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SHSL Bacon
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Post by Bacon M on Jul 27, 2016 1:40:18 GMT
This school will be shrouded in despair, and you're the one that's gonna cause it.
Today was just like any other day. Today was a normal, average, everyday… day. There was nothing out of the ordinary about today. Kids went to school, or hung around and skipped class. Food was served in the cafeteria, people laughed and had a good time. It was just a day like any other. A couple of minor fires, some teachers running around trying to quell the troublesome kids who attended this school. Smiles all around. It was just an average day for Hope’s Peak Academy. Nothing was wrong. At all. The morning was fantastic, classes would start soon. Difficult students would be rounded up by their teacher if they didn’t show for class, and other students were allowed to do whatever they wanted. They were the hopes of the future after all, and everyone had different ways of dealing with those who considered above the ‘normal’ people of the world. A scream. It was ear-piercing. It came from outside. Someone came to help, only to see why the student screamed. Blood. Blood was splattered all across the front steps. More and more students rushed to see the scene. A blue haired teacher pushed through the crowd to see the body that lay on the steps of Hope’s Peak Academy. The shocking sight was almost unbearable. Was it suicide? Was it murder? Regardless... [attr="class","shroud"] Chiaki Nanami was dead. [newclass=.shroud]margin-top:-15px;background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/PRbwNP3.png');width:400px;height:190px;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition:1s; -moz-transition:1s;-ms-transition:1s;-o-transition:1s;transition:1s;opacity:1;color:rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);[/newclass] [newclass=.shroud:hover]margin-top:-15px;background-image:url('https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8FYjarMMH4Y/Vi7UObPA8-I/AAAAAAACAaQ/t8R27d63iOM/w426-h237/15%2B-%2B1');width:400px;height:190px;overflow:hidden;-webkit-transition:1s; -moz-transition:1s;-ms-transition:1s;-o-transition:1s;transition:1s;color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 1);[/newclass] |
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SHSL Librarian
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Post by Paris Eins on Jul 27, 2016 2:10:15 GMT
"Chapter 1 - More Than Stories If you're not looking for searching for a deeper meaning in every piece you read, then you truly understand what it means to read. To move throughout To traverse the literature will lead you down many roads paths roads to enlightening your future, your past, and even the your present."
Paris hummed absent-mindedly as they meandered through the campus of Hope's Peak, scribbling into a small notebook clutched tightly enough to turn the tips of their fingers stark white. If a thief or con artist came by in his notorious, conniving way, the Librarian would be prepared. This character arc did not involve theft, tragedy, or the beating they would have to reign down on the assailant. Perhaps...this was rather like a fairytale. The ones Paris once read in bed every night back in the unsettling familiarity of Portland. But this was not Portland, Maine. It was not the United States. It was...simply put, the sanctuary of Hope's Peak. A place to hone their knowledge. A place to write the sequel. A place to have...a happy ending, perhaps?
For the longest time, Eins wasn't sure if those existed in what commonfolk called reality. Pshh, reality...a dull term to describe the neverending story of cliches, typical archetypes, and the everpresent plotline, guiding them all along tracks to reach interesting turns and meetings. But yet...perhaps what awaited was the most interesting meeting of all. Paris Eins vs The World, a vivid sky that could someday redden in fury and rain fire down upon them...but this was not a story. This is real life, and fairytales are best left at home. They thought this as they walked down the hall leisurely...
Until the scream sent the Librarian tumbling to the ground in a panicked heap. What now?! Had Akane Owari broken through one of the walls again? Had another bus veered into a tree in the courtyard, as Hina Yakugami stood by it sheepishly? Did Lucca do something?
No matter. Regardless of the cause, it was time to discover the symptom. This storyline is not going to be long-lived, that's for...
Paris opened the door.
for...
The student stood over another, blood painting the stairs in arches and splatters.
it's never just blood
For it seemed that...
it's never just a fairytale
Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer, was...dead.
Paris couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper as their eyes glazed over and the sky grew red. Instead of raining fire...
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SHSL Programmer
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Post by Chihiro Fujisaki on Jul 27, 2016 2:43:12 GMT
 It was a long night. Technically, no students were supposed to sleep outside of their dorm rooms, but he didn't mean to pass out in the research building. After sunlight had long poured in through the windows, the programmer felt a hand shake him awake. Slowly, the boy groggily raised his head, rubbing his eyes. With a few blinks, the blurriness in his vision dissipated.
"Don't you have classes, Fujisaki?" He knew he should have retired to his dorm sooner last night. With a nod, Chihiro closed his laptop, securing it in his bag before standing up.
"Ah, yeah.. I'll see you l-later, Matsuda." The brunette waved at his acquaintance before exiting the building. They had been working together for a couple months now. The neurologist wasn't the friendliest person he'd met, but he was certainly a genius.
Even as he began to walk towards the main building, his eyes felt unbearably heavy. He could just imagine his father telling him to rest up instead of going to class.. But he always hated that. When he made his way towards the entrance, one thing became clear. There was an awfully sizable crowd just near the doors. The boy slowed down, feeling anxious about getting closer to them.
What happened.. He thought as he slowly approached. As he got near the back of the crowd, he could hear them talk. "Did she jump?" "Oh my god!" "Is she.. d-dead?"
He stopped, cold. He could see, just past a few people, a familiar person lying on the ground, blood surrounding her body.
"Ch-Ch.. What.. I-I-I..!" He was speechless for a long moment. Despite an awkward first meeting, he was her friend. They played games together. Sat together at lunch. He.. He would even dare telling her the truth. Or at least, he hoped.
His face went as white as a ghost. His blood froze in his veins. His bag hit the floor. As tears began to stream down his cheeks, he looked down at the corpse of his friend.
"Ch-Ch-Chiaki.. Wh-... No..." His voice should have been a scream, but instead stayed at the volume of a mouse. He buried his face in his palms, not willing to look at her.
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SHSL Game Designer
(Year 3)
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Post by Yuukyoku Souzousha on Jul 27, 2016 5:01:30 GMT
Yuukyoku yawned as she made her way towards the entrance to Hope's Peak. It had been a late night, this time of "research," the best term for spending a lot of time playing Video Games. That being said it wasn't all fun and games, so to speak. Researching games meant playing both good and bad to find out what worked and what didn't. Regardless she was a bit tired, but the growing crowd at the front of the school was enough to catch her interests.
The air was dense as she approached them. Sadness and confusion set the scene. It was obvious whatever happened was not good, but that was putting it lightly. Working her way through the other students, too shocked to try and stop her, she stopped in her place and joined them, eyes wide in that very same shock. The Super High School Level Game Designer saw the Super High School Level Gamer laying there.
Dead.
Yuukyoku fell to her knees. Quietly she said to herself, so soft you had to be listening for it to hear it, "So... This is what he felt that day..."
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SHSL Shopkeeper
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Post by Kaneko Nejibisu on Jul 27, 2016 12:50:34 GMT
 Everyone wants a magical solution for their problem, yet everyone refuses to believe in magic. As far as the Ultimate Shopkeeper was concerned, it was a normal day. She left her store, which also doubled as her home and locked it. Three times with three different keys, just to be safe.
She made her way to Hope's Peak Academy, where she noticed a large crowd of people at the entrance.
"What is going on here?" She quietly said to herself as she went to take a look. As she got closer, she saw what the commotion was about: The Ultimate Gamer laid there dead.
Kaneko didn't really emote too much on those news. To be fair, she's lightly bummed out that she lost a loyal customer of her shop, but that's how life was.
Nevertheless, Kaneko distanced herself from the crowd and pulled out her cellphone, where she then proceeded to call Daniel's number.
"Uhnnnn... yeah?" A sleepy-sounding Daniel said on the other side of the phone.
"Daniel, sweetheart..." Kaneko began. "Your Ultimate Gamer classmate is dead. There is this commotion outside of the school."
"..." Daniel couldn't believe it. "I'll... I'll check it out. Thanks." Before Daniel hung up, however, she could hear him say "Oh god..."
With her mood already soured, Kaneko had no choice but to attend classes.
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SHSL Con Artist
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Jul 27, 2016 13:16:27 GMT
 I wont be sorry for what I've done. You can trust me.
Nor for what I'll be doing.
Hoshi’s thoughts, as they were often wont to do, trailed back to his long lost past. More specifically to Miyo, though one has to wonder, what else really is there to reminisce about?
Walking to Hope’s Peak, his right hand was stuffed in his pocket, fiddling with a small wooden charm that was attached to his wallet. Something about today had plagued him with unease, and it’s frustrating that he couldn’t figure out what it was. There was a peculiarity in the air. He felt it. Call it sixth sense, or a conman’s instinct, but it kind of pissed him off nonetheless. With a frown plastered across his face, Hoshi looked down to the pavement as he walked, disinterested in the world around him. But the world cared not for his cold shoulder. He heard a cat call out – the same one that’s always lazing on the same ledge every morning, staring at him all judgmental-like on his walk to school every day – but he paid it no heed, choosing to truck on instead of stopping for their usual exchange of words (from him) and scrutinizing glares (from her... or him, whatever that fat cat actually was. That animal was just another one of the many things in this world that he doesn’t know at all, yet know very well at the same time.)
The entrance of Hope’s Peak soon came into view, and with it, a huge crowd that was gathering more bystanders by the minute. Hoshi froze mid-step, stopped by the sudden pit in his gut, that dreaded sinking feeling. Rushing into the human wall, he elbowed and pushed his way through them. Reaching out, his hand grasped the shoulder of another unimportant stranger, pulling him back as Hoshi stepped in to take his place. But the sight that he was greeted by… the pool of blood, that familiar looking hoodie. The pink bag. Barely registering the cussing from the man whom he had violently shoved away, Hoshi clenched his fists, digging fingernails into skin. His expression faded away into a shadow of anger. Gritted teeth. Rage. He pulled up his hoodie.
Chaiki Nanami was somebody he liked. And now she laid in a pool of her own blood. Walking to stand in front of his dead dear friend, the took off his hoodie, gently bending down to place it over Chiaki’s body. He felt the telltale signs of waterworks – a stinging sensation in the corner of his eyes. And somehow, amidst the cauldron of his boiling emotions, he managed to fixate on the incessant sound of those drones around him. Especially on the things they said, as well as the snap snap of pictures forever immortalized.
“Oh God that’s an ugly sight,”
“Fu– What’s a dead body doing here?!”
Hoshi turned to face the crowd. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he screamed. “Why the hell are you guys just standing there? This isn’t a fucking show, get a move on you insensitive pricks.”
Chiaki was someone that he liked. Cherished, even. She treated him gently when she stumbled across him when he was at his worse, a victim of a binge-fueled bottle-run, and in all honesty, had probably saved him on that fateful day. She was one of the few, if not the only person that he had opened his heart to. Shared his secret with.
And now here she was.
He clenched his fists even harder, this time drawing blood. With his back to the crowd, Hoshi looked again at the SHSL Gamer. As he swore revenge on the damned soul that did this, a part of his mind blankly noted the sight of his hoodie slowly becoming soaked with Chiaki Nanami’s blood.
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Post by Lucca Bello on Jul 27, 2016 19:48:43 GMT
As far as Lucca was concerned, today was going to be just like the others. Wake up. Go to class. Eat lunch. Spend time with Paris. And then go back to sleep. It was routine, it was normal. Lucca rolled out of bed, slapping the off button on his alarm clock on the way down. "Juss five more minutessss." Lucca lazily mumbled to himself, falling asleep on the floor. Lucca's eyes shot open when he heard the ringing of his cell phone from across the room. He scrambled to his feet and answered it. "Hello?" He asked, still barely awake. "Wake up Lucca! You have class soon!" The voice on the other end was his sister, Donna. Lucca chuckled a bit. "I'm awake, I'm awake. Don't worry." He sighed a bit, this was another part of his daily routine, getting a daily call from his sister to wake him up. "Y'know, you call me every morning to make sure I don't miss class, don't you think I'm old enough to handle that on my own now?" Lucca didn't want to sound rude, he really did love his sister, but a little space would be nice sometimes. "Well if I didn't call you how am I supposed to know if my little brother is getting the education he deserves? Just humor me ok?" Lucca couldn't deny her, especially when she made her voice all cutesy like that. "Alright. I'll talk to you later ok? Love you, sis."
Lucca hung up, put some clothes on, grabbed his book bag, a half-eaten muffin, and headed out of his room. His homeroom class wasn't too terribly far away, but he always enjoyed the walk there. The weather always seemed to be perfect, and it was...calming. Lucca pulled out his phone and places his earbuds in his ear. He put his favorite playlist on shuffle and continued walking through the campus, eating his muffin along the way.
The sky was so pretty today, the sun and the clouds painted the blue sky, like an empty canvas, full of possibilities. It was...enchanting. Lucca was paying so much attention to the sky he didn't even notice the crowd of people he was walking towards.
Lucca bumped into one of the bystanders, and stumbled back, landing on the ground. Lucca pulled out his earbuds and looked around. "Hey, what's going o-" Lucca's eyes locked with something, the thing that everyone was crowding around. He froze with fear, the thing he saw before him was...
The corpse of Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer. Lucca felt a knot in his stomach begin to grow. Maybe eating wasn't the best idea, because Lucca had a feeling he wouldn't be keeping it down for long. Lucca scrambled to his feet and backed away, trying not to look at her, at what used to be one of the sweetest people at the school. He could even believe it.
He had never wanted to feel despair like this again.
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SHSL Unlicensed Medical Practitioner
(Year 1)
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Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Jul 28, 2016 4:10:57 GMT
The today I chose is ordinary,
Is it okay for me to place my hopes in the future?
and it's about to crumble. Hope's Peak was living up to her expectations. This place kind of exceeded it, to be perfectly honest. A safe haven for students to live their life the way they want. It wasn't even mandatory to attend classes! If she wished to do so, she was allowed to spend her whole day immersed in the school's medical wing, to talk and exchange ideas and information with people like Mikan and Noriko.
But of course, there are many dangerous things that can result from hope. The painful daggers of disappointment, the way such an assault could put you in a deeper pit than what you struggled to crawl out of to begin with. But being fearful of hope isn't something that she wanted to define herself by. For far too long she's ran away from the world. "Disappoint is a part of life," was what her father had told her a long time back. She silently mused that running away and hiding was easier. Because to take the first step is a scary proposition, to open yourself up to the indifferent world's whims and fancies.
But she's done it, and here she is today. And every transition from daybreak to nightfall was another step in her path of recovery.
Musing about the activities that she’ll be involving herself with today, (lunch with Mikan; a few assignments here and there; a few hours spent in the medical labs, as well as the new shipment of cadavers that were to be arriving), Angie made her way to Hope’s Peak blissfully unaware of the encroaching shroud of despair. The first sign of anything being wrong was, as with a lot of other people, when she saw the huge crowd of people all gathering around… something. Instantly she hoped that it was something good, like a cute cat, but as she silently made her way closer, the bits and pieces that she picked up from those around her slowly revealed the truth behind this commotion.
There was a girl, and she was dead. And the victim was a fellow Hope’s Peak student.
When Angie realized this, a wave of denial rushed in to sweep her over. It can’t be true, right? It can’t be. Being as short as she was, it wasn’t easy for her to see what had happened with her own two eyes (though she did catch a flash of a hooded boy pushing through to the center). Deciding to capitalize on that guy’s actions, she quickly followed behind in the trail he had opened. The trail that Hoshi had opened, she soon realized. The con artist suddenly stopped though, which caused her to bump into him. But he didn’t care for that, and she watched as he walked up to the girl’s… the girl’s corpse.
Flashbacks of the sight of her father came back to haunt her. The pool of blood, the indescribable bits of what used to be the victim. Their bashed in head, or in this case, entire body. Angie froze at the sight, but flinched out of it when suddenly a despair-filled voice started screaming in her direction.
‘Hoshi…’
She wanted to walk up to comfort him, but when she tried to bring her legs forwards, they just… stopped working. The fall of this girl. The memories of her father’s murder. It was too much. Hope’s Peak was… it was supposed to be a safe haven. Nothing like this was ever supposed to happen. Was this the start of another dark chapter? She’s gone through enough of them, hasn’t she?! Pushing, barreling her way back through the way she came, fear clutched at her heart as she ran with blind apprehension. Hitting into one of the many names strangers around her, she brought the both of them down, scraping her elbow against hard tarmac. She heard a voice ask if she was okay. Another person reached out to pick up her hat that fell by their feet. “Get away from me!” yelled Angie, scrambling up running, forcefully elbowing the guy that was picking up her treasured gift. In one swift motion she bent down to pick it up, not stopping to look at the scene that she had caused behind. Pulling her cap back on, she clutched the straps of her backpack as she made her retreat, her heart a mixture of regret, anger and disappointment.
Regretting her actions.
Anger at what happened.
Disappointment at how fragile she still is, even after all this while.
And of course, her old friend, shattered hope.
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SHSL Trickster
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Post by Willow Fey on Jul 28, 2016 6:49:27 GMT
Everything was coming up Fey.
Between Willow's growing relationships with Adrianna and Noriko. His various friendships, and how well his recent tricks and occult reasarch was going...it was hard to say anything but that. He even managed to secure a bit of revenge against some of those who had hurt her. He was tasting victory almost everyday and almost none of it was boring.
It was probably because of his newfound good mood, that Willow decided to head in for his morning classes, which he skipped about 2 days in three. He was feeling in the mood for some good tricks and he found some fun marks in those periods.
Then he saw the crowds. People looking shocked. Gasps and horror. Willow would think it was a clever bit of his thetre he had set up and somehow forgotten except for the unmistakable whiff of despair. Was this one of Hoshi's cons? No, cons usually had a light of hope to them. People would give money to those they thought could make their lives better. It seemed unlikely Hoshi was involved.
That was interesting. He had to check it out. As he approached he heard various voices. The words, "Body", "Corpse." "Poor girl" etc. echoed in the crowd. However it was fairly obvious to Willow he couldn't get through, despite at this point being very desperate to do that. Willow wasn't particularly tall and was not physically fit either.
"Campus security! Let me through. I'll get to the bottom of this." Willow said in his strongest and most authoritative side. People stepped aside. In times of crisis, peoples respect for authority was very easy to manipulate.
Then he saw the corpse.
He was relived instantly that it wasn't Adrianna, Noriko or any of his close friends. Shortly after that he felt a bit guilty for being relived. This was someone's daughter, someones friend, someone's girlfriend. It was Chiaki Nanami. One of the gentlest, kindest girls at school. He had only talked to her a few brief times, but she had warmed his heart everytime. A truly innocent soul in a world where that was vanishingly rare. She had been so happy and full of life. A true friend to a world that needed more of those.
And she was snuffed out like a candle. Her life barely starterd. It was horrifyingly unfair. This wasn't right. What kind of depraved soul could do this? Only the cynical opportunist and the sadistic sociopath would have planned this. And only a truly desperate or foolish soul would kill her in the heat of the moment.
Willow needed to find out. Who could have done it? Who betrayed life and hope and friendship? He couldn't let the despair on his face and those in the crowd persist. He had to create a new hope.
Hope.
By the Gods, Nagito. He had just talked to the boy the other day, and he was very pleased with how his relationship to Chiaki was progressing and then...this. Nagito had always seemed fragile, a china doll with a painted on smile. Something like this could break him utterly.
Willow scanned the crowds, he didn't want Nagito to see this. He couldn't see this.
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SHSL Flower Maiden
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Post by Adrianna Kravenski on Jul 28, 2016 8:10:53 GMT
Corpses, blood and mutilated flesh. These aren't things that you come across in everyday life, save for what you may see in games and shows. But even what may be portrayed in those works of art are different than how they were in gruesome reality, as Adrianna soon found out.
She was one of the first few people to have stumbled across the poor girl's corpse, graciously waltzing into school much like she always did before being greeted by this... delightful sight?
No. Delight would be the wrong word to use. 'Interesting' is much closer to what she felt, if her piquing sense of curiosity was anything to go off by. Standing here in person, being a part of this crowd so passionately receiving despair's love. The tinge of blood in the air; the sight of this corpse laid out in front as naked as a newborn baby; it was intoxicating. She was standing there when the number of people around her could be counted with the digits on one hand, and stayed for as long as it took till they could be counted with just that no more.
After all, it wasn’t often that the world throws you a bone as rare as this. The chance to observe a corpse up-close, relatively undisturbed. To be able to soak in every little detail. Her journeys into the depths of the internet never brought out such intense emotions, which is why Adrianna had never expected herself to have such a… visceral reaction. The sight of crying, stuttering weak-willed people having their knees give out was just the cherry on top.
But then a hooded guy had to go and ruin it for her by covering the Gamer girl up. She locked eyes with him when he started yelling at them about their ‘insensitivity,’ but she stared back at him unfazed. That is, until she heard the smooth voice of one Willow Fey suddenly appear. ‘Campus Security,’ he said. Adrianna chuckled to herself as she turned in his direction, waiting for the man she shared a deep bond with appear out of the many dull faces around her. She found it interesting that although she was one of the elites of her generation, the Ultimates that are oh so more important than the many dimwits in the Reserve Course or those in the general public, there are still some SHSL students that manage to disappoint. The Trickster though, her own little weasel, was as far away from them as the Mariana trench was to the Moon. And so when he appeared, looking visibly agitated, she wondered if he and that corpse had anything to do with each other.
After all, she wasn't a stranger to his non-monogamy habits.
There were a few people between where she and he stood, and so she crept over to him careful to not make herself seen. Standing behind him, she reached out with her hands to cover his eyes with, whispering gently (and a little seductively, perhaps spurred on by the sight that she was earlier soaking in) a “Guess who~”
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SHSL Procrastinator
(Year 2)
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Post by Daniel Saotome on Jul 28, 2016 10:46:44 GMT
 I like to take my sweet time doing things.
After all, it's not like the world ends tomorrow, right? Words: 249 | Tag: @username | Notes: notes here That phone call from Kaneko wasn't what the SHSL Procrastinator was expecting. Usually when she called him she wanted him to do things like cleaning or vacuuming or sorting the new items she stocked.
He never expected the call to be about the death of a classmate.
Faster than he has ever been in his entire life, he ate breakfast, got himself dressed and packed up his bag for school. He then stormed to the place where Chiaki's body has been found.
Kaneko of course was nowhere to be seen. She always took studies seriously and always attended class. Daniel figured she wouldn't have called him if Daniel and Chiaki were in different years.
But from all the people in the crowd, Daniel recognized a few of them, some of them look like they're hell-bent on... something. Figuring out who did that, perhaps? He saw Adrianna sneaking up to Willow per chance, but didn't say anything. There was Hoshi as well. Paris, the librarian. Yuukyoku, Chihiro, Lucca, Angie. Everyone seemed affected by Chiaki's death.
Daniel was affected too, of course. Just the other day he, Chiaki and Yuukyoku were playing poker while discussing video games and emotions felt therein. Now she who scolded Daniel about shutting off emotions can't feel any emotions herself anymore.
Why did this happen? Daniel wanted to help find whoever did that and bring them to justice. He just had to look for the person where he could sign up for this. Procrastination be damned.
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SHSL Lucky Student
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Jul 29, 2016 19:39:36 GMT
Nagito Chapter 1: Slings and Arrows
Nagito woke up to another bright day. The last couple of weeks had flown by in a blur of excitement and moments of absolute joy. He had quiet moments too, ones of simple pleasure, almost all of them being made exciting just because he was in Chiaki's presence. Nagito's life had been forever changed from that meeting in the music room. His cycle of Good and bad luck, already starting to look unimpressive after the events that got him into school. Had apparently been broken, he had some bad luck here and there but it was all so...weak. The cost of his future was apparently that his present would be filled with blissful good times. Acting as an assistant to Root, talking with Daniel and Willow, hanging out in class, having fun playing with Chiaki. His good times seemed like they would never end.
Except they would of course. When he died. He hoped Chiaki would stay with him till the end. Even now she didn't know that he was doomed for an early death. Nagito's cancer was gone completely by now, successfully operated on by Hope's Peaks excellent surgeons. But his brain was still rotting. Frontotemproal dementia. The bulk of his unusual behavior had been caused by this disease. A warping of his personality as if their were a fire blazing through his brain, twisting him before it consumed him. How long would he live? The doctors said it was the slow progressing variant, but what did that truly give him? Would he last till he was 20? 25? 30? Meanwhile he would be getting worse and worse, putting a burden on others as they cared for him and watched him linger. He would have preferred a fast ride to damnation as opposed to a slow one, but one does not choose their circumstances, especially someone who relays on good luck.
Things like that though...they didn't matter. He would most likely make it through Hope's Peak, as long as no new developments or an accident didn't spring along. Once High school was over...then he would have to discuss things with Chiaki.
The young man was low on energy today and felt deathly cold even though it was a warm sunny day. He hoped he could hold stoic enough to avoid shivering. Chiaki had already noticed that Nagito's body heat was a fickle thing and that he looked ill even on his best days. The luckster wanted to conceal his diseases presence from Chiaki for as long as possible. Though he wasn't exactly certain why. If she ever asked him straight up, he would tell her everything but...for now it seemed he didn't have the desire to say anything.
Still he felt compelled to go to morning classes, he felt like he couldn't miss a day anymore. He was having far too much fun
with everyone. And he knew by now how suddenly that could end. However his morning walk seemed unusally eeriee. It was like, as Gundam and Willow might say, a fog had transported him to another world. Actually Chiaki might like that too, something like that was in Silent Hill if he recalled correctly. Regardless it was a truly frightening feeling. Perhaps Gundam and Willow had succeeded in turning the world into a more mysterious place? They seemed to have a strong Hope in that regard. Nagito felt a shudder of delight in that thought. Could their vision be the Ultimate Hope he was searching for?
As he approached the main building though he noticed a crowd. It was truly uncanny how they looked like a crowd you might see in a movie, crowding around a dead body. Nagito chuckled at the thought. He always liked mystery novels but something like that happening at Hope's Peak was so very unlikely. Though if it was done in the name of Hope, Nagito couldn't judge the killer too much.
In any case Nagito wanted to get a good look. Being out of the loop wasn't conducive to his duties helping the Ultimates, being a classmate to everyone, and being Chiaki's paramour. Lucky as always he found a quick way through the shuffling crowd. What was that in the middle there...he thought he saw..
"Nagito!" Willow cried as he tackled the boy to the ground.
"egk. What are you doing Fey-kun? I understand wanting to attack me the moment you see my putrid face but you didn't have to go through all this effort. If you told me you wanted me hurt I could have held still to be your punching bag." Nagito said.
"Tch. No I don't want you hurt. That's why I tackled you." Willow said. His voice sounded strange. Was he keeping something from him.
"I don't understand Fey-kun. All I was trying to do was see what the commotion was about." Nagito said.
"...I can tell you all about it Nagito. But we have to get out of here." Willow said, his voice gentle in a way it never was. Friendly and polite Willow's tone was, never particularly gentle though.
"If you want to take me with you Fey-kun, that's alright. I would do anything to help an Ultimate in need." Nagito said. This whole thing felt a bit off...but he wasn't sure how.
"Cmon, luckster. Get up, I'll take you inside." Willow said, giving him a hand and helping him to his feat. For whatever reason the trickster/druid had blocked his field of vision with his body. Willow then quickly grabbed him roughly by the arm and head, forcing his line of sight away from whatever was in the middle of the circle. For the first time Nagito strained to hear the voices of the crowd.
"Why's that Fey gajin taking Nagito away like that?" a Male voice said
"Haven't you heard? Fey and Komaeda are both super homo. Fey made that big display with the conman a bit ago and-" a male voice said.
"Don't you two idiots have any respect! That's his girlfriend lying there."
Girlfriend? What in the- Nagito ducked his head and pried out of Willow's grasp turning his head to the center.
"Komaeda! Don't-" Willow cried. He said more but there was nothing just nothing. It was all air.
A hoodie and a cute pink backpack, covered in blood.
Despair washed over him in waves. The cycle hadn't disappeared. It simply waited for it's perfect moment. The moment to inflict maximum despair.
He didn't cry, he didn't scream. He could only stand stark still, as if everything in the universe had broken.
Because his universe had broken. In spite of everything that happened, he allowed Chiaki to convince him that trash like him could be happy.
They couldn't. Because Chaiki Nanami was dead. He would never see her again. Just like his dog, just like his parents, just like everyone he ever cared for.
A single thought tickled the back of his brain.
"I wonder what good luck will result from this?" It whispered.
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SHSL Former Secret Agent
(Year N/A)
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Post by Kyo Tsukino on Jul 29, 2016 22:22:40 GMT
 | It was terrible. Kyo was just getting ready to beat some lazy students to force them to come to his morning class when he heard the shriek from outside. Without even a second thought, Kyo sprung into action to see what had happened, thinking someone had gotten hurt and they needed help. Where was that campus security guy when you needed him? Tch. He was a jerk anyways. They had just as much experience at the academy, and Kyo was more experienced in general, as well as much less hot headed. Not that he wanted the guy's job, he just disliked the guy in general. Regardless, Kyo wasn't expecting what he saw. A girl, he'd seen her around school playing games bumping into things sometimes. They had talked about their students in the staff room before. All he heard was good things about Nanami.
Regardless of the futility, Kyo checked for a pulse, but like he thought, Chiaki was gone. Her body was cold. She'd been lying there for a while now. Students were piling up around. Kyo was trying to console the girl, Wendy Root, if he remembered correctly, who found Nanami. She seemed to be frightened, though there was obvious reason for that. However, as the kids started to come stare, the voices ringing and growing in number. Hoshi covered up the body and then - Oh no, the girl's boyfriend arrived. Okay, okay that was enough.
"Alright that's enough! Everyone go back inside. Class is cancelled for the day! Go back to your dorms and wait until we address this issue" Kyo was yelling as loudly as he could, almost sounding like a military sergeant due to his seriousness and volume. Kyo turned towards a few of the students, the ones who seemed the most concerned, the ones who were up front, the ones who weren't engaging in petty gossip. "Help me clear the other students out. Someone needs to call the police. Tell them what happened. We're going to get to the bottom of this, I promise." Kyo took out his cell phone and brought up Noriko Nakazawa, the nurse of Hope's Peak. There wasn't much she could do now, but at least he could have some help with dealing with getting these students inside. "Someone, go grab the headmaster. Tell him what happened, and bring him here." Kyo pressed the call button and waited for an answer.
One of two things would happen next:
Noriko would answer and without a hello, Kyo would say, "Get outside right now." Then he'd hang up and see if anyone called the police yet. If not, then he'd call them himself and explain the situation, and then start to try to round up the kids.
If Noriko didn't answer his call, he would see if anyone called the police yet. If not, then he'd call them himself and explain the situation, and then start to try to round up the kids.
Fairly simple. Of course, Kyo would meet some resistance, such as the tall green-haired fellow who refused to go inside claiming 'I have to practice to become perfect. It doesn't matter what happened to the girl, it shouldn't interfere with my plans.', before pushing past and running off to the basketball courts. Deciding to cut his losses, Kyo didn't chase and instead focused his attention on trying to herd everyone inside.
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SHSL Playboy
(Year 3)
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Post by Ken Hiraki on Jul 30, 2016 19:11:20 GMT
"..8...9.....10! There, done!"Ken stood up, sweat traveling down his forehead, falling off his face and onto the floor of his dorm. His breathing was heavy, he hadn't really done a proper exercise routine in a long while, but it was something he wanted to do. He had to be strong, strong enough to protect his fellow students. He had noticed a few incidents of bullying happening over the past few days, namely between this blonde-haired reserve course student, and a red-headed girl from the main course. Seeing this made Ken initiate "The Super Duper Ultimate High School Level Plan to Protect Everyone!" Well, the name needed work, but that could happen later. Ken showered, put on some nice-looking clothes, and did whatever he could to his hair to make it look presentable. He picked up his phone and checked the time. " Perfect, I can enjoy my walk today."Ken left his dorm and locked it behind him, and started out on a little walk before class. It was rare that he was up early enough to get to enjoy his morning, but when he did he loved it so much. The morning breeze always relaxed him, and just made him forget all his worries. Ken had made his way back around to the main building and he noticed a crowd of students start to disperse. Why were they crowded around? Was there a fight? Ken knew exactly what he would do. He'd go in and stop the fight! Today he would start to put in plan into motion and protect all the students! He pushed through the dispersing crowd, with intentions to bring some peace between the fighting students, but what he saw was...unbelievable. Lying on the ground...was a corpse. The corpse of Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer. Ken froze, his breathing stopped. There was no way this could happen, but there it was, plain as day. He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. Ken hated this, he couldn't let something like this go. He had barely even started his plan...
...and he had already failed.
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SHSL Cosplayer
(Year 1)
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Post by Florence Ward on Aug 1, 2016 4:54:22 GMT
Today, everything was fine. Florence McKinney Ward strode through the hallways with an exaggerated bounce in her step, as opposed to her typical low-profile demeanor. After all, it was looking to be an amazing day! All the papers were in order, signed, notarized, all the official steps had been taken with care so this went off without a hitch. So today, she would be proud. Things would look up to the sky without anything hurtling down on her.
There was a murmuring, distressed noise resounding from the entrance, but who knew why? Maybe Owari-san had finally killed that “old man”, Nekomaru-san. Whatever the reason, who really gave a fuck? …Okay, that was a bit harsh. But forgive the Cosplayer for her bloody attitude when the same old shit every day was about to become a thing of the distant and well-buried past. Soon, so soon…Florence wouldn’t have to bear the burden of being the Ultimate Cosplayer for much longer. And then things would take a real lovely turn. Travel the world, make a difference. No need to hone skills in a brick-wall prison when you could do the same thing in any hotel room in the universe. Not that Mars had many conventions…but oh well!
And in between the din came a familiar few voices.
"I don't understand Fey-kun. All I was trying to do was see what the commotion was about."
"Don't you two idiots have any respect! That's his girlfriend lying there."
"Alright that's enough! Everyone go back inside…help me clear the other students out. Someone needs to call the police. Tell them what happened. We're going to get to the bottom of this, I promise…Someone, go grab the headmaster. Tell him what happened, and bring him here.”
…Well, that put quite the bloody fuckin’ wrench in her plans. What a load of shi…
Of….
Huh, wait. Lying there? The police? …Had there been a robbery, or something? A Reserve Course student gone bonkers? Or something worse…?
With Kirigiri-senpai thoroughly distracted, the thick pile of papers in Ward’s trembling arms would have to wait. For now, she could at least indulge in some of the drama that came from all the egos piled into one room. That was one thing she would miss and never miss at the same time. The arguments and clashes were fun to watch, but hell when the fury was aimed at you. Such was life when your best was just “average”.
“Oi, move outta the fuckin’ way. What’s the bloody ruckus?” she asked impatiently, butting in between students who grumbled or simply fell away from her path, shocked for some reason. Her heart was beating in her throat as she moved forward, students now pushing her so they could leave the scene. And then…she saw it.
The hoodie, the backpack, it…must’ve been…
Chiaki Nanami?
Her arms steadied for a second, before collapsing limp by her sides. The massive stack of papers flew and twisted through the air, their accusatory pages landing amongst the blood and carnage, some landing on the coat over her thin frame.
“HOPE’S PEAK ACADEMY: RELEASE FORM 47B”
“DROP OUT FORM”
“PARENTAL NOTICE AND CONSENT”
“SIGNATURES NEEDED”
But now, they were all bleeding into one singular phrase as the starch white papers grew deep scarlet and wilted.
“LIVE FOR HER" |
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