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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 27, 2015 15:44:57 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" An agitated woman with vibrant scarlet hair leaned over a pile of ball of pink, golden eyes taking in the sight of the stained fabric caused by sloppy sorting. For the woman's first time doing laundry, the results weren't catastrophic as one would imagine, but to Akane's dismay her favorite white undershirt was now a bright pink coloring. The sight of it disgusted her, chin in her palm and long fingers gently tapping against her cheek in consideration. At the very least the rest of her clothing was the proper coloring; but this irritated her to no ends. It wasn't helping that the thing seemed a little... Wet. Maybe she should toss it back into the dryer? It seemed redundant to risk things any further, and the looming thought of potential shrinking was in the back of her head as well. It was a little oversized as it currently was, but that was how she liked things. Tight clothing suited her figure, but she didn't need to accentuate her curves – or lack thereof – when she was already in good shape. It came natural to somebody who rocked the stage two or three times a week. That didn't even include the other things she did to stay in shape; training regiments, certain dieting to prevent sickness, etc. If nothing else, baggy clothes were just comfortable. The vocalist wasn't sure in what direction her train of thought was speeding anymore. Her mind tended to wander when she upset, searching for some sort of solace in her comforts. She should try to remain optimistic, especially at a time like this. Her black glove took bundle in hand and tossed it in her basket, lifting the light weight of the pile and bringing it to the nearby table. She set the container on the tabletop and leaned forward, spreading her hands against the white counter as she eyed the wall absentmindedly. "God, what I'd give for a smoke right now..." The redhead huffed impatiently, listening to the soft drone of the washer as she awaited her final load. She was only glad she was alone in this godforsaken room, able to avoid further embarrassment after the disastrous incident. At second thought, she reached for the basket and buried the pink top further into her mound of clothing, hoping it'd stay out of the eye of the public while ultimately pushing it back into her subconscious. Out of sight, out of mind, right? MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Dec 28, 2015 15:12:45 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.
| Hoshi woke that day with tears in his eyes. Mornings like these weren't something that frequently happened, though a solemn day it usually became when it does. He laid with his arms outstretched, willing his body and mind to sink back into the land of dreams.
They were at a theme park this time, one that boasted a huge towering ferris wheel. Carnival games adorned both sides of the street, ever so diligent in their promises of easily-obtained prizes. Stuffed animals line the shelves, though the girl by his side had her eyes set only on one - the pink elephant she now clutching to her chest.
While she was insistent that it didn't make her too overjoyed, he saw the twinkle in her eye as she scanned for a prize. That, and how her body language obviously suggested otherwise.
Hoshi woke today morning with that dream, and it lingered in the back of his mind ever since. Pacing back and forth in the hallway outside his room, he struggled to decide on what to do. Each hollow footstep made him feel worse than the one prior. It was hard enough to deal with back home, and these new surroundings only proved to be yet another boulder on his back.
With a weary sigh, he pushed open toe doors to the laundry room. Seeing as how they'll be stuck here for quite some time, he thought it wise to check out the machines they had available.
Stepping through the doors, his eyes trudged up from the ground to meet the beautiful red-hair from before. He remembered reading about her the night prior on the Student ID, and come to think of it, what he read might have also played a part in triggering that dream. After all, Akane's title did dig up a particular memory.
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It was a school day lost to the passage of time. The two of them were spending time together as they usually did, chatting about this and that after the final bell for the day had rang. He could still remember her words bubbling with excitement and ambition as clearly today as they sounded back then, many years ago during that midsummer's eve.
"I want to be the vocalist of my own rock band!" she said, each and every word reflecting the enthusiasm harbored in her heart.
"You don't know the first thing about music, Miyo." said Hoshi, well used to scenes like these. What she wanted in the future was always different from one week to the next, though this one about rock had lasted for far longer than the rest.
"We're still young, aren't we? There's time for us to learn. Besides, I even picked up a book the other day." Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a thick book that went on and on about music theory and this and that. Pushing it over to him, Hoshi responded with a questioning gaze. Seeing his reaction, she stifled a laugh and gave him her answer.
"This one's for you, silly. I've decided that we're in this together."
"You're actually serious about this, aren't you?"
Grinning, she answered with a "When am I ever not?", happily ignoring the countless other passions she's had and lost over the years.
Hoshi fell asleep that night with his cheek down on the pages of that sprawled out book, having found it much more interesting that he had initially thought. Little did he know that Miyo did the same, though her study session was one sprinkled with daydreams of them both on a stage.
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The sight of their rock vocalist in person brought this memory back for a second time, forcing his eyes to betray a less-than-subtle hint of pain. "Hey.." he choked out, giving her a sad, wavering smile. "I'm guessing you've already seen my title?" With his hands in his pockets, he fidgeted on the spot. "If it makes you uncomfortable, just say the word and I'll step out. I'll find somewhere else to go."
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 28, 2015 22:20:07 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" Akane looked up from the mound of laundry, amber eyes gliding up along the tiled floor to the mans distraught face. Was it something she had done? She sighed, waving his statement off after a momentary silence. "It's fine. The past is in the past." In truth she had barely glanced over the other student profiles, only really catching glimpses at some of the individuals that really stood out. Like that Yvette girl, for instance. She took a long glance at her profile to ensure that she'd always be at least twenty feet away from that psychopath. She'd also try to distance himself from a few others, specifically the more religious of the bunch. Those kids were like nails on a chalkboard to her ears. "The contents of this room are public property after all. Who am I to tell you to get out...?" She gave a wholehearted chuckle, trying to lighten the mood up just a bit. She wasn't particularly the optimistic type, but couldn't help but figure it was better to ease up the tension before the awkward silence sunk in. Akane fixed her posture, sitting upright against the back of the metal chair she sat in and legs crossing carefully. One elbow propped itself upright on the table, the woman coolly resting her cheek against the back of her palm. Her other gloved hand laid lazily in her lap, loosely balled up into a fist. "Although, it doesn't seem you're looking to do laundry. Something on your mind? I'm all ears for the next..." She glanced back at the machines. "Ten to fifteen minutes." Hoshi Kisuragi | 267 words | Slow reply because I got a late Christmas present that I've been fiddling around with + I was out of home. >u> Sorry~ I'll be more responsive at this point on. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Dec 29, 2015 8:33:31 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.
| Hearing the girl's chuckle comforted him somewhat. Pulling out a chair, he gave her a genuine smile - a silent thanks - and slumped into the seat. Initially, the drone of washing machines were all that the girl's inquiries was met with. The hooded boy was tongue-tied about where to start, but he didn't feel it right to give in to silence.
"I had a good dream about.. about a close friend. We were at a carnival," he said, still struggling to speak her name out loud. It's been ages since he had heard anyone, himself included, say that girl's name, and he didn't feel it right to break that silence. "Sometimes there's just nothing crueler than a happy dream."
Even though a soft sigh was let out, it did feel like a huge weight's been lifted off of him. And for that, he was thankful. "I know it's stupid to keep someone locked up in my heart for this long, but I just can't help it." At this point, these words were more for him than it was for her, but he rambled on regardless. "I was there when the world robbed her away from me. A fucking drunk driver." His eyes glazed over as he spoke, flashes of that night coming back to haunt. Screeching tires, a growing pool of blood, these sights came and went, though one stayed behind to stare right back at him - the smile she had so desperately forced herself to leave him with.
And then, he remembered that he wasn't the only one in the room. Sheepishly looking back at her, he muttered a word of apology. "Sorry Akane, for forcing you to sit through that. It did make me feel better, so I guess I'll have to thank you too."
For no good reason, the image of the bear popped back into his mind, prompting him to voice out something that bugged him greatly. "I'm still upset that the bear's colors match the ones on my clothes," he said with a chuckle. "I don't think I can ever look at this in the same way ever again."
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 29, 2015 9:54:58 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" White teeth bit into glossy pink lips anxiously in consideration as the melancholic man across from her recollected on a brief moment in history. She had her own share of unwelcome memories, slowly beginning to surface. Her eyes lost focus for only a moment, Akane quickly regaining her grasp reality. Her lips flattened against one another, pupils searching the bright room momentarily before flicking back to the hooded boy. "I suppose each of us has skeletons in our closet." Akane commented, her voice a bit quiet. She smiled with what was almost a laugh at the thought of such a closet. "The door must be nearly off the hinges for some people, huh? Not hard to see why some snap." She supposed she could consider herself among that headcount, although some of it was petty stuff. But, some things... Her eyelids closed calmly, taking a deep breath and letting out a soft huff. The vocalist's own past was better off locked away, the redhead more than capable of pushing certain incidents out of mind after a bit of work in therapy. When her golden eyes opened once more she seemed relaxed, head tilting into her fist just a bit, her posture a lot more formal than moments ago. "I'd suggest tossing the hood into the washing machine with a red garment, but I think one sorting mishap is more than enough for today." The machine buzzed, almost if on cue with her lighthearted joke. Akane sighed, standing to her heeled feet and leaning over the table to grab her basket. "Anything else on your mind while you're on the subject? I don't mean to pry, but it never hurts to ask. It's a stressful week for a lot of us I imagine." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Dec 31, 2015 8:17:08 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.
| While what she was doing could be considered basic decency, Hoshi was thankful for it all the same. Some of the others around here were.. slightly off, to say the least. Giving her a chuckle, he responded to her comment about dying it pink with a "I think that'll just make it look even more alien."
It was now at a point where he felt able to truly relax, letting out a soft sigh as he loosened his shoulders, sinking further down the chair. With his head laid back on the chair's top rail, he stared up to the blank ceiling - an empty canvas for his thoughts to drift. He's been doing a lot of talking, and the girl's done nothing but offer to hear more, making him feel that much more guilty about the girl's own telltale sights of ghosts.
"Speaking of a stressful weak, how about yourself, Akane? How are you faring?" he tentatively asked, unsure of how well she'll take to his prying words. "It's not fair of me to just selfishly talk your ears off," said Hoshi, giving the rock vocalist a lighthearted smile as he turned to look in her direction. "People do say that I'm a better-than-average listener."
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 31, 2015 8:39:13 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" She stared blankly into her laundry at the question, unsure herself. Akane wasn't against talking about how she was doing, but she was barely aware of that herself. The initial rude awakening had made her consider her own mortality, but since then she hadn't really had a care for the whole situation. What happened, happened. Nothing was going to stop her or anyone else from getting killed some point down the line, especially with this roster of students. "I've... Been fine. This is practically a vacation from the evils of the real world." She let out a huff of breath, her shoulders drooping just a bit as she admitted it. "Can't say I don't miss the outside, but the quiet of this school is certainly welcome." She had a subtle smile on her lips, gaze downcast at the now-silent machine she leaned on lazily. She didn't particularly care if she ever saw the outside world again, for that matter. Who was genuinely waiting for her, and not her talent? "Although, I will miss the parties. And I guess the same fifteen people'll get stale after awhile. Even less people if you count out the nut-jobs like that Yvette chick. Then there'll surely be a death or two before we all really have a true grip on the situation. When the pool of students is whittled down, things'll only get slower and slower. Unless, of course, Monokuma decides to toss in some fresh meat in the near future, but that sounds like it'd contradict the whole point of this... Game." She paused briefly, letting out a drawn out breath from her barely parted mouth. Her whole body rose and shrunk with the inhale and exhale respectively, Akane trying to quit her rambling. "...Sorry, I don't suppose that's what you meant to ask, huh?" She chuckled, shaking her head slowly. Her bangs fell out of place with every motion from side to side, a black glove coming to her forehead to brush the hair out of her tired eyes. "I'm not good at this sort of thing." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Dec 31, 2015 9:36:19 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.
| All of a sudden, the Akane's back looked awfully frail and lonely. He listened in silence to the girl's woes, gaze drifting away from her person to look back up to the blank roof of this room, a sight that served only to deepen the emotional impact of her words.
A part of him regretted asking the question, feeling awful for having cast a negative hue over the girl's day. While it did beg the question of whether it be better to keep things shut inside, or to let them all out, it's sadness either ways.
"That Yvette girl gives me the creeps too - I can't help but glance the other way every time I catch sight of her," commented Hoshi, sharing her opinion for their local stenographer. "And hey, who knows, maybe some of us could get together for an awesome party one day," he said, tone soft and comforting, though it too was tinged by a drop of unshakable sad blue. Lamenting the thought of such a happy event, his mind drifted and cast long, dark shadows for a few silent moments. The girl's breathing was audible, and it hurt to listen to.
Her first sentence still hung in the air, the brief comment about the evils of the world. He wanted to say something back then, to share the story he kept locked away. After all, there's already so much he had confided to her, and she didn't seem like someone that would judge him too harshly. 'The past is in the past,' words that Hoshi was grateful to hear, though he wondered at what point was there a limit set in stone.
For no good reason other than a weakness that plagued him, he made up his mind to take the risk. If.. if everything works out alright, that'll make at least one person in this world he could feel at ease with - his reflection in the mirror was far from comforting, for his soul hadn't yet made peace with his sullied hands.
He sat up and turned the other way, unable to bear her possible awful reaction. Balling his hands into tight fists, he built up courage and finally tried to speak up, but the words had caught in his throat. It felt as if a weight was pressed down on him, but a second attempt was made nonetheless, this time managing to start out with a shaky croak of her name.
"A-Akane, If there's anyone here to tell this to, it's probably best if it were you. I'm.. I'm not the true Con Artist of Hope's Peak. Sure, I did my own things back in the day, but it was the original guy that roped people like me into becoming his helping hand." Pausing for a deep, shaky breath, the silence in the air weighed heavily on his mind. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for what he was about to speak out next. "I.. I got rid of him, with a plan to take over his place at HPA." Laughing bitterly, he continued. "But I never made it past the doors. I fell down, and the next thing I knew I woke up.. wherever here is."
Hoshi thought back to what he saw as a failure, but little did he know of his wiped out memories - ones that told a tale about how he had everybody fooled, and that he was but a week away from graduation. That version of him was filled with confidence, a big difference from the scared boy he currently was.
Tears made their way out regardless of his squeezed shut eyes, stinging every inch of the way. "I.. I bloodied my hands for nothing. I thought that if I had at least the success of Hope's Peak, it'll make me feel better, less lonely and afraid and caught up with things in the past." His voice was breaking, and he prayed that nobody else were to walk in. "If you surround yourself with luxuries and riches, that makes things better, doesn't it? It does, doesn't it?" he questioned, desperate for at least some semblance of reassurance. He didn't want to believe that his plan was flawed to begin with - that would have been too much to bear, on top of everything already stacked up.
"I got rid of a guy for nothing.. If.. if she were here, she wouldn't forgive me, and I have nothing to show for it," he muttered, feeling himself standing devastated by a cliff's edge, a spot where all broken people had once planted their feet before taking the final plunge. It felt as if a piece of himself had broken off, shattering as it hit the ground. It hurt. It hurt so bad.
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 31, 2015 23:37:00 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" Pale hands in satin gloves trembled as she listened to his woes. She wasn't scared, just shaken. He seemed remorseful, and she commended him for that. She had the feeling he wouldn't be able to kill and get away with it, at the very least. The fact that he admitted it made her feel safer than she had moments ago with her back turned to him. She gripped the handles of her basket to steady her wavering fingers. She didn't have to turn her head to know that Hoshi was crying, she found it pretty obvious just from his voice. Akane was reminiscent of her own breakdowns, although she couldn't say that her guilt was similar. "I... Don't know what to say." The redhead was flustered with her own emotions of shock and awe of his confession. He wouldn't lie about something like that, would he? She supposed he was a con artist, but he had nothing to gain from lying like this. It only put more suspicion on himself, unless he was relying on that train of thought. The looming shadow of disbelief loomed in the back of her head, Akane pushing it away for sympathy. "I know it doesn't mean much, but... I'm sorry." The words hung in the air with some intensity, the room silent for a moment before the sound of the machine door opened with a clang of heavy metal, Akane beginning to retrieve her clothes and tossing them into the dryer. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Jan 2, 2016 5:19:19 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.
| There really wasn't much left to say.Hoshi sat there in broken silence, Akane's comforting words hanging in the air.
"It means something, in the very least," muttered Hoshi. "Thanks. You.. you don't deserve to be put through a game like this."
A thought begun to cross his mind - if he decided to retreat further into his shell, to put up even more walls, would that give him the strength he needed to live through this? Other than a few select individuals, it wouldn't he hard for him to cease caring about all the others.
Maybe that isn't such a bad idea after all.
"Say, if you ever need a favor or anything, just let me know. I owe you for hearing me out," said Hoshi, already decided that Akane was one of those select. Perhaps it was selfish of him to come to that conclusion by himself, maybe even disrespectful, but it's a choice that he's sticking with.
The tears had cleared his mind, allowing him to think clearly for the first time ever since he had woke in this twisted world. A reign of his emotions has to stop - he can't allow himself to harbor a broken heart.
But, in the end, only the deities above can tell what the future holds. For all he knew, even this plan of his could end up in desolate ruin.
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Jan 2, 2016 7:21:46 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" "I don't suppose you have a smoke, do you?" she almost joked with him, once more calm and collected. Akane knew the things would be detrimental to her health in the far future, but at times like these they were the key to unwinding. "They... Remind me of simpler times." In truth they specifically reminded her of her father. Even if the damned things killed him, she couldn't deny that a puff of smoke made her reminiscent of her dad relaxing after a long day of work. She didn't know if there were rules against smoking indoors, or if any of the other students would've had something along those lines, but it was worth a shot. She stood in silence as the dryer ran for what seemed like an eternity, the buzzer finally ringing and the redhead collecting her things. Her motions were slow and careful, almost as if expectant of something to burst in the door at the very last moment. Perhaps the bear of the damned wanted to barge in and confirm her anti-cigarette policy? Regardless of the last second humorous thought lingering in her mind she finished her laundry at last without suffering anymore coloring casualties, Akane starting towards the door. She stopped right before the ajar slab of wood, creaking on its hinges as she started to open it. "Take it easy, though. You know where to find me if you manage to get a hold of a pack." She chuckled quietly to herself as she shook her head slowly, making her way out into the hallway with those parting words. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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