Danganronpa Main RP Thread

[Kiseichu]

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Your gaze rests on the TV screen as you pass by the channels, you've been waiting for your acceptance letter to come back, you've even emailed them a few times about it, but still... No response... Suddenly, you get a strange feeling in your gut. You walk out the door of your home and walk slowly towards the mailbox... What could be in it? Instinctively, your hand reaches out to open it and inside a letter... No way... Is this... MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER! "Dear (Insert your name here) we acknowledge your talent in (Insert talent here) and wish to invite you to our academy. Included is a map to Hope's Peak should you choose to enroll."</div>


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[Entarriance]

"Chess"


SHSL Hitman


Location: Gym


With / Near: @Dreamtique @hyperfujis @Knot @Ryik

A coin met face with the cold concrete of the ground, a metallic noise ringing out for all those to hear. Chess' back was rested high above their target, the uncomfortable air of rust reaching their senses. A light fog had been spreaded over the area, and the previous light-hearted chatter was broken by the sudden noise of the coin. The chatter continued, only quieter, before the unfamiliar bodies but oh-so familiar frames of bodyguards would soon leave the superficial nonpareil, out for the air to finally reach. The impervious gaze of Chess would creep around the high wall of where they hid, the frigid, smooth surface of the gun's handle reminding them about their assignment in a dull, monotonous pattern. With the defensive barricade of the victim's wardens finally lowered, Chess raised their revolver... and...





"Guh..?!"


Waking up with a start, Chess instinctually pushed themselves away from whatever was keeping them up, which in this case, was the rubber-like flooring of the gym. Grinding their teeth together, their calm reassurance of holding a revolver had left them in the mirage of sleep, breaking the moment that they had woken up. A light click of the tongue was all that Chess could manage to muster, their throat dry, and a dull ache in their head. But it wasn't the time for that. Grasping onto their sense of composure, Chess looked around the room with an indifferent expression over their face, numerous bodies having been spread along the floor along with them. Balls were scattered among the floor as well, and a large stage presented itself with a podium. Up at the ceiling, the framework of the ceiling was hidden by a neat roof, lights hanging down to illuminate the grand room. But not only did it illuminate the walls, bleachers, and floors, but also it granted a weak shine to the lens of a security camera. Looking down, a particular emblem was stained into the wood of the gym floor, the iconic emblem of that of Hope's Peak, a prestigious school that people could have only dreamed of going to. But the emblem didn't grant Chess a sense of relief to be in an academy. It instead gave a sense of anxiety, knowing well enough that there were numerous of others placed in the same situation that they're in.


I was assigned to attend an Academy, and now I'm here. Fantastic.


Shaking their head, they took into the environment around them first. One step at a time. A tree was up behind the podium, and the Gym walls towered high above those that were here. Bleachers stacked against the other, and there appeared to be someone sleeping. His relaxed expression, attractive features and iconic hairstyle didn't need to remind Chess that this must have been the rumoured Seth Ryder. Gossip was always quick to spread down at the Syndicate about him, though to have him in the same room as them should have been a blessing. Chess enver had taken an interest in others, though to have someone with a reputation as his in the room, it definitely put Chess up in alert.


Next, there were two more a fair bit farther away, so Chess couldn't make out the faces of the others. They both appeared to be in a rather loving embrace with each other, causing Chess to raise a brow. With wariness in their step, they walked a little closer, able to make the faint layout of at least one of the faces. It appeared to be the well known Vandalist, Keeicha Sugita. While he was bound to be incarcerated numerous of times, protests served to justify and rationalize him for what he's done. Sugira's fingers were interlocked with another. Shutting their eyes, Chess exhaled a sigh of exasperation. There didn't appear to be anyone else here, but that fact alone only delivered them with more anxiety. No way was there only 5 people present.


Hostage situation, that's the only thing I can currently deduce it to. Having dormant individuals located within a gym without a sign of the perpetrator is just... apprehensive. And seriously, teenagers? How animositive must you be...


Prepared for the onslaught of anyone if any of the students were to wake up, or someone were to suddenly pop out in surprise, Chess slowly exhaled to release the tension around their shoulders. There were plenty of things Chess could do in order to defend themselves, however, there were flaws that they were well aware of. Brute strength they lacked capability in, though there was bound to be a strategy they can make up for the lack of that. If Ryder were to wake up, he's currently located on the bleachers, it would take time for him to come to and come all the way down, even if he risked the prospect of jumping all the way down. If that were to happen, than Chess could aim to the soft tissue between the middle portion of the chest and the abdominal muscle, enough to temporarly phase the massive body, allowing Chess to abscond. Or if the Vandal were to wake up, their sudden interlocking could either hint at a much more intimate relationship they'll prioritize, or in order to defend said confidentiality, Chess could be seen as a sort of threat. Not a lot was heard about Sugita himself, moreover the works of art that he has created. But he must be swift if he's able to create such beauty in such short periods of time. If that's the scenario... than Chess could try and strip them of balance by...


"What am I thinking. How pretentious."


Wtihout even questioning themselves, Chess quietly spoke outloud the statement towards themselves. They had no interest in interacting with anyone, and rather, have a grasp on what's happening first. It was either the people here that could provide Chess a lead... or...


There was a door that led out from the gym. Unknowing to wherever it may lead, Chess took a careful, walking start there, their footsteps quiet as they listened for the smallest shift in movement for those still dormant around them.

"MARK BARTON"

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Well, Mark considered getting out of the fridge.


It was cold and frigid, and the cramped space pressed his knees up to his chest as he was crammed into the small box. With a can of soda, he was luckily short enough that waking up wasn't much of a problem for him, and nor did he act very surprised by getting stuffed into a fridge. After all, what's the worst that could happen? Feeling the cold metal press up against his lips as he took another sip, Mark casually pulled his hood back up from the fridge, pushing bits of his hair forward, a single strand sticking up out of it. It was cold, that's for sure, but there was a nice bountiful of food for whatever ocassion he seemed to get himself stuck into. Whether it be intentional or unintentionally, Mark always found himself in pretty weird situations.


"Hmm..m should I wait for someone else to open, or?"


Talking outloud, it always managed to calm his nerves by talking to himself, as if someone would actually respond. Trying to reflect on the events that had happened before this, Mark felt a sharp pain in their brain, not being able to remember anything about getting to where he was now. Was he shoved in?! Perhaps there were cannibals!! Finally!! It wasn't a life long dream or anything, but it would definitely be a blessing to talk face-to-face with someone so bizarre!


"Oi! Cannibal, if you're out there, you gotta open up! I mean, I could, but you know, educational reasons."


There was little chance for anyone to answer if they could, but hey, it was worth a shot! Heart beating with excitement, Mark didn't seem to take into account of the whole reality of the situation that he could be in. Excise any paranoia you feel by muting it out with any idiosyncratic idea you could allude to.


Whether or not someone heard, Mark took another long sip of soda, making an evident sipping sound as it passed through his lips. What a better place to be with free airconditioning and food! Hmm, maybe if he had a mother that he could properly remember, that'd make it the greatest! Well, that depends if there truly was a cannibal out there.

Location: Kitchen (Refrigerator)

With/Near: @Ibuki

 

[Ammokkx]

Yaeger stood in front of Hope's Peak Academy with a beaming smile. The grand structure towered over him and gave off that aura of grandness that he'd expected. Everyone knew about Hope's Peak... The students from there were nothing less than amazing! And to think, him of all people was enrolling... He'd given his mom a hug just this morning, promising to make her proud when he returned. The boy opened his acceptance letter once more, reading every word with care. 'Ultimate Chemist' didn't sound bad at all, not one bit... "Alright... Hope's peak, here I come!" Yaeger ran through the front gate. And then, it all faded to black.


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"Ngh..." A voice echoed in a silent classroom. Yaeger felt sluggish, like he'd taken a good long nap. In fact, it seemed he did... His face was lying atop a wooden school desk, a bit of drool having dribbled down the left side of his face. The boy didn't quite understand what was going on at first, so he just kind of raised his head to get a good feel for the situation. Did he dream about his first day at Hope's Peak? No, that couldn't be. He couldn't recall anything. Maybe he just had a blackout? Yeah, that could be it. Yaeger balled up his hand instinctively and felt something crumble, so he looked down. There was a sheet of paper in front of him that read 'Final Exam: Despair History'. "Wha-?!" The boy almost shouted out in surprise but cut himself off.


That couldn't be right, could it? A final when he'd hardly started the year... Not to mention, there wasn't actually anything written on the sheet besides just that. He took another look around, not seeing a teacher. Only a bunch of unconscious students. "This is surreal... Is this a test or something?" Yaeger questioned, remaining surprisingly calm. He rose up from the seat, wondering for a split second if it was appropriate or not. The boy walked over to the exit, putting his hand on the doorknob and pulling. "...Huh?" Yaeger reacted with surprise as... He found the door to be locked. So he was stuck there. 'What a weird way to handle the students,' he thought. Yaeger didn't really question it, it was Hope's peak after all. The most prestigious school there is! So, instead, the boy went back over to his desk and sat down neatly without question. He'll just have to wait for now.




Ayu stood in front of Hope's Peak Academy with a questioning look. She didn't quite get why she was picked, still. 'Ultimate Liar'? What was that supposed to mean? Still, it was Hope's Peak. That meant they saw some merit in her 'talent'. This little liar wasn't about to complain anyway, she was attending basically the most prestigious school of all time. If not an honor, it's certainly bragging rights. She'd tried to cover it by telling her parents that her talent was something else entirely and they bought it. Well, if it was this school, she wouldn't expect them to get her talent wrong anyway. Ayu took a deep breath. Once inside, she wouldn't get out any time soon. But that's fine. She's told herself so, so it must be true. And then, it all faded to black.


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"Mmm...?" A voice echoed in a silent classroom. Ayu felt her right cheek plastered to some kind of solid surface. Was she sleeping? No, it was more like she was in a coma. Her body felt awful! Whoever put her in that state needs to drink a glass off blended grass. How rude. She jumped out of her chair and spun around, looking at every corner of the room. Not that it was anything special. Chalkboard, desks, door that's probably busted, bunch of KO'd students except for one who's eyeing her strangely. exam on the desk. Wait, exam on the desk? Ayu's eyes shot down once again and she raised an eyebrow. What was 'Despair History' supposed to mean? "Augh, this isn't prestigious! It's hope, not despair! Can't even get their own subjects right..." Ayu complained. She then followed it up with a heavy sigh. What was she going to do now? She didn't study, not one bit. Then again, she didn't remember getting any lessons either... In fact, last thing she remembered, she was in front of the school. "Great! I got kidnapped." She joked, walking over to the door.


"Heeeey. Heeeeeeeey! There's other students you could've nabbed! Probably cuter than me!" She shouted out to the other end, but didn't get a response. Figures. Sheesh, the kidnappers sure did a shoddy job though. Locked her into a room, but didn't tie her up. In fact, nobody was tied up. How stupid can you get? The girl questioned all of this and more, but for now, she just put her back against the door and hummed. In the corner of Ayu's eye she saw a piece of chalk. So they left her something to amuse herself with? She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. So, the short girl hopped over to grab it. She then doodled a bit on the chalkboard, trying to kill some time.

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Sick


Location: Infirmary


With: @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Schwagnatt

Yamamoto didn't feel like getting up from his slumber. He felt Sick and Tired and didn't know where he was. He tried to fall back asleep but he couldn't. He looked around to see to other people. A girl with brown hair and around his age and a guy with nice white hair. He felt something around his neck. He took it off and it was string with a index card and it said 'If you want to get out of your addiction Takahashi, then you can ask me. I'll help you for the price of your eternal love'. He didn't understand it but he stood up and tried to wake up the other.​

 

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Takuma Takahashi

Location: Infirmary

Hmm... It appears that I'm laying on something hard and cold. Takuma thought to himself and very slowly opened his eyes. The gray floring of the room was the most conspicuous thing right now. He rotated his head and saw a young girl laying next to him. D-Did something happened in a bar yesterday? He tried to remember, but his mind would't let him access the memory of the last night. He heard something behind him. It was some boy with blond hair. Only now Takuma noticed that the room he was in resembled a hospital room or a Infirmary. He stood up abruptly. He turned to the boy. "I am terribly sorry" He bowed deeply. His voice was very deep and his manner of speech was very dignified."Forgive me, but could you tell me what happened at the bar last night? I can't remember a thing, but I can assure you that any costs of health treatment will be covered by our side." He noticed a little necklace hanging from his neck. It read: Please help me get out of addiction, you're a psychologist right? Takuma didn't understand a thing that it said, so he hid it under his white shirt and straightened himself. He noticed that the boy was only reaching his chest. The usual, huh?
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@Blue Fire

 

[OnceDarkness]

Yuina "Yu" Nakajima


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Location: Storage Room


Near: @Dreamtique


Balls, balls everywhere! Yuina woke up in a sea of baseballs next to a maid, what kind of damn school was this? The last thing she remembered was walking into Hope's Peak Academy with her lucky baseball bat on her back, and now she's in a room with a maid.


Great, so she was kidnapped by a maid. Instinctively she picked up an aluminum baseball bat that was hiding somewhere within the white sea, then she'd walk over to Mao and poke her with it. "Hello? Are you my maid now? Master commands you to wake up." No answer came from the maid, she sighed and tried to exit the room but it was locked. The doorknob just wouldn't turn, so instead of trying to unlock it, Yuina would break the door instead. "Stupid piece of shit door!" A loud banging sound came from the door when the bat collided with it.


(Damn Writer's block!)

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama




Status: "????"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt
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There were voices surrounding her. The voices of the dead, maybe? Would she finally get to see another ghost in the flesh...err, spirit? The environment around her felt enclosed, like an environment with ghosts in it usually does, but everything was black...


...Although maybe that would be fixed if she opened her eyes.


When Hatoyama opened her eyes, though, she realized that she had only been dreaming. She found herself lying on the floor in a room that smelled strongly of antibacterial cleaner, a note around her neck and two presences just behind her back. She moaned sightly, realizing the splitting headache she had. What was this, a hospital? Did she fall unconscious at some point? Upon reaching up to touch her forehead, though, she realized that there was an index card hanging from a string around her neck. Inspecting it further, she realized that it had a message on it; "I told you, I'm not a psychologist." Psychologist, hm...why did that sound so familiar to her?


...Parapsychology, that's right! Parapsychology was her passion, and she got accepted to Hope's Peak for it! But then why was she passed out in the infirmary...?


She sat up and looked around to scope out her surroundings. The room was clearly an infirmary, just as she thought, and she wasn't alone; there were two boys in the room with her. One had white hair, and the other had...well, also white hair. And was that a bottle of liquor on the desk? What had gone on in here???


She immediately sprang to her feet, though she hoped that the two boys wouldn't realize how freaked out she was. That would be embarrassing. She quickly brushed off her clothes--although they weren't too dirty, despite her having laid on the floor--and gave herself some confidence before she spoke to the two boys. "Who are you two? What are we doing here?" Hopefully they had some idea and they could quell her dirty-minded fears.

Kenshin Miyake


Status: "What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong."


With: @Dreamtique
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Something about this situation was just not right. Maybe it was the drumsticks in Miyake's hands. Or maybe it was the black and white drums in front of him that were just begging to be hit, oh my god. Or perhaps the sheet music on a nearby stand that detailed a percussion piece titled 'Monokuma's Drums of Despair'. In fact, it looked like the drums had that label, too. Was this the music room of a rival high school? Did they kidnap him in hopes of crippling his marching band in the next competition? That would be going a little far just to sabotage a band, but the possibility was always there. In marching band, it's kill or be killed.


He stood up and looked around, confusion written all over his face. No, this couldn't possibly be a rival school's music room...it was way too expansive. Even the rich private school he and his band competed at a while back didn't have a room quite this expansive. This one even had a TV and a game system!...although Miyake didn't see how that could possibly help a band play any better. It seems that there were two band kids who fell asleep while they were playing video games, though, so he supposed it must help the band play somehow. Even still, there was something biting at the back of Miyake's subconscious, as if he were overlooking a crucial fact entirely...


Wasn't he accepted to Hope's Peak not long ago?


Surely that wasn't just a dream; he still had the scarf his bandmates had given to him before he left, after all. So whatever happened to that? He remembers arriving there, too, so what happened to that? Did he get too excited and pass out?...Again? Maybe the two kids sleeping by the TV knew something...but he didn't want to bother them until they woke up. If you have to sleep, you have to sleep. Bothering those kids, who may or may not be just as confused as he was, would definitely lead to some grumpiness from them later on.

 

[Ibuki]

Arisu Sequenzia


Location: Classroom | Tags: ???

Arisu was fairly excited that day, about her first class at Hope's Peak Academy. It was a rare occurrence, for her, of all people, to be interested in something for once. Though it was mainly driven by the fact that everybody theoretically excelled in one field or another, and Arisu had automatically assumed that they were all intriguing individuals.

She moved her cursor around the computer screen, submitting one final work to her Pixiv and DeviantArt profiles before closing the tab, and shutting down the device.


Packed up and ready to go, the petite girl clutched onto her bag, and headed out, doing a triple check of her supplies. The most important items were her paraphernalia for art, above all else. In fact, she valued the materials of higher standing than basic needs, like food and water.


Stash of sketching pencils, pencil crayons, crayons, paper, paper, and more paper? Check. Eraser, lead, and other significant utensils? Affirmative. Arisu softly smiled, though at the same time, prepared herself for disappointment in the worse case scenario. Nonetheless, she still had high hopes for her classmates, whenever she met them.


'Hm. Surely, they will be entertaining, right? Yeah, I truly hope so.'


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It was difficult to gather her recollections regarding anything that transpired beyond that point. As she slowly regained consciousness, she was startled at the new atmosphere, slowly lifting her head, and taking notice of the vicinity around her. A classroom, it seemed, with several other students. It struck Arisu as odd, not being able to recall of anything else. Usually, her memory was above average, too. There hadn't been anyone around she could've asked, plus, she wasn't one to start conversations. The artist decided to occupy herself for several moments, paying heed to the small, nit-picky details around her. She enjoyed being observant.


Arisu lightly sighed, knowing that it was going to be a long day. Though at the same time, her lips gently arched into a smirk, as she pulled up her rabbit-ear hoodie.


'This is exactly what I want, I suppose. Though an explanation would be much appreciated...'

Zavier Satou


Location: Kitchen | Tags: @Entarriance

He was almost anything but comfortable and happy at that moment. When his eyes finally batted awake, Zavier felt a stinging pain in his body, and cramps forming practically everywhere. It didn't take very long to realize that he was forcefully stuffed into the kitchen sink, in which he groaned at, questioning how the hell it had transpired. First, Zavier was relatively tall, standing just at the 6 foot mark. Squeezing such a large stature in that small of a vicinity was outright painful in every aspect.

He heavily sighed, and began squirming around the metal confinement, working to pull himself up and out of the pit. It took a short while, as he landed onto the glossed kitchen tiles with a 'thump'. The butler ran a hand through his groomed, dark blue hair, and dusted off his servant attire, fixing his tie from a habit. Then, he stretched out his arms, as they were stiff for such a long duration of time. Zavier would've loved to have some casual wear for school, at least, though his so-called 'family' disagreed. Of course, being able to attend Hope's Peak was already considered a miracle for him, as it was a free ticket away from housework. For the most part, he detested the mansion, and the people he served. Not that it was easy to tell, considering his lack of facial expressions and emotion.


Hope's Peak? Right, the last thing he had remembered was walking to school that morning. How he arrived in an unknown kitchen was beyond his comprehension.


Zavier spent some time glancing around the locality, paying heed to the cooking utensils around, and the ovens, microwaves, dishwashers, etc. What, was he suddenly expected to cook? Was that why he was there? What a joke.


Eventually, the teenage boy had heard muffled noises from the fridge. How odd. He raised one of his eyebrows, though soon made the decision to check it out, whatever it was. He sighed once more, ambling over to the refrigerator, and grasping onto the handle with his right hand. There was a moment of hesitation following, unsure of whether it'd be a wise decision.


The butler decided to do it, anyway.


He lightly swung the fridge door open, bending down slightly to glance at its contents. To his surprise, there was a petite boy, casually sipping soda. He receded several steps back, seeming far from amused at the act, as his face remained devoid of much expression even then.

 

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Takuma Takahashi

Location: Infirmary

Takuma was waiting for a response, when the girl he saw ealier stood up. "Who are you two? What are we doing here?" Takuma could see in her stance that she was a bit nervous. Then again, who wouldn't be nervous, when woken up in a strange medical room. He turned around and walked a step closer to her.

"I'm sorry that I omitted you young lady, but I thought that you were still asleep." He again bowed his head a little. "My name is Takuma Takahashi and I'm a bartender, It's a pleasure to meet you. Unfortunately I cannot answer your second question, as I can't quite remember my last night. Seeing you both here I assumed that something went awry at the bar, but I'm starting to think that I'm wrong. Tell me, were you out drinking last night?"
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@Blue Fire @Kitmo the Kittymonk

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Scared


Location: Infirmary


With: @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Schwagnatt

Yamamoto who still had no idea what was going on went for the door that was locked. He might as well get to know the people he was trapped with. "Well my name is Yamamoto Tachibana and I am a Therapist nice to meet you guys and I guess we are stuck in here together." He walked around looking for something to escape.




Aioki Jioto

Location: Classrom


Felling: Tiered


With: @Ibuki

Aioki had just woke up in a classroom that she didn't know. She looked down at a piece of paper that said: 'Final Exam: Despair History'. She didn't know what that meant but it was surely weird. She looked over to a girl who had woken up and said "Do you know where we are?"
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[Entarriance]

"MARK BARTON"

"Haha, thanks! Hmm hmm..."


Looking the tall boy up and down, he didn't seem to make any attempt to crawl out of the fridge just yet. The young man was adorned with a neat suit that looks, well, kinda-well taken care of. The slight wrinkle of his orderly getup allowed Mark to infer that he must have been in a similar situation to his, at least, which was crammed in a small space. A few seconds in silence, Mark finally crawled his way out of the fridge, rolling with a thud onto the kitchen ground. On the positive side, he managed to save his soda, holding it high above his head the moment that he landed.


"Oof! Man, is it hot out here or is it just me?! Well, it's just me. I was in a fridge for god knows how long. Hours, days, months, years!! Oh, maybe I'm in the future?!"


On a whimsical rant, Mark turned to face the young man once again after getting up, placing his soda can on the counter next to him. Straightening up his hoodie and pulling back down his hood, he expected to get at least some sort of reaction from the man. Well, from the looks of it, he didn't The blue-haired boy's hardened and stiff expression didn't even seem to leak even a grin, a frown, anything. It was impossible to read, and the frigidity of it send shivers down Mark's spine. Maybe he was the one who trapped me here? I mean, he seems far from amused, and usually everyone laughs at me! In a good way, maybe. Expressing his emotions very openly, in contrast to his audience's strict indifference, Mark held his chin between his index finger and his thumb, dramaticaly averting his gaze up towards the ceiling, as if in great thought.


"You remind me of a lovely acquaintance I met years ago. Maybe you two have met? You both would get along great! You share the same expression, I mean, not like that's a bad thing! She has black hair, same eye colour as moii, what're they called, traps? Well, pretty boy, I'm Mark Barton. Seems not very native, does it? I'm not from 'round here, so I'm not used to all your fancy formalities and customs and all that. Call me Mark. I have a jam I need to attend to in er..."


He looked down at a nonexistant watch on his wrist.


"... very soon. And peanut butter. So if ya' don't mind, can you give me a heads up and the whole kitchen thing? Fancy, fancy, I know, but y'see I just woke up in a fridge, and that stuff ain't normal. Unless it's like, a culture thing. "


Even without a reply, Mark seemed to effortlessly host a conversation, his tone and volume constantly chasing to emphasize certain poiints of his speech. Though now that he was finally out of his utopia of a fridge, Mark was able to finally take in more of his surroundings. It was a tidy kitchen, none of it seeming to have been touched yet. It was an odd place to find yourself trapped in, but there was a door that lead out somewhere. Perhaps it lead out to a cafeteria? Or maybe they were all trapped in a restaraunt. He couldn't seem to find a window in this place, so even his sense of time was butchered here.


"Also, a name would be nice."

Location: Kitchen

With/Near: @Ibuki

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "?_?"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

Seeing the taller of the two white-haired boys step towards her made Hatoyama feel the need to take a step backward as her face became pink. She was facing away from both boys and beginning to play with her hair before she knew it, and she shrunk in on herself slightly when she realized that both of the boys were talking directly to her and expecting her to reply. Introductions were easy enough, but what sort of a question did the tall one just ask? Of course she didn't have had anything alcoholic to drink, her parents would have killed her...or, rather, her overactive conscience would have, since her parents were obviously nowhere to be found here. Even still, though... "I'm Shiori Hatoyama, and I'm a parapsychologist. It's, um, nice to meet you both," she introduced herself meekly, smiling with uncertainty as she forced herself to stop curling her hair and keep her hands cradled near her chest instead. "And no, I didn't have any alcohol last night...I've never drank before in my life. Is the door really locked, though...?" She was almost afraid to try it for herself in case it was; this situation was easily beginning to make Hatoyama feel uncomfortable.

 

[OnceDarkness]

Yuina "Yu" Nakajima


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Location: Storage


Near: @Dreamtique


After a couple minutes of attempting to just down the door, she gave up and threw the baseball bat at the wall, making a loud thud. "Fuuuuucckk!" Looks like they'd have to wait cause that door is tougher than solid steel. What was there to do between the time of being rescued from the storage room and waiting? It'd be nice if she had someone to talk to, but the only person around was knocked out cold. "I thought this was Hope's Peak Academy..." With the situation they were all I'm right now, it seemed more like a highschool of Despair. Who would've guessed that all twenty two of them were unfortunately unfortunate enough to be enrolled at Hope's Peak.

 

[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi

Location: Infirmary

"I understand, please forgive me if I insulted you with that question. Hmm... So I guess that this situation is not related to my bar then." He scratched his neck trying to figure out why and where are they. It definitely looks like some kind of infirmary. Hmm... I was supposed to go to Hope's Peak. Could it be it? He was about to say it, but he noticed a little necklace that Shiori was wearing. He unbuttoned his shirt a little to reach out for his little string. "Miss Shiori, it would seem that you also have one of those." He waved his lecklace a little. "There's something written on mine and I can't wrap my head around it. It says: 'Please help me get out of addiction, you're a psychologist right?'. Could you tell me what does your one say?" He turned around and hit the lamp that was dandling off the ceiling. A dull sound echoed through the room. Ugh, I need to watch out for that. "Mr. Yamamoto, do you have one of those wierd ID cards on a string?" He asked, massaging his head with his hand.
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@Blue Fire @Kitmo the Kittymonk

 

[Ibuki]

Arisu Sequenzia


Location: Classroom | Tags: @Blue Fire

Arisu noticed the feminine voice radiating beside her, shutting her eyes for a moment to breathe. She paused her little game of observation, turning around to the source of the sound, the soft smirk still plastered on her light skin. Was the girl there the entire time? She was glad that at least

somebody else was awake, though it was most unfortunate that the girl hadn't known where and how they had arrived in the vicinity, either. "Where we are? Well, isn't it obvious..? A classroom, are we not? Though apart from that, I haven't the slightest clue, sorry. Suppose we're on the same boat."


Arisu stared at the female for a while, though initially didn't find her all that interesting, which was slightly disappointing. However, it was far too early to come to a conclusion, so she waited for a while before making her decision. "The name's Arisu, by the way." she added with a grin, averting her gaze around the classroom, in hopes of spotting any other students that were regaining consciousness. The more the merrier.

Zavier Satou


Location: Kitchen | Tags: @Entarriance

Zavier wasn't exactly too fond of the cheerful and chatty types, such as Mark, for instance. He felt as though luck wasn't necessarily on his side that day, though reluctantly listened in to the boy's constant rambling to be polite, after he escaped from the fridge, and set his drink aside. The only positive trait that Zavier could've seen so far was that he was careful and vigilant, with soda, at least. Which meant one less spill to clean up. He honestly couldn't have cared less about Mark himself.

As the boy chatted, the butler was silently staring at him, giving off a cold vibe. Judging his appearance and attire, he figured that Mark was about his age.


Zavier found that the stranger was unnecessarily open with his feelings, and too friendly to others he'd just met. He thought that his jokes were odd, though overall, he was okay.


After a while more of listening to his sudden shift of speaking about an acquaintance, whom he truly didn't know based off of the description-- nor did he have the intention of meeting said person, he began to respond to the foreigner's inquiries, as calmly as possible.


"Zavier Satou."


He didn't even seem fazed at being called a 'pretty boy', though he wasn't very good at taking "compliments" to begin with.


"No, waking up in a fridge is not a cultural thing, nor do I know of why it happened to you. I was in the sink earlier, which was quite unpleasant. I'm afraid I have no idea regarding our current location, either."


Zavier shut his eyes for a few seconds, just to think and rationalize about all the possibilities why and how they could've ended up in such a kitchen. Though unable to theorize anything within logic, he decided that it would've been better to just leave and forget it, and wave it off as some weird accident.


"I'm in a slight hurry, too, so I'll be taking my leave. Goodbye, Sir."


Without a second glance back, Zavier began stepping away from the area. preferring not to involve himself with the foreigner. It would've been terrible to be late on his first day of school at Hope's Peak Academy, though little did he know, he was already there...

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Fine, for now"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

She flinched when she saw the tall bartender hit his head on a lamp on the ceiling and immediately questioned, "Are you okay...!?" Fortunately for him, they were in an infirmary, so an injury wouldn't be as serious as it would be in any other room, which she supposed was a relief. As she began to think of positive things like this, Hatoyama became less and less anxious, but certainly not any less concerned about what could have possibly happened so that this strange scenario could occur. She remembered what Takuma had asked her prior to hitting his head, though, and she took the index card necklace from around her neck and looked over it again. "But anyway...Yeah, I guess I do have this card. I'd forgotten entirely, I think. Mine says, 'I told you, I'm not a psychologist'..." Slowly, the gears seemed to click in her head. "Mine's kind of like a response to yours, isn't it?"

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Better

Location: Infirmary

With: @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Schwagnatt

"Yes of Course I do." He handed his index card to him and it said 'If you want to get out of your addiction Takahashi, then you can ask me. I'll help you for the price of your eternal love.' "I don't understand it that much."
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[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi

Location: Infirmary

"I'm fine Miss Shiori it's nothing serious. Hmm... Yes, it appears that you're right. It's like a conversation." He smiled softly. 'If you want to get out of your addiction Takahashi, then you can ask me. I'll help you for the price of your eternal love.' When Yamamoto read the card Takuma felt cold sweat all over his body. "W-What? I'm Takahashi... but I don't have any addictions. It could be a different Taka-...hashi" He stopped with an open mouth. Maybe It's about dad? After he stared into space for a bit, his expression became very serious. "I know one Takahashi who is addicted, so maybe it's about him... maybe." He paused for another moment. "So... The third necklace is also in this conversation, but I can't pinpoint one thing. Is it the first, the second or the third line?"
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@Blue Fire @Kitmo the Kittymonk

 

[Knot]

Location: Gym


With: @Entarriance @hyperfujis @Ryik @Dreamtique

Nao Matsuoka

He felt the smoldering feeling of warmth on his palms, it reminded him the sensation of an AK-47 barrel after you kill sixteen people. But the heat wasn't just on his hands, it was everywhere. His face, his legs, his arms, everything felt hot and that's when he opened his eyes. Right next to Nao Matsuoka, the trap marksman, was the Ultimate Vandal who was quite an attractive young man. Having their hands interlocking made Nao feel comfortable, it made him forget all about the despair that lurked in every corner of the school, this was true bliss. The marksman's hair wrapped all around Keiichi, it felt smooth as silk yet it was longer than the one who owned the hair. A sudden realization came to mind as the mystery began to reveal itself.


"Where am I?"





That's right, the last thing he remembered was getting a letter notifying him of an offer to attend Hope's Peak in exchange for a hefty amount of yen, but was his current location Hope's Peak? Shivers ran down his spine, and soon his entire body felt cold. The only thing that could repel the frigid temperature of his body was the heat coming from Keiichi. Nao's arms extended and dragged Keiichi's body closer to his, when the two bodies touched, Nao closed his eyes and once again, fell back into the reaches of dreamland.

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Fine, for now"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

"Um, just 'Shiori' is fine. You don't have to go through the trouble of calling me Miss Shiori...Thank you for the formality, though." Hatoyama quietly pondered Takuma's question and tried placing Yamamoto's statement within different parts in the conversation. It couldn't be first, since it seemed as if Yamamoto's statement was definitely in reply to Takuma's, but if it were directly after, her reply would seem too delayed. By her reasoning, setting the statement last seemed to resemble a conversation the most closely; "Please help me get out of addiction, you're a psychologist, right?" "I told you, I'm not a psychologist." "If you want to get out of your addiction Takahashi, then you can ask me. I'll help you for the price of your eternal love." "I'm not positive, but I think that Yamamoto's comes after mine. That sounds more like a conversation than any of the other combinations when you put it together. It doesn't make any sense, though...why would we be locked in here playing along with some kind of skit? Did we do this ourselves without remembering, or was it someone else?" The thought of someone moving her while she slept made Hatoyama cringe and begin feeling anxious all over again.

 

[hyperfujis]

Location: Gym


With: @Knot

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Keiichi Sugita had little recollection of what had just happened; the last thing he remembered before going unconscious was walking through the doors of Hope's Peak Academy for the first time. It didn't take long for him to notice that he was being snuggled by someone. He sat up (with some difficulty), and took a look at the person who was snuggling him: it was a girl he had never met before.

Who is this girl, and why the hell are we snuggling?


Sugita had never even been in a romantic relationship in his life, let alone snuggle (and god knows what else) with random girls. Sugita wanted to yell, but he figured it would be of no use, since the girl was probably still unconscious just like he was a few minutes ago; instead, he could only silently fume.


Sugita looked around at his surroundings: he was inside a gymnasium—presumably that of Hope's Peak—with a few other people who were either unconscious or just beginning to wake up like him. Unsettled by what had just happened, he got up and walked around the gym, observing the place.

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Spoiler

I tried making my post look pretty like everyone else's posts. I don't think it worked. orz I hate BBCode so much...

 

[bababooye]

Takuma Takahashi


Location: Infirmary


"Yes, It appears that you are right again Mis- I mean Shiori, but it still doesn't make any sense. These words, this script isn't giving us any information." He looked around the room. The shelves that were filled to the brim with all kinds of medicaments stood up against the walls. The beds were giving off an eerie feel. Oh and don't get me started about that lamp. Just about when he was about to give up on his search, he saw a liquor bottle on the desk nearby. He picked it up and inspected the label, then Takuma opened up the bottle and smelled the contents. (I guess we have to wait until @Blue Fire

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[Ryik]

Spoiler

SHSL Swagger​

Nearby players: @Entarriance @Knot @hyperfujis @Dreamtique

Alex "Seth Ryder" Cardona


Your hazy perceptions sharpen as your consciousness recollects. Your body is stretched out over three tiers of seats, your neck uncomfortably resting against the tier above the one you're sitting on. Your arms are crossed, and as you open your eyes, you find a hat on your head blocking out the lights. You fell asleep on a set of bleachers huh? Last night must've been wild.


Wait...


You sit up and immediately toss the stupid fucking flat cap on your head in a random direction, the letters "MLG" flying with it gracefully as it lands all the way on the floor of the gym. Fucker's lucky it wasn't on good, or you would have torn it in two. Seth Ryder doesn't wear hats. Even drunk off your ass, you would've donned your shades or slept through the bright-ass gym lights before risking the safety of your sweet 'do. You check it and relax, finding that its glory has remained unmarred. Everything's fine.


That being said, you have no memory of how you got here, no memory of any school gym like this one, and no memory of any asshole putting a hat on you. Of all the places to wake up in, why a school gym? You recall you were set to attend Hope's Peak Academy, explicitly avoiding much alcohol so you wouldn't be hung over on your first day, so what the fuck? You don't even have a mild hangover. Not even a trace. Naturally, you want answers. Lo and behold, there are a few other people here, two of which are awake, but none of which you recognize. There aren't enough beer cans or bottles around for this to have been a party, so your confusion deepens. You stand up and calmly proclaim your demand for answers. "What the hell is going on here?" You begin heading down the bleachers, stepping on each seat before jumping onto the railing and off onto the gym floor. Various sports equipment litter the place haphazardly, and among the people and equipment, you spot the Hope's Peak Academy logo emblazoned in the very center of the gym floor.


How the actual fuck?

 

[Kittymonk]

Shiori Hatoyama


Status: "Fine, for now"


With: @Blue Fire, @Schwagnatt

Hatoyama's eyes widened a bit at Takuma's words, but somehow his theory didn't entirely surprise her. She had assumed that she, Takuma, and Yamamoto had been taken to the hospital from Hope's Peak for whatever reason, but she supposed it wasn't too ridiculous to think that she was simply in the infirmary. "Yeah, I was accepted to Hope's Peak, too. I'm the SHSL Parapsychologist," she replied. "But if this is really Hope's Peak and the three of us are students, then why're we locked in the infirmary? And aren't there supposed to be a bunch of other students going to school with us, too? Where are they...?" She knew that it wasn't reasonable to ask so many questions aloud when she knew that Takuma and Yamamoto weren't likely to know the answers to them, but she couldn't stop herself. This mystery just kept building and building and Hatoyama had no idea what to think. "Hopefully this turns out to be some kind of dumb joke..."

 

[Blu3]

Yamamoto Tachibana

Feeling: Better

Location: Infirmary

With: @Kitmo the Kittymonk @Schwagnatt

Yamamoto didn't think much of it until now. "Yeah me too I'm the SHSL Therapist of course but the last thing I remember was a was entering the school and I passed out."




Aioki Jioto

Location: Classrom


Felling: Tiered


With: @Ibuki

"Nice to meet you my name is Aioki." She looked back down at the paper again and said "Any idea what this is?"
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