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Post by Admin Nagito on Dec 19, 2015 3:48:12 GMT
Five★vacation of despair Hope’s Peak Academy, you must be living under a rock if you haven’t heard that name at least once in your life. What’s Hope’s Peak Academy exactly, it’s a school that guarantees success in life for its graduates. Not just anybody can attend this prestigious school though, you have to be invited though there are specific requirements. First and foremost you must currently be a highschool student, secondly you must be the in the top of your field. Hope’s Peak Academy gathers all of these Super High School Level students in one place.. Amazing right? It’s beautiful, such a talented group of students all gathered in one place. Truly lives up to its name, without of doubt it’s a school overflowing with hope.. However.. It’d be quite boring if things stayed that way wouldn’t it? I’m glad you’re on the same wavelength as me that’s making this much easier.. Hey, why don’t we play a game? What do you mean what kind of game? You haven’t been paying much attention have you? Now.. let’s get started.  It's your first day at Hope's Peak Academy, how exciting! You're not quite sure what to feel as you look up at the building towering above you.. Hope? Is that the word? Wait we're not going through this description again are we? I'd hate to repeat myself so we'll get right to the point.. When each student stepped into the entrance hall they all had the same experience, like their body was gradually growing weaker as everything around them turned into darkness. How strange? Did you faint from excitement? Nervousness? Doesn't really matter does it, but what does matter is that you don't appear to be past the precious gates of hope anymore. Resting in what appears to be some sort of chair or booth you managed to come back to your senses. Congratulations! Where are you though? How strange..
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Post by Hiro Nakahara on Dec 19, 2015 4:14:53 GMT
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| THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCE IN THIS WORLD Hiro stood looking up at the building in front of him. He couldn’t look back. The only thing that lay behind him was trouble, and here was where he could try for his second chance. To escape. Just like he had been doing for his whole life, running, running, running, wishing he could be anywhere but trapped. Hiro pushed his glasses up his nose and took a deep breath. None of that mattered anymore. All he could do was go forward, go forward. Take the step into the building. That was all he had to do, but he found himself hesitating. Could he really leave everything behind him? Could he really start off with a clean slate? Could he really forget all that had happened to him?
Hiro swallowed as he looked up at the building. He could feel the weight of his past bearing down on him, making it difficult to step forward. Hiro really had no one to say good-bye to, no one to hold him back, no one to tell him they loved him and nothing to go back to anyways. So why was it so hard to leave the past behind him? Clenching his fists, he chanted to himself to step forward, to accept the new life, and finally he found his foot moving forward and his hand thrusting forward to open the door, sporting a toothy grin.
“Hello Hope’s Peak –”
Then, the darkness claimed him.
Yet it seemed just moments later his eyes opened. The roof didn’t look like that, did it? It must. Wow, they must really have a budget. Hiro pushed himself up so he was sitting up and looked around. There were several people around. Huh. It must have been something about entering. Like, a ton of people passed out and they were just gathered here. After all, coming to Hope’s Peak was a big deal, especially for people like him, and a bigger deal to others.
“Huh. Weird.” Hiro stood up and immediately felt a rush to his head. Too fast. Too fast. The darkness tried to claim him again, his vision darkening, but he managed to stay awake this time. He leaned up against a nearby wall and watched the scene that would unfold before him.
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Post by Rui Matsumara on Dec 19, 2015 5:17:54 GMT
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Post by Lindsay Hiiragi on Dec 19, 2015 5:37:04 GMT
Hope's Peak Academy. it was the school everyone wanted to go to. Kids strived their entire lives for an opportunity like this. Through hard work and determination....Lindsay actually did it! She had interviewed quite a few students who were considered worthy by the school to be accepted as Ultimate students, but she never really thought she had a shot at Hope's Peak. Especially not yet. Lindsay was filed with a sense of determination. She would prove that she was worthy to attend Hope's Peak Academy. That her status as Ultimate Reporter wasn't just some fluke.
She was just about to walk into those gilded halls, to take her place among the most talented on earth...then she knew no more.
She woke up in what appeared to be some sort of hotel. She had spent a lot of time in hotels, including some pretty fancy ones. Already from what she could see this blew most of them out of the water.
Something felt wrong about this. Sure it could just be some sort of initiation or something but....why couldn't she remember arriving at this hotel? A cute blue haired girl said something about a brochure. Lindsay didn't remember getting a brochure but she couldn't help but laugh a bit. Something about her saying that in this odd situation just struck her as funny.
Whether this was a dangerous situation or not, the only thing the Reporter could do right now was watch and wait.
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Post by Zana Grimoire on Dec 19, 2015 7:13:17 GMT
Hope's Peak Academy.
She rolled her eyes as she approached the main doorway. To others, it may have seemed like some incredible accomplishment to even be accepted into this overdone institution, but to her it was just another school, with its own set of rules and restrictions. Of course, they would all be broken in time, by hers truly.
Well, at least the title is nice. SHSL Daredevil.. I like that.
Those were her last thoughts before her memory faded.
What happened after that? Ugh. Splitting headache.
She forced herself up and off the ground. Looking around, she found that she wasn't alone. Several other comatose people decorated the floor of this.. hallway, classroom, or something else entirely.
"What's going on? Ouch.. Where are we?"
Only two others had returned to consciousness, and one of them seemed ready to slip back into the void. She sighed.
"Some orientation this is. Certainly a good ice-breaker, though."
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Post by William Borealis on Dec 19, 2015 7:38:50 GMT
What an honor, to have been invited to this prestigious school, Hope's Peak Academy. Where the best of the best are gathered from all over the world. William was looking forward to meeting the wonderful students at the school. To be around those blessed by the Lord, given talents that go far and beyond those not favored. But most importantly, he was there to give his Order more world-wide recognition. He wanted to spread the principles the Lord had spoken.
He arrived at the entrance to the school. He took a step forward and then hit the ground. The world around him darkened....
He sprung up in a quick jolt!
His vision was hazy but he could make out about a dozen or so shapes in whatever room he was in. As his vision came back, he noticed the shapes were people around his age, some conscious, some not. He also noticed the tables and chairs all around them. He couldn't figure out what the room was. William was a little confused, as he had just woken up. Then, he suddenly remembered! Where was his shield?!?!? It was his most valuable possession! He looked around in panic, trying to find it.
He finally saw it behind one of the tables. He sprinted for it and clutched it as hard as he could with both hands. He got down on his knees, and began a prayer.
"Thank you Lord, for you have shown me the way again!"
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Post by Walker Hyde on Dec 19, 2015 7:46:02 GMT
♛ Getting to join the most famous school in all of Japan just for writing a blog.. What a fucking joke, but it's not like I'm fucking complaining. I get to live the easy life and relax at some fancy ass school for talented kids. Just having this school's name on my resume would probably get me any job I wanted. I sure am lucky.. Alright. Scratch that because as soon as I stepped into Hope's Peak my vision started getting blurry and darker. Almost as if I had been drugged or fainted from something like heat stroke. Why though? The hell did I do to deserve getting drugged and kidnapped? Everything was just kinda black. No thoughts. No dreams. It was more I was just existing in some sort of void. That's not true anymore is it? I'm having this fucking talk in my head like I'm a stupid anime character so I'm clearly conscious again. Gritting my teeth, I moved my bangs out of the way of my right eye to scratch the side of my head before all I could see from there was that pinkish shade I was so fond of. Other people appeared to be in this room with him as well, while others were being lazy pieces of shit with their damn eyes closed like they were still sleeping. Drop the damn act.. This looked like some fancy ass restaurant, whoever owns this damn place could probably buy and sell me five times over.
"Man. this school's got a hell of a budget.There was nothing like this in tha brochure."
"Some orientation this is. Certainly a good ice-breaker, though."
"We clearly aren't at some school you damn idiots." crossing my arms and biting the bottom of my lip, my usual bitterness had already started up. "Does this look like a classroom? It's clearly a restaurant, are you blind or something?"
These aren't students like me are they? That's almost a big of a joke as me even being invited here. Were they stupid or just blissfully ignorant? 343 words | @tagged | sorry if you hate him already ulla |
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Post by Kasima Mubande on Dec 19, 2015 7:47:20 GMT
"Hope's Peak... Academy? Is that... a good thing?"
Kasima didn't know how to feel when he stood before the gates. Was he supposed to be humbled, or to feel proud? He was invited as the SHSL Snake Charmer, though, so he figured that it was a good thing. He actually didn't know that the prestigious academy was a thing until the day he received the letter. What was so good about being able to charm snakes anyway? Just a few toots on a flute, and those animals were as tame as kittens.
When he entered the academy, the last thing he felt was his legs giving up before he passed out.
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When he regained consciousness, he looked around. "Woah.", he said. "T-this looks amazing!" Then the small boy noticed the other people in chairs just like his.
Kasima's instinctive reaction was to try and hide on his chair. There were way too many strangers there for his liking... But he would lie if he said that he himself looked out of place amongst all these strangers. There were a girl with turquoise hair in a single braid, a witch, a young man who looked like a knight, and a red-haired man who also looked super important. If they were like him, then they must also be talented.
Not all of them were awake yet, so he would have to wait before he could properly introduce himself.
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 19, 2015 8:10:00 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」"
Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack.
The unmistakable sound of high heels on solid ground sounded from the empty pavement of the pathway to the school. Swaying hips of a woman with a carefree posture could be found at the height of the long legs in the black footwear, the smooth skin of her thighs shown off by her scant white dress, the tails of the one-piece garment falling down past black stockings coming up to her knees. Noodle straps showed off her narrow shoulders, the left covered by a generously large traditional Japanese tattoo, themed the same shade of red as the color of her shoulder length hair, a strand of which falling past amber eyes as she took her final steps up to the front door of the towering school. Her arms crossed under her flat chest, her right hand on her left elbow and her left forearm dangling lazily at her side. She felt... Nervous. Truthfully, Akane wanted to keep a cool head about coming to this new school, but the butterflies in her stomach felt more like a nest of angry wasps after chucking a rock at them. And the worst part was it felt like the rock was still rattling around in her intestines. This was far worse than any pre-show anxiety she had back at home. At least on stage she had her band... Red hair shook violently with a quick motion to look back, golden irides glancing down the path behind her. Nobody was watching. If she really wanted to, she could abandon the place right now. Hell, she didn't even have to go home. A new town, a new life, right? "Who am I kidding?"Akane couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, her head downcast as she shook it lightly. Ditching school wasn't her thing, as typical it'd seem of a punk like her. She had some morals, and while ditching wasn't one of them, she did believe in keeping her word to her legal guardians, as well as not disappearing on them so suddenly. It was just a school after all, she told herself as she mounted the staircase, hand on the railing. She was sure she'd make new friends of some sort. After all, these individuals were supposedly at the top of their... Suddenly Akane's knees felt weak and her eyes felt heavy. Maybe the insects in her stomach were more than imagination? By the time she had regained consciousness she felt her breakfast coming up her throat, Akane rolling off of her side onto her front and propping herself up on her thin arms, eyes staring dead ahead at the decorative carpet. She burst into a coughing fit, some drool oozing from her gaping maw as she tried to hold her innards intact. She heard talking in the background. A man who seemed elated just to be alive. The tone of a man who sounded like he was born to demean others. A boy who seemed awestruck by something or other. She couldn't make out the words through the guttural sound of her dry heaving. Soon her sudden burst of activity devolved into heavy panting, the redhead nearly wanting to collapse into her small puddle of spit on the ground. Not wanting to further her scene, however, she toughed through it, rolling onto her rear and sitting against the furniture conveniently placed behind her. She was getting ready to sheepishly apologize, when she realized that she wasn't in the doorway of the school anymore, or even a nurse's office after the blackout. She was on the floor of a rather expensive looking hotel lobby. She'd trashed a few places like this before, but this one seemed too... Elegant. She didn't want to even think about messing up the blankets of a bed in this place, provided the rooms looked nearly as nice as the lobby did. She almost felt guilty for the spittle she got on the carpet after giving the room a look over. It took her a moment to even remember the room had others present, amber eyes dancing from person to person, Akane sitting as still as a deer in headlights. "...Sorry, all." @tag | 692 words | I miiight have went a little overboard. Wanted to make a good first impression. ^^ Too much? MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Yvette Francesca Dupont on Dec 19, 2015 9:56:28 GMT
Hope's peak really needed to get their acceptance policy checked,with some of these talents they accept.
It wasn't the first time one of her brothers would have made the joke at their sisters expense, and by now Rui had learned to let most things her dumb brothers say slide off her back. Being the ultimate something was quite the achievement. They were all just jealous....wait.
Whoops! This isn't Yvette's intro. My bad!
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Hope's Peak Academy. She had never heard of it. But she got a letter saying that Mr. Academy wanted her there. She's not going to listen to what the man wants her to do! So she decided that she would never even step inside of the school. Then she realize that she was trying to tell herself what to do! She ain't gonna listen to the woman!!!! So she got on a tricycle and made her way all the way to Japan from France. It only took her a month or two and dragging that tricycle through the ocean was certainly not an easy thing, not to mention of all the fish she had to kill to keep up her stamina and the water bottles she had to lug around with her for drinking, but she was finally here! The airport! She can use this airport to fly her straight to the French airport that is within walking distance of her house and use that to fly over to the Japanese airport where Mr. Academy was waiting for her. Or is it Mrs. Academy? She is known to confuse the two. Unfortunately, she left her wallet at hope in her other tricycle. Sad and disappointed, she decided to take a Journey. Yvette was just a small-town girl living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going to Mrs. Hope Academy. There she saw a city boy and immediately stole the shirt off his back when he wasn't looking. She always wanted a t-shirt with a stain that might be mustard or other yellow condiment, and now she has! She immediately sold it on e-bay before arriving in front of some building. Other people were walking inside of it talking about "Hope's Peak". Mrs/Mr. Academy is a P-I-M-P!!!! All these people flocking inside. She reasonably concluded that Pimp-Mastah Academy can be persuaded to give over 40% of her profits. And by persuading, she meant that she was going to stop breathing and force Hope to give her CPR. Then, she could sue him for molestation after successfully convincing the courts that she was part-mole and part-train station. Therefore, Hope gave CPR to mole-station, which made it illegal! It was fool-proof. She walked into the school and then passed out. When she awoke, she saw some strange people there. They asked her if she was alright and was told she was being brought to the nurse's station. She then went inside the school where she passed out again.
She awoke at the Nurse's Station that looked strangely like a restaurant. She looked around and saw various other patients. One of them was having some sort of psychotic episode next to a metal Frisbee. She looked around and tried to find the nurse of this establishment. Her eyes wandered from person to person until they rested on a red-head panting. Not only does this nurse's station look strangely like a restaurant, but the head nurse is secretly a dog! Everybody knows that dogs pant. To gain the Samuel L. Jackson's, the name she given to the Dog Nurse, trust, she'll have to become one. Luckily, years as a Courtroom Stenographer had trained her to become able to differentiate Angola and Florida on a map. She figured pretending to be a dog was exactly the same thing as geography.
"Meow Meow" woofed Yvette. Yvette preceded to lick Zach Eferon (she remembered that Samuel L. Jackson was in that godawful High School Musical movie and she didn't want Dognurse to be offended, so she changed her name to Boba Fett's dad's killer.) all over her face. She made sure every nook and cranny of her face was covered in saliva before she decided being a dog does not look good on her MySpace account, so she quickly decided to pretend to be a sprinkler system. Dog's love sprinklers and so does MySpace.
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Post by Aurélie Ebner on Dec 19, 2015 14:59:59 GMT
A shaky breath, and the unmistakable sound of small sobs. That was the best representation of Aurelie at the moment, as she approached the prestigious academy looming high above the clouds. It was large. Too large? Maybe, but she could at least appreciate the taste of the architect. For such a crazy situation, the building itself was rather mundane. Perhaps that was best, with the wacky characters that stepped quickly around and past Aure into the large doors of the school. A boy with a large eggshell turban, with beveled rubies wrapped delicately in goldleaf. His royal blue vest matched with the same gold trim, and his extremely naïve brown eyes. She had honed in on him, but he was gone before she could utter a broken word of greeting.
This was so, so far from home...but the neighbors had all wished her well, despite her short time in her new apartment. A new beginning, a hopeful one. So much promise, all in one building...? It seemed almost too good to be true! So gathering all her strength, the White Witch made one final wish-- “Please heavenly Father, let you be my guide.” --and sprinted for the doors, wiping tears from her blurry eyes. She weaved in and out of people precisely, trying her best not to hit them or interrupt their walk. And as she burst into the doors and let out a beaming smile, the world went dark. It was as if a fire had been extinguished— a fire, a fire, a fire, a fire...a fire...fi...re...f...i...r. . . e . . .
– Light harshly burned the Witch's eyes as she shot awake, letting out a small scream and clamping a hand over her mouth. This was...not Hope's Peak. At least, she hoped not. It was a bit too elegant. Sighing as she listened to the others' conversations, she ran her hands through her hair—or at least, tried to. A...a hat? That was unfamiliar. She started patting her body then, trying to see what else had changed while she had been asleep. What kind of sick person had done this? Her vision was starting to return now and...oh.
oh.
“M-My...I...oh, dear...” Someone had dressed the White Witch as, well, a witch. She could feel the tears coming on again, and she buried her face in her hands. This...restaurant, she supposed it was, as the pink-haired girl had said. She'd never seen one, and up til this point that had been a blessing. Too noisy, too busy, too rich...greed. It was greed.
"Thank you Lord, for you have shown me the way again!" That boy. He was dressed...well, armored. He was armored like a soldier from long ago, like Aure's mother had once shown her in the few picture books they had. She had always found a way to make those books different, though...with a magical touch that could only have caused a riot. Was he...from the past? Had she been transported? No, the turban-clad boy was also there. “Oh Father, your guide...may have been a bit misguided...”
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Dec 19, 2015 18:59:28 GMT
That mask you hide behind will make you feel confined.
you can choose to sleep on it, but soon you'll find it comes back around to haunt the reality you're so afraid to face.
| It might have been the first day for Hoshi Kisuragi, but it certainly wasn't the first time someone has donned this outfit through these school doors. This particular mask and hoodie have been sighted on school grounds before, though the specifics of it all are a tale for another time.
Standing in front of Hope Peak's entrance, a shiver of excitement ran through him. No longer was he damned to a boring life back in that small town. The shackles that he was bound by had been ripped apart and tossed away without a second thought – the fact that he was standing here, amongst this buzzing crowd, this alone was testament to the success of his plan. It was a brilliant idea, and thinking back to it filled him with giddy glee. Executed without a hitch.
Still, it's going to take some time to get used to this mask he was forced to wear. Not to mention the occasional disbelief at what he saw in the mirror, something which he hopes will quickly peter out over the course of a few days. The hoodie however, he felt natural in that from the get-go, so things end up somewhat balancing each other out.
Besides, a HPA experience was well worth the effort. People would kill for this if given a chance.
Each step he took towards the school only reassured him that everything would work out just right. It was an optimistic belief, if not a necessary one. Still, sometimes all the stars in the night sky just happen to align the way you want them to. But despite all this effort to remain positive, snaking tendrils of doubt and fear still lingered in the crevices of his mind. In the darkness it laid and wait, primed for a chance to strike.
Comforting himself by muttering a brief message to someone dear in his heart, he tried to dissuade those negative thoughts. Even if she wouldn't have approved of this path he took... no, there's no use getting emotional now. He wouldn't go down that twisted road ever again – it led to nowhere good, for there is no hope in that hellish train of thought. No hope at all.
Gritting his teeth and balling his hands, Hoshi fought back the stinging tears that threatened to spill. Through the spikes that pierced his heart, he took a step forward. Even if she wouldn't have forgiven him, he chose to bet all-in on the future. If.. if he could surround himself with immeasurable wealth and success, wouldn't that lessen the loneliness that plagued his every hollow footstep? In the very least, wouldn't it make it more bearable?
But before he could contemplate any more, the red-eyed snake struck. Blackness consumed him, wrapping him in a claustrophobic cloak. Hoshi felt his legs give way, and he fell to the ground face first.
What seemed like mere moments later, snippets of conversation penetrated through the thick bleakness. Softly groaning as he stood up, the numbing pain he felt across his face was soothed somewhat by cool, refreshing air. It brushed against his naked skin, and that brought on a startling realization – his mask wasn't fastened on!
Overrun by a wave of panic, he hardly noticed the rabble of people around him. His attention quickly locked on to a familiar colored object, the sight of which almost made him cry not out of joy, but of despair. The mask was destroyed by the impact of the fall, pieces of it scattered across the floor. Hoshi took a step back, trying desperately to tell himself that everything was the opposite of what he currently saw.
Only then did he notice through frantic, darting eyes the change in his surroundings. Wherever he was, it wasn't Hope's Peak. That meant.. that meant safety. Safety from the giant bullet that just barely passed him by, and he was content with that for now. Sheepishly looking at the people around him, Hoshi chose to quietly distance himself from the mess on the ground, hoping that nobody would ask him any questions.
He wondered how much these people knew about the nature of the SHSL Con Artist. Are they privy to the knowledge that the person holding that title chose to hide his identity beneath a mask and hood? Do they even know that the title existed to begin with? This is all troubling, very troubling, and with his nerves on such edge as they are.. perhaps his only hope left was in the alignment of stars up above.
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Post by Ava Seirito on Dec 19, 2015 23:21:09 GMT
 | TAGGED ⇐ Drip. A blinding magenta. Drip. Beautiful sky blue mixed in with it. Drip. The purest silver rusted. Drip. Memories of it filling in the void. Drip. Constant questions that don't have an answer, why? Don't know. Life doesn't have any sort of written out quests or a set in stone story. How was she supposed to know this wasn't the way to live? It's as if she was just a tool used when somebody needed her. She wasn't though, she never wanted to be just a tool. How was she supposed to know that was what needed to be done though? Her ability with a blade in her younger years was almost robotic, like she was simply a robot programmed to wield the blade of the kingdom. A life with a single meaning was all she knew until she had been invited to a school where she had the ability to start over and be her own person.. Was it possible though, how exactly would somebody go about starting fresh? She didn't know anybody, nobody knew her. She was just some English girl with a sword, well a wooden one. They wouldn't let her take her actual blade onto school grounds. It was sad, but she was used to following orders. There was no second thought. She just listened. Was that ability her own downfall? It's quite possible really.. Waking up in some strange room was obviously not the best way to start a school year.. Brushing her pure hair out of her eyesight, her baby blue eyes began scanning the surroundings. Fifteen. Fifteen others where enclosed with her, the room itself reminded her a lot of the castle's dining hall. It blows you away the first time you enter but you gradually become accustomed to the luxury of life once you are living in it. How could Ava forget? Others usually forget about her so she had to remember for them.. Looks like she forgot this time too, was she picking up traits or did she simply forget because of her new surroundings.. Either way it filled her with such a sad feeling that she would even forget about her own body. Her attire was the same as usual. Her black ribbon was atop her head and off to the side, Greenish vest and the pure white undershirt that she put on this morning were all in place as well. Unlike her golden counterpart, she was in quite more casual attire. Why would you wear your armor to school? Shield and everything.. He's definitely completely different from her. A shield was unnecessary for her, the job was easily done with her normal blade or two. A strong offense is often the best defense with her fighting style. Switching back to her surroundings her fellow students were in a confused state with varying reactions. These were students like herself is all she could gather from conversations taking place. Standing to her feet, she decided she must take control of the situation at hand, she could already not trust her fellow knight. How would she become the one in control? Surely they wouldn't trust her right away. Most probably have never even heard of her before. Clearly the best starting point. Her voice raised to the point where everyone could hear her, but not a deafening screech, she made her introduction. " There is no need for panic any longer! Fellow students, I am Ava. The Super High School Level Knight. Our current situation is definitely anything but normal but we should all stay calm and figure this out together!" her voice had a very mature tone. Almost as if she was a mother, with determination to guide her young down the right path. "The most intelligent course of action right now would be to calm ourselves and get a better grasp on our surroundings." ⇒ NOTES'N'WORDS |
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Post by Hasao Takeo Yoshida on Dec 20, 2015 7:56:23 GMT
 Handheld Dream Shot in hell
Raven hair and a bright red, blinking light were vividly noticeable in the courtyard of Hope's Peak Academy. A certain film director was rather enthusiastic about his upcoming career as one of the stars in the upcoming show he called "Super High School Level Superstars!". It was a bit egotistic, but he was sure none of the other students would certainly mind the title. It wasn't everyday that you got to be on camera, after all!
Now, would this ever be a series that aired on live television? The answer was more than likely a firm no from the producers at the studio; but hey, it was worth a shot. Perhaps something truly mystifying would occur in this prestigious school, thrilling enough to spark interest in the daily lives of men, women, and children everywhere!
The boy and his camera surveyed the scenery quite thoroughly, the teen seeming to monologue along with the recording.
"It's a beautiful day here at Hope's Peak! The birds are chirping, the grass is green, and there's not a single cloud in the sky! What a fantastic day to introduce myself to the people I'll be spending the remainder of my school years with! They're all practically celebrities, whether it be locally or nationally!" The bubbly man in an olive green overcoat proclaimed all of this loud enough for practically the whole school to hear. It seemed as if his level of speaking broke even the standards for "outside" voices. He remained charismatic nonetheless. "Let's head inside to meet all of our fellow classmates!" Boots thumped onto the solid steps of the stairway leading to the front door, camera aimed straight ahead at the glass doors of the school. He shoved them open with his free hand, the other turning the camera to record his own face. "Here we aaaa-- ... ShhhzzzzBRRrrrr--" The rest of the tape cut to a drone of static, Hasao sitting in the corner of the room with a pout on his thin lips. His spirit and charisma seemed to be in shambles. The film director's twenty minutes of recording gone down the drain. He'd never get such a genuine intro again, upset that any further attempts would be staged and frankly, unbelievable. He was a director! Not an actor! Big brown eyes glanced up from his handheld camera, glancing around the well lit room to survey the groggy bodies of others whom he did not recognize. They all seemed just as confused as he did, if not more so. At least he had his tape to get his bearings on what had occurred up to before the fade out to nothingness. Everyone else seemed disoriented; a woman licking the face of a redhead who frankly seemed green in the face. A few praising a deity of some sort. All that remained were several who seemed totally out of it, each silently trying to make sense of the situation. Hasao of course didn't even think twice about the strange pass out and being moved to somewhere other than the school entirely, instead considering ways to salvage his homemade series. Discretely he pulled up his camera and began to record the chaos of the room, especially zooming in on the face-licking action going on across from him. Comedy certainly sliced up a slice of life series, after all... | 0555 WORDS | | TAGGED | | SHORT NOTE |
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Post by Jamie Hale on Dec 20, 2015 15:47:34 GMT
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | Haah, Hope's Peak, huh...? Flat green eyes stared up at the building with clear disinterest. For a place so elite, the school building was strangely unimpressive and didn't make much of a first impression. In fact, Jamie was pretty sure his own local high school's buildings were far more aesthetically appealing than this mud-colored building. Maa, whatever. He was here to educate himself, not to determine whether the building exterior suited his tastes.
After reaching up to readjust the checkered cap pulled firmly over his head, Jamie shoved both hands into the pockets of his vest and sighed. He hadn't seen any reason to put any more effort into dressing than he usually did, so he'd gone with the usual: white vest over a black, checker-sleeved t-shirt with boots and dark cargo capri pants. A black scarf and a pair of fingerless black gloves completed his outfit.
All in all, he still wasn't entirely sure what was so great about coming to this school; he wasn't ambitious. Staying home fooling around in the workshop or being a homebody was fine with him, and he didn't need some prestigious school to ascertain his future when, in his humble opinion, what he'd already had planned had been good enough. It wasn't much, but he'd tried to make the most, and that had to amount to something.
Except it hadn't, not when the prospect of a "bright and shining future" and the chance to attend the best school on the small island nation of Japan - stupid really when he hadn't a drop of Asian blood in his veins - were being dangled before his family, and it was only through their expectations that Jamie found any inclination to attend at all. Seemed like brand names were forces to be reckoned with.
One step. Two steps. How long would he have to stay here again? Three steps. Four steps. The glass door was finally in reach. Fi-
"Ngh..." Shit, what time was it? As much as he wanted to curl on his side and go back to sleep, Jamie needed to wake the girls and get them to school because Henri sure as hell wou- No, wait, something wasn't right. Tensing once he realized this was an involuntary reflex, but Jamie tried his best to shove his instinctive rush of panic onto the back burner and relax against the carpet despite the given circumstances. Stay calm. This wasn't a first; he'd be fine, he'd be fine. It didn't help that his back was exposed to the air, but at least it wasn't something as vulnerable as his chest and stomach, and even better, his limbs were still free.
Judging from the voices sounding throughout the room, it seemed like there were other people present, and that the place was... pretty big. Confusion, awe, and then one particularly grating "There is no need for panic any longer! Fellow students, I am Ava. The Super High School Level Knight. Our current situation is definitely anything but normal but we should all stay calm and figure this out together!"
...Fellow students? Seemed like their captives weren't in the room then, if the clandestine announcement was anything to go by. O...kay. Next then, sight. Cautiously squinting open his eyes, Jamie fought down the absurd amount of relief that came with the welcome sight of his cap visor. Too many times, too many times... Anyway, beyond it seemed to be... Tables and chairs? Was this some sort of fancy cafeteria?
At this point, Jamie decided to just push himself up into a sitting position and get a better look around, since it didn't seem like there was anything too hostile there so far. A restaurant. That was where he was. And a really high-class one at that. The image was slightly ruined by the clunky-looking security camera situated in one of the corners of the room. Geh, cameras. This stunk of fish all over. Was it for gathering blackmail material? Eh, could be. It'd already happened to him one too many times for him to not consider it a possibility. So then, now what? Guess he'd have to wait and see. And no, panicking was not an option. |
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