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SHSL Skateboarder
(Year 2)
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Post by Kenji Takabe on Mar 13, 2017 2:52:33 GMT
[/i] Woah man. Things were getting really tense around here. Harsh words were being said, harsh tones, pointy swords. It really killed the buzz of the whole thing, yanno? Lazily the skater scratched his jawline as the gamer seemed to get her composure back under control and addressed the con artist who had joined them all on the roof, but there was something that seemed...weird about it all. Something was off about the atmosphere all of a sudden...or maybe his buzz was just wearing off. That was probably all it was. Shrugging he piped up over the shoulder of the hooded Hoshi and addressed the girl who all she wanted to do was go back to playing pokemon, if you were to judge by the fact her thumbs were still pressing buttons in the air. "ey Chiaki dude, make your voice do that thing again. that was chill."[/ul]
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(Student)
SHSL Gamer
(Year 2)
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Post by Chiaki Nanami on Mar 13, 2017 3:16:11 GMT
"ey Chiaki dude, make your voice do that thing again. that was chill."
“Wh…” Her voice? What had happened with her voice? How was it that out of everyone, the skateboarder was the one who had caught it? The gamer girl seemed to tense up, and tapped her fingers together now visibly uncomfortable as she started to stammer.
“Th...that is, I mean… I don’t knowwhatyoumeanandIjustrememberedIhavetogoso”
And with that, without a second to waste the tiny little gamer girl rabbited for the door, ducking under the arm of Kenji and brushing past anybody who was between her and the door.
Suddenly she was stopped when a blue-haired demon of a teacher appeared in front of her. For a second, he was stunned and the gamer took that to try to escape, brushing his side trying to squeeze by him, however, his reflexes were too much for the gamer and he grabbed her by the collar, realizing what was going on. He dragged the girl to the roof and looked at the crowd gathered there.
“...”
“Apologize to them, right now,” Kyo ordered the young gamer girl.
“Wh-”
Frowning, the gamer crosses her arms across her chest like a child who was caught doing something naughty and was being scolded for it and sulked all the while trying to shove herself free from the grip of the teacher who still had a hold of her and not making much progress while doing so. He was stronger than he looked.
“I haven’t done anything that needs apologizing for? I was up here playing pokemon, and I had a sword pulled on me. If anything, I should be apologized to...I think.”
“You can drop the act, Ms. Kunisada. It’s not funny impersonating a girl who committed suicide. Students I apologize for not realizing this girl would pull such a stunt and mess with your emotions. This is Chisaki Kunisada. She is in my class, first years might know her. She’s the SHSL Body Double. Now apologize. And then you and I can have a little talk in Detention, Ms. Kunisada.”
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(Student)
SHSL Body Double
(Year 1)
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Post by Chisaki Kunisada on Mar 13, 2017 3:26:21 GMT
[/font] She was not used to being seen out of character by so many people at once, and the girl (Chisaki? that was apparently her name) shifted her weight from one foot to the other awkwardly just to have something to do and she tapped her fingers together awkwardly, not making eye contact with anyone that was on the roof at the moment as she tried to bumble her way to some sort of explanation or excuse. "Oi, tell me. What be the big deal, huh? Ain't nobody be gettin hurt. It wasn't even my idea, I just did what they pay me ta do."[/ul]
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SHSL Former Secret Agent
(Year N/A)
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Post by Kyo Tsukino on Mar 13, 2017 4:30:30 GMT
| Kyo would have crossed his arms, but he was holding her in place right now. When Kyo was angry, he wasn't really a nice person. Normally he was happy and a big pervert, but when he got serious… well his bad habits came around. It was hard to get him angry but pulling this stunt had completely snapped him, probably because recently it was getting kinda stressful and he was getting sent on missions like he had been… before. Kyo face palmed when she refused, wondering what was wrong, but then his glare return when she said she was following orders.
"Apologize now. Then we'll have a little talk. If you give up those who told you, you might not end up with detention, Ms. Kunisada," Kyo suggested. He wanted to punish those who went out of their way to cause trouble for those still mourning Nanami. It was bad enough he had to keep the murder a secret. And it was another thing to claim she killed herself, a disservice to the wonderful girl that she was, which was just terrible. He hoped if there was an afterlife and Nanami was watching, she would be happy with him trying to hold onto her memory firmly and defeat the group that wanted to cause the happiness of these students to sink. Sadly he dropped his guard for only a second letting her go and crossing his arms.
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(Student)
SHSL Shopkeeper
(Year 4)
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Post by Kaneko Nejibisu on Mar 13, 2017 8:08:31 GMT
[googlefont="Rancho"] Everyone wants a magical solution for their problem, yet everyone refuses to believe in magic. Kaneko was not really impressed by the events that happened. She admits that she did not see that coming, however. A girl impersonating a dead person? For the Ultimates at Hope's Peak, that would not be too hard. Just in bad taste, though.
After this, she began to make her way down from the roof. She wasn't concerned with what the teacher was doing to her.
With enough of her time being wasted, she just said "Goodbye. I might see some of you in either my shop or at school."
It was about time for her to leave, anyway. She wouldn't want to worry her little sister, even though she knew she could very well take care of herself. Words: ### | Tag: @username | Notes: notes
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(Student)
SHSL Body Double
(Year 1)
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Post by Chisaki Kunisada on Mar 14, 2017 4:03:57 GMT
[/i] Tsk. What a pain, man. The body double doesn’t say anything as the teacher finally releases his grip on her and instead just stands there with her hands folded across her chest in a pout. He was getting so upset over what had been a joke, and not even a joke that had been her idea to begin with. After a while when it becomes quite clear the young girl finally sighs, uncrosses her arms and bows her head in a sign of remorse. "...I'm sorry."She was going to get quite the lecture from this, she could just tell. [/ul]
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(Student)
SHSL Con Artist
(Year 2)
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Mar 14, 2017 8:37:51 GMT
"Kisuragi-kun, how are you?"
"Nice evening isn’t it, Kisuragi-kun?"
...What the fuck was going on? Chiaki was dead - murdered, but yet she's standing here right now. But no, this wasn't her. And it wasn't only him that had figured this out, that this one's a
"Fake," Hoshi uttered softly. It hit him in a few different stages - there was the grief, the tightening of his chest. Then came anger, but even if he knew objectively that this one was a goddamn actress, he couldn't bear to bring his anger-filled gaze at the direction of this almost perfect impersonation. He chose instead to lower his gaze, to let it fall down dejectedly in a similar fashion to the brief hint of idealistic hope that crashed and burned.
The fake-Chiaki started to run away. She passed by where he stood, and he chose to let her go. He heard the creak of the door behind him and he expected that to signal her disappearance, but the voice of Kyo sounded out instead. With his hands in his pockets, he shuffled sideways to watch as the fake-imposter flat out deny a need to apologize. Needless to say, the one that she ended up muttering out later on sounded a lot less genuine as a result.
They met eyes, the two of them. There were all sorts of feelings that reflected in his. Despite all that has happened, a part of him is savoring this final moment. Even if this Chiaki was a fake, at least... at least he got to see her again, in a cruel, distasteful sort of way.
After giving Kyo a small nod of acknowledgement and patting Kenji on the shoulder as he passed him by, Hoshi started walking to the other end of the roof. There were footprints left in the shape of teardrops, and he hoped that all of them would choose to leave him alone. He needed time to think. To think in solitude. Why weren't they leaving. Why weren't they leaving yet? There was the apology - that was done, a final bow-tie to wrap things up. So why, god, why did he still feel their gazes staring over his shoulders.
Were they actually staring at him? Why aren't they gone yet, what the hell are they sticking around for. He could look back, to sneak a second's glance to see if the gazes he felt were fake or real. But he didn't. He couldn't.
Goddammit, everyone, just... leave, please. If they didn't, he doesn't know what he's going to do. Bolt for the door and down the steps? Isn't that just creating an even bigger mess? So he could stay and talk. But he's in a mess right now, and any conversation won't work out at all.
The moment he hears the door shut, he's already imagining it now. When silence reclaims this rooftop, how peaceful everything would be. But for now though, Hoshi simply sat down. He sat down, closed his eyes, and started counting the seconds that were passing by.
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