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SHSL Lucky Student
(Year 2)
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Aug 11, 2016 8:15:46 GMT
Heading to Chiaki's dorm felt natural. As natural as breathing. Nagito had spent quite a lot of time in Chiaki's room the last couple of weeks. Chiaki had made those days the best in his life.
Now she was gone, in a matter of moments he would be entering a dead woman's room. The curtain had closed on those days. The nightmare of living a life without her had begun.
Still the nightmare looked pleasant enough. He was at his favorite place in the world, surrounded by his favorite people and he had enjoyed time with a person he loved and who loved him back. Much better people then him didn't get that much.
He realized suddenly that his body was trembling and his breathing was ragged. He took a deep breath and calmed himslf. Chiaki's death was devastating to him and his friends, and a shocking loss for the world. But perhaps it would birth a strong Hope? One that could make the future a better place. These thoughts kept repeating like a mantra in his head.
The only way to know for sure was to see for himself. Nagito stepped through the door and entered the future, which was filled with the ruins of the past. The white haired boy began his search of the familer room.
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(Administrator)
SHSL Bacon
(Year Bacon)
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Post by Bacon M on Aug 11, 2016 20:57:19 GMT
Using the key that Kyo gave to you, you enter Chiaki Nanami’s room. It’s completely untouched since she died, or at least it looks that way. There are shelves of games and games scattered about. Game discs though are put away in her box, like a responsible game owner. There is a large television station, though the television is fairly small comparatively. Perhaps you could take a peek in that notebook on her desk. Hold on. What’s that? Is it a letter on her desk? Well, if all else fails, perhaps you should take a look at the photos that are scattered around the room. |
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(Student)
SHSL Lucky Student
(Year 2)
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Post by Nagito Komaeda on Aug 11, 2016 22:43:39 GMT
Nagito grinned to himself. The luckster could recall those photos well enough, and the letter...he was fairly sure of those contents as well. Instead he decided to take a look at the notebook. It could be his last chance to see writing from his dear Chiaki.
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(Student)
SHSL Con Artist
(Year 2)
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Aug 12, 2016 12:30:49 GMT
Hoshi let Nagito step in first, out of respect for the deceased. Walking into the room afterwards, he showed no reaction to the grin that the pale guy wore, thinking instead about what Chiaki had seen in him. Because sure the guy seemed nice enough, and his talent is pretty versatile if what he’s heard from the grapevine was anything to go off on, but was just that enough to win over the Gamer’s heart? Or was there even more layers to the SHSL Luck, more than the quick-wit that the guy had so sheepishly hid.
‘Ah well…’
Whispering a silent apology to Chiaki, he looked around her room, deciding to pick up and read the letter that was gently resting on her desk.
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(Student)
SHSL Programmer
(Year 1)
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Post by Chihiro Fujisaki on Aug 12, 2016 16:31:35 GMT
 Just as with the roof, Chihiro lagged behind the two of them, though, after the scene on the roof, and from what Kyo had told him, the boy's face had grown just a bit more pale. When the idea of investigating Chiaki's dorm room had been brought up, a pit began to grow in his stomach.
After watching Nagito and Hoshi enter the room in respectful silence, he stopped in the hallway, taking a few moments to breathe. In, and out. He could do this. He.. knew it.
It didn't seem to take the other two long to start looking around. Chihiro had only been in the room once, so seeing it again, knowing the gamer was gone was practically gut wrenching. Trying to shake the awful feelings swirling inside him, he decided to take a look at the Photo's. |
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(Student)
SHSL Con Artist
(Year 2)
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Aug 15, 2016 7:44:59 GMT
Ignoring Nagito, Hoshi approached the Programmer as well as the photos around her. With a silent nod to the girl, Hoshi picked one up and begun his own inspections. And after he was done with the one he held, he would take a look at all the others, keepsakes scattered around the room like the remnants of a shattered crystal, the pieces of a gem that made Chiaki (assuming that the pictures were scenes from her life, that is), who she was.
He glanced over to the girl, to see how she was holding up whilst at the same time preparing himself emotionally for what these pictures might bring. After all, when you're in a small boat in a storm in the middle of a sea, all you can do is hunker down and pray that you live to see daybreak. For there not to be towering, crashing waves, and for your desolate sanctuary to hold up yet again against the tireless, endless assault from all things bad.
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