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“Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.” ― John F. Kennedy
A Masked Prisoner

{{Indie RP based on the Protagonist from Persona 5, Crossover and OC friendly, please read the rules before interacting..}}

goldenheroyu:


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The rude fool was on the train to take him to a place called Inaba. It’s been almost two or three years since he’s been to Inaba. He couldn’t wait to see Nanako and the rest of his friends again after all this time. He does talk to them every chance he gets by talking on the phone, letters and even by e-mail. No matter what, he stay in touch with his friends and the Dojimas. But it was going to be a while before he gets there. But then he notice something odd.  He looked over to a boy about his age maybe. He black hair and dark eyes. Yu liked his glasses. But why was he staring at him. Did he something on his face or something? It was somewhat a little weird. And to break the silence, Yu looked over at him and said.

Is something wrong?

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“Oh…um…”

The boy was quick to turn his gaze away once he noticed the other gazed at him, what is up with him? The boy is usually much more inconspicuous than that, now he was barely able to disguise his stare, why the other had such an impact on him, he didn’t knew the fool….the fool, why this word keeps ringing on his mind? And why he feels this has something to do with this situation? So many questions and no answers, he felt like an idiot wandering aimlessly. After  hearing the other’s question, he jus kept himself in silence for long seconds. Until he decided it was for the best to speak, it’s not wise to keep people suspicious, especially when he’s about to execute his biggest plan yet.

“Forgive me, I thought I knew you…”

(Source: larvatumvinctum-blog, via goldenheroyu)

goldenheroyu wants emancipation

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A strange feeling got through the boy’s body as soon as he had laid eyes upon the gray-haired fellow not far from him. It felt like…he knew that man, but that can’t be possible, the boy has a photographic memory, he remembers the faces of everyone he meets, bur for some reason, he can’t remember ever interacting with that man. So why? Why does he feel so…familiar?

In awkward silence the boy just kept staring at the other.