Post by Dazai Osamu on Jun 11, 2017 8:01:04 GMT
人間失格。
「 human failure. 」
{ tag: Beatrice }
tw: suicide mentions / suicide idealizations.
"Ahh... so quaint. Way different from my suite back at Port Mafia HQ!" The mafioso's apartment is quite high up, overlooking a bit of water. There's a balcony that overlooks it, with a railing to keep someone from falling (to their possible imminent doom). That is, if one isn't Dazai Osamu. He hops over the railing and takes a seat on the outer edge of it, swinging his legs and humming a tune to himself. Occasionally, he sings a word or two — something about 'double suicides' and 'the ideal death'. He gazes down at the hard ground below him, legs swinging in and out of his view. A peculiar look would be in his eye, for anyone who happened to be around to see it.
The question on his mind is a simple, yet gruesome one — what would be the perfect opportunity to jump? He tilts his head from side to side, nudging himself closer to falling each and every time he switches sides. This does not frighten the prodigy, though; rather, it excites him. "I wonder... if I jump from here, will I die? Maybe I'll just break my arm like the last time I tried to jump off a building. I'll only know if I try, I suppose."
He looks left — and then right — and then left again. He doesn't spot anyone, which is good for him. The creed of Dazai's quest for the ideal and perfect, beautiful suicide states that he shall not disturb or inconvenience those around him. Should someone witness his death, it would be most unfortunate. Since there is no one around, he figures there's no harm. So he slides himself off of the railing.
And he starts to fall.
. . . It's then that he realizes he has miscalculated the way down. He falls onto an awning a ways underneath him and starts to roll off, then onto the hard ground underneath it. He is not unscathed — the bandaged teen imagines he'll have a few extra scars and bruises underneath said bandages when he looks next, and he can feel the throbbing pain prodding at him from under his skin. Though his life is intact, which is a source of great misfortune for him. "Haa... failures are so horrible. I wonder if I can... catch anyone to help me..."
He raises his eyes above him, only to catch the sight of the feet of someone in front of him. He blinks and raises his eyes.
「 human failure. 」
{ tag: Beatrice }
tw: suicide mentions / suicide idealizations.
"Ahh... so quaint. Way different from my suite back at Port Mafia HQ!" The mafioso's apartment is quite high up, overlooking a bit of water. There's a balcony that overlooks it, with a railing to keep someone from falling (to their possible imminent doom). That is, if one isn't Dazai Osamu. He hops over the railing and takes a seat on the outer edge of it, swinging his legs and humming a tune to himself. Occasionally, he sings a word or two — something about 'double suicides' and 'the ideal death'. He gazes down at the hard ground below him, legs swinging in and out of his view. A peculiar look would be in his eye, for anyone who happened to be around to see it.
The question on his mind is a simple, yet gruesome one — what would be the perfect opportunity to jump? He tilts his head from side to side, nudging himself closer to falling each and every time he switches sides. This does not frighten the prodigy, though; rather, it excites him. "I wonder... if I jump from here, will I die? Maybe I'll just break my arm like the last time I tried to jump off a building. I'll only know if I try, I suppose."
He looks left — and then right — and then left again. He doesn't spot anyone, which is good for him. The creed of Dazai's quest for the ideal and perfect, beautiful suicide states that he shall not disturb or inconvenience those around him. Should someone witness his death, it would be most unfortunate. Since there is no one around, he figures there's no harm. So he slides himself off of the railing.
And he starts to fall.
. . . It's then that he realizes he has miscalculated the way down. He falls onto an awning a ways underneath him and starts to roll off, then onto the hard ground underneath it. He is not unscathed — the bandaged teen imagines he'll have a few extra scars and bruises underneath said bandages when he looks next, and he can feel the throbbing pain prodding at him from under his skin. Though his life is intact, which is a source of great misfortune for him. "Haa... failures are so horrible. I wonder if I can... catch anyone to help me..."
He raises his eyes above him, only to catch the sight of the feet of someone in front of him. He blinks and raises his eyes.
{ notes: whether beatrice actually witnessed him jump or not is up to u }