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Jiharu Meme 11.) What's your name?
"My name is Jiharu Ikumiya; You can call me Ji if you'd like, Mr. Interviewer."
2.) Do you know why you were named that?
"Something about me falling on some tiles I think. I just remember being picked up and Takeo yelling "THIS ONE!". I was a little confused at
the time and thinking, "What do you mean 'this one'?" I thought you were naming ME!". That's what I remember anyway."
3. Are you single or taken?
"Sorry boys, I'm taken." *smiles*
4.) Have any abilities or powers?
"I don't believe I do. I wish I could fly though!"
5.) Stop being a Mary-sue.
"Mary-who?" *Jiharu pops her sword from the sheath with her thumb repeatedly.*
6.) Uh... if you were to get in a fight with a strong wrestler, do you think you'd win?
"I would. Takeo wouldn't let a man touch me, he'd be dead before the bell."
7.) Riiiight... Have any family members?
"No seriously he would, you can go ask him about it! Well, anyway, family members? Oh I have lots of 'em. Specifically lots of brothers. Hi
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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