[unhoping]

[ Hinata... while not all completely there has managed to calm down somewhat; he's tamed Kamukura Izuru to an extent. Maybe it's because when he wakes up staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, he realizes that they're no longer in his heart. Maybe he doesn't have anything to fear.

Except he would be wrong, wouldn't he? His appearance still remains the same as always, Kamukura's long hair, dark eyes. Thankfully it's harder to tell what color exactly his eyes are, considering that he's all in sepia. (Not that he's noticed that yet.)

Once he's out of the dorms, he decides to find a classroom. This is a school, isn't it? Someone has bound to find something that can solve his immediate problem. It's a bit selfish to do such a thing rather than focus on the part that involves finding the key and getting out of here, but to Hinata Hajime, it's rather vital. Although he doesn't seem to have noticed his tanuki-like features. He's been ignoring any mirrors, not bothering to even catch the slightest glimpse of himself.

He knows what he looks like. He needs no reminder. ]

[not_that_sasuke]

[It's only a matter of time before he ends up heading for the classrooms himself, although he's keeping his head down all the while. Much like Hinata, he doesn't want to see the face that appears, full of color and life unlike his own.

His main hint that someone else is around is the sound of footsteps, and that's what actually gets him to pause and look up.

Ah.]

Hi-- Kamukura.

[unhoping]

Don't call me that.

[ His voice is a little different than when he was speaking as Kamukura. Even if he may have his appearance now, they're two completely different people. ]

[not_that_sasuke]

[His eyes tighten slightly.]

Then what do you want us to call you now?

[Since it seems to change so often.]

[unhoping]

It's Hinata. Hinata Hajime. [ His voice comes off as awkard and he doesn't look at Sasuke in the eye. ]

[not_that_sasuke]

[That gives him a pause, though his expression hardly changes.]

You've decided to come back?

[...Or at least, as far as he understands it.]

[unhoping]

... Yeah. I can't just keep running away from my past. It's still partially my fault that I became -- [ A beat. He doesn't say the name. ] -- him to begin with. Besides, he probably would have been uncooperative in the next heart anyway.

[not_that_sasuke]

In this Heart, you mean.

[Wow that's an uncomfortable thought. He does not want to think about that guy wandering around his Heart - it's bad enough as is.]

What will you do now?

also pretend he has kamukura hair i just like hinata's expressions for these tags.

[hopedout]

... Is this your heart? [ He has to ask. ]

As for me, I need to get my hair cut, so I've been trying to look for some scissors.

[not_that_sasuke]

...

Yes, it is.

[He sorta stands out here, so...]

...You might be able to find scissors in one of the classrooms. First years do a lot of arts and crafts.

[Honestly, most of the classes are structured as if for elementary students, not high school.]

[hopedout]

Alright. Let's go together; it would be for the best not to split up -- if it's your heart, I don't want to accidentally run into something that you wouldn't want me to see.

[ Or maybe they'll find a puzzle on the way to get scissors. ]

[not_that_sasuke]

[There... probably isn't any way to avoid that, honestly, but he'll keep the thought to himself.]

Alright then. They should be this way.

[And he'll begin to lead the way to the White classroom. Notably, whenever they pass a mirror (which is often given the sheer number of the things,) a familiar looking boy - and in all color no less - will appear, a confident smile on his face.

How strange.]

[hopedout]

[ That... causes him to pause a little bit. He doesn't want to pry, but he feels like he has to. ]

Who's that?

[not_that_sasuke]

[Noticing Hinata's look, the reflection raises a hand in greeting. 'Sup!

Sasuke, meanwhile, just releases a soft sigh.]

My brother.

[hopedout]

[ ... oh, so he's a twin. That's good to know. ]

Why is he in there, though?

[not_that_sasuke]

Probably because we're twins, but we don't get along.

[And we all know that these places just love putting stuff like that in. His brother, however, looks hurt to hear that. C'mon bro, why so harsh?]