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BLIND DATES: A TABLES

Who: We shall see.
What: BLIND DATES
Where: Restaurant off-campus.
When: 29th November, 2013.
Warnings: It is a mystery.
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[This restaurant is known for its seafood, steak, and sushi selection. The food is cooked in the open for the costumers to watch being prepared, the odd sound of fire flaring up on the grill heard as certain dishes are put together!

Despite the fancy entertainment the décor is simple and spacious, but not unsightly.There's a Japanese feel to the place, the colours of red and black dominating the furnishings. People are simply dressed, and invited diners are told to dress the same; not too formal, not too casual.

The music played matches the laid-back atmosphere, catchy but not distracting. Chatter mingles in with it, and may help to ease some dates this tonight. Or not.

The candles on the table here are-- candles? There are no candles here! But on the tables reserved for the academy, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination. Find your table!]

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Oh bro, you have no idea how hard he is fucking himself into a corner. But check this out. He's picking up a menu to obscure himself from Mawrow so only you can see his thumbs-up back. Then he pretends to read it.

Mawrow blinked a few times before having a nice hearty laugh. She couldn't believe the poor kid but honestly, it was a bit endearing in a dorky, goofy sort of way. Like that awkward kid who never won you saw in the school soaps.

Once she settled down, Mawrow wiped mirthful tears from her eyes and smiled, a few snickers here and there before she spoke.

"Wow, baby boy you sure you're up for tonight? Or are ya always this flustered mijo?" She paused for a moment, a mischievous smile crossing her lips. "Though I guess I can't be blamin' ya, they kind of get in the damn way all the time. You know how annoyin' it is tryin' ta cook in a hurry and then ya got these dang things knocking shit around?"

Hopefully a more relaxed playful banter would ease him, or maybe make him more awkward. Either or, it was a win/win for a fun dinner.

"Of course I'm up for tonight!!" he roared furiously, provoked by her teasing and taking it as a personal affront. "And quit callin' me baby!"

If he were back home and any of his bros caught wind of this, he'd be a source of comedy for weeks... maybe even months. But the whole restaurant was sort of twisting heads at this hideous display of conduct and the unwanted attention of strangers was bad enough. It's too bad he couldn't prove himself right on the flustered front- his face was stained up like a ripening tomato.

Well, at least it couldn't be said the kid didn't have passion, even if he was a bit over the top. Maybe there should be a different approach here before the kid continues to embarrass himself.

Marrow's tone turned a bit lower and warm, "Hey, hey, sorry ki-Err, dude, I didn't mean ta offend you. C'mon, settle down and let's enjoy a nice filling meal full of delicious meats and fancy coctails kay? It's a nice night, it'd be a shame t' waste it don't you think?"

"Who said I was goin' anywhere?" he retorted with the same heated snappiness, though it wasn't nearly as fierce as the last thing he spat. Ducking out of the date would just be pathetic of him, and now that it was a matter of him being able to "handle it", he really couldn't stand to. But what a pain in the ass this night was turning out to be. At this point, he'd rather be on a man date with Kiyotaka across the way over there. At least then all this pressure would evaporate and he might feel like he was having fun.

The waitress had been hesitant to approach their table when Mondo was shouting like that, so she was a bit on edge when she appeared. Not like Mondo was any different- he mumbled his order of steak, shrimp, and beer sorely as though he was trying to keep a tooth from falling out of his mouth.

Welp, this is going nowhere fast. Mawrow let out a small sigh and nodded. Not that she particularly blamed him, she had a fiery temper herself and if she was in an embarrassing mess, she'd be uppity, bitchy and real loud. But there was no point in having two loud ass people in the restaurant so she just kept her cool.

Once it was her turn to order, Mawrow ordered up skies, seas and plains dish along with wine before she thanked the waitress with an appologetic look. Once she was gone, she gave one last once over towards Mondo before simply looking away. No point in stoking the furnace she thought. She'd let it simmer down if it ever did and if not, well, at least she could try to listen in on any gossip going around the restaurant.

Mondo didn't have much to say, nor could he think of much to say. Melting into an unrecognizable puddle of shame goo sounded a lot more appealing than a conversation he was guaranteed to fuck up. He sat there in numbed silence, drumming his fingers against the surface of the table pretending to tap out a beat for a time. When he decided the lull in conversation had reached a limit of unbearableness and was lengthening into something extra awkward and stilted, he mentally clawed for something else to talk about.

Thank god he could fish something out, he thought when he started with, "Don't think I caught your name. Mine's Mondo, Mondo Oowada, by the way."

Oh, he talked. Well, Mawrow supposed that was progress? It was better than watching the poor guy embarrass himself or yell for no apparent reason other than to maybe pound his chest in a display of machismo.

She turned to face him and nodded in acknowledgement. "Mawrow," she replied. "Just Mawrow. Just arrived to the school honestly."

"Is that right? Kind of a weird school, huh?"

"No kidding." she said with a nod. "I kept hearing about it from my team, but I never though it'd be this out there. I mean, our world has it's share of odd things," Klefki, Rotom, Garbodoire among others. "But this place takes the whole cake and then some."

"The weirdest part has got to be turnin' into crap," replied Mondo. "Watch out for that shit. One day I was a bloodthirsty mole creature, another day I was a chick. I don't know which was scarier."

Mawrow blinked, moving her hand when the waitress brought over the drinks and appetizers.

"Sounds like this place likes keeping you on your toes..." And she didn't look all too pleased about that. It made her wonder what her poor dears from Red Team had been facing here.

"Do the people in charge not do anything about it?"

"No. They don't." He took an indignant sip of his drink. "Hell, the teachers are also outta whack. I've had one toss bombs in my room for no goddamn good reason. This place is messed up..."

He paused to reconsider something. "Though, I dunno if it's as messed up as the last school I went to, but it's still messed up."

"Sheesh," Mawrow shook her head and took a sip of her drink, looking over thoughtfully. "And I thought some of the ruthless and uncaring trainers I've read about in Kanto Digest were bad. The people here take the whole cake from the sounds of it." I mean, why would you let the people under your care go through this? Let alone fuel some of the fires... Bombs thrown at students?

Though, the last bit caught her attention. "Been in rough places before this place too? Must have crossed the wrong black cat." Even though her wording might have been a bit weird, there was clear concern in her voice.

"Try a bear. A black n' white bear." He wrinkled his nose and bore his teeth a bit while glaring off at something far off, so far off it wasn't even in the restaurant, but a figment flashing through his head. "It'll sound stupid when I explain it, but... he was the headmaster of that hellhole, and what 'he' did to us was unforgivable..."

"A black and white bear? Like a panda?" she asked curiously as she looked at him concerned. It seemed like this subject was pretty serious to him.

"You don't have to explain it if it makes you feel uncomfortable hon."

"Nah, the least I can do's explain a little better. Someone controlling the bear locked us up inside a school we were all gonna attend- or, had attended before but got our memories of those two years wiped so we would be complete strangers to each other. That way, we wouldn't have as much of a problem killin' someone." He returned his eyes to her, then to the table. "He set up these rules where you could only get out if you murdered someone and got away with it at the upcoming 'school trial'. So, yeah. It was fucked up."

He'd already explained it before, so this time wasn't really as bad- especially since he wasn't talking to his dead brother about it in detail.

Mawrow listened intently and the more she heard the more she felt her stomach churn. Whether it was due to being hungry, or because of the contents of the story, who knew. But if her face was any indication, it was more likely the latter.

"That's... that's horrible...How... how did you all get out??" she asked bewildered.

Mondo took a strong breath. "It's a long story. And technically, only a handful of us fifteen students made it out alive." He traced the rim of his glass idly around and around, brow furrowed in loose concentration. "Technically, I didn't."

"Maybe one day, you'd like to talk about it?" ... Wait, that was stupid... why would anyone want to talk about something so sad? Closure? Not her... she doesn't know what she'd do if she had been in that situation and she certainly wouldn't talk about it...

She felt a bit awkward for mentioning that but the latter comment did catch her attention back to him. "Technically? What, were you like in a coma? Or you got knocked out and then ressucitated? " She wasa bit confused.

He stopped his finger in its tracks and continued to stare intently at it. Telling someone his misdeeds like this, when he barely knew them, was an uncomfortable notion. But if he just kept hiding the unsatisfactory parts of him in favor of a nobility of character that didn't exist, he could never develop into the man he wanted to be. He'd already owned up to his wrongs and tried to find reparation where he felt he was beyond it, so the matter did not lie necessarily within "hiding" it since there were certainly people who knew of it, but the fact that not everyone knew of his horrible acts of betrayal and brutality... Would it be best if he admitted it to her now or later? She'd probably find out sometime regardless of the source.

It would take strength to tell the truth upfront like this, he decided. If she went ahead and told other people about him, turn him into a red flag, then that was fine. It only seemed right that he carry with him the burden of guilt and shame when it was rightly warranted.

"...I was executed," he admitted.

"Executed?" she asked a bit confused. "Wait, so you were killed..." And by what he had explained earlier... "By your friends?!" Or wait, he did say executed, didn't he say you had to murder someone to get out? But he wasn't murdered though... "Or was it by someone else?"

Sorry Mondo, she can't quite wrap her head around your school...

Not even he can fully wrap his feeble mind around that school.

"In a way, but... it could have been prevented if I'd just..." A pause fragmented his explanation. "...been able to control myself back there. I sorta lost my shit and wound up killin' someone. I don't wanna go into detail, but... I guess you could say I'm the reason I was executed. So it wasn't like I didn't deserve it." He realized the confusion that might be brought about by his status before her as living. "And don't ask me how I'm alive right now, 'cause I've got no fucking idea."

Edited 2014-01-22 21:34 (UTC)

Many times did her mouth open, half to ask about things, half to share comforting words. However, considering the situation, she figured she didn't know enough to understand it so it was probably best if she didn't assume things.

She would have moved a hand on top of his to comfort him but.... she was short. And she couldn't reach over the table to him... so instead she offered as best a comforting look as she could.

"Wow... dang mijo... I'm really sorry you had to go through that. Whether you deserved it or not, the situation seems filled with despair. Especially amongst your friends... It must have been horrible..."

As for the 'resurrection'? She wouldn't ask, though she was curious about it.

He heaved one laugh ruefully. "It was despair."

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