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Post by Sunny Hiraki on Dec 20, 2015 19:25:51 GMT
Chirping sounds coming from the birds. The sound of engines moving tons of steel. The touch of concrete with rubber with wool. Right. Straight. Left. Stop. Straight. Right. There.
Hope Peak Academy. There is no mistake. Even being the first day off school, with the roads full of cars, there is no way to miss this smell: the fragrance of something both new and old. A strong feeling of pride and greatness is around me, coming from the building, which contain the greatest people of this generation. Maybe I shouldn't be here. But I already am. There is no mistake. The only thing i can do is keep going forward. So with all my will, i bring myself one step closer.
And them everything stops.
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Post by Monokuma on Dec 21, 2015 5:58:58 GMT
The lights in the entire room went dark and smoke rose from the ground onto the stage. A trapdoor like hole opened up on stage as a moderately large platform ascended, new lights flickering on and fixating towards center stage. The smoke faded almost as suddenly as it appeared, revealing the stubby monochromatic bear on the stage.  "Such an amazing entrance just for me? You shouldn't have~ Oh well, at least you can see my cute face a lot better now." he spoke in such an apart tone and seemed to be blushing? ..Is that even possible?  "Anyways, welcome to Hotel Despair! I'm Manager Monokuma, your fluffy adorable hotel manager! Since you all are going to be staying here from today forwards I came here to inform you of the hotel's rules and regulations! You can find all of these in your e-Handbooks, which should still be in your possessions. Upupu~ You are still students after all!"
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Post by Rui Matsumara on Dec 21, 2015 6:57:00 GMT
[/i] Well, somebody was personable, weren't they? While some people might have gotten angry at the bluntness of the other boy's tone, and maybe even would have been justified in doing so, Rui couldn't help but smile. Sheesh, she's heard more scathing remarks when someone took the last slab of cured ham from the dinner table than from mister wanna be edgy mother fucker over here. Really, it was quite humorous. "That's quite tha sharp tongue fer someone who dresses like their mom still picks out yer clothes every mornins." ...Okay, so maybe she was a little upset.Making a show of glancing the male up and down, Rui clicks her tongue in disappointment, twisting her turquoise braid nonchalantly around her index finger as she spoke. "I mean, those colors don't go with yer color palette at all. It's a shame, really. As more and more people woke up, each of them making less of an impression than the next, it took all Rui had to not just go back to sleep in what seemed to be a pretty fancy hotel. Heh, just wait til her pops and her brothers back home heard that she got set up in such a fancy place. It probably would have been a lot nicer, had the lights not chosen to go out right then and as smoke rose out of the ground., out popping a little rotund black and white bear...robot thing. As the mechanical creature spoke (kind of? there had to be a speaker box, of a voice cassette inside.) about hotel despair, and how he was the manager and blah blah blah, to be honest while all this was going on, there was really only one thought that went to her mind. "those colors don't really work with his palette either.""Hey hey, whats up with this thing? A toy?" [/ul] |
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Post by Yvette Francesca Dupont on Dec 21, 2015 7:05:10 GMT
"I have a question. Isn't it technically all rooms in this hotel a hotel room? I mean, the restaurant is in a hotel and it's a room. This means that I can sleep here. Isn't that right?"
Years of being a courtroom stenographer made her quite prone to catch contradictions a lot faster than normal people. She was like a regular Phoenix Wright. Except she had titties. Unless Phoenix is secretly a woman...or has man boobs... That would be horrifying. Man boobs flopping around every time he point. Edgeworth would probably puke a lot more. The judge will dismiss the case and declare Phoenix victor every time because of his man boobs. There would never be guilt ever again. Everyone will always be innocent of whatever they do. Soon, criminals will commit crimes in broad daylight in front of hundreds of witnesses just because they know that they'll be proven innocent. Chaos would erupt! People will go out and murder each other out of jealousy, revenge or the simple fact that their lives are a hindrance to the killer is some way shape or form. Japanifornia would come down hard from riots, murders and terrorism. The country would have to bomb the entire city just to end the riots. The decision won't be taken lightly by the United Nations. They will say that the government acted against the rights of the honest people in the city. Due to the atrocities, war will commence and war has either changed or never will change depending if you are more in the fandom of Metal Gear Solid or Fallout series. World War III will start. The United States of Japan verses the rest of the world. Eventually, the USJ will be defeated and a half of a billion people will parish in USJ alone. All because of man boobs. She shed a tear while continuing to lick Akane's face.
She was no longer doing it because of pretending to be a dog, oh no. She was doing it for the lives lost in the United States of Japan. All the children who died in a nuclear holocaust due to man boobs and how humanity gets sicken by them.
"This is for you USJ." she whispered into Akane's ear. "This is for you." She will make sure every lick counts. She will no longer half-ass licking. She shall become one with the taste buds. Afterall, she was the one who could taste why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch, though she promised never to reveal it to anyone under the Geneva Convention. In return, the Geneva Convention promises to increase security measures to stop Trix Cereal from ever coming into the fucking rabbit's hand.
He didn't buy his cereal. No. He just steals it from kids. Little kiddies made from a drunken night on New Years Eve. And all they got was some cereal. Some fucking fruity cereal. And that rabbit just wants to take it away from them.
As she thought about this her licks became harder and harder, almost pure rage licking of Akane's face. It reminds her of the Alamo!
This post looking into the mind of a nutter was brought to you by the letter 9 and the number Q.
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Post by Zana Grimoire on Dec 21, 2015 12:02:48 GMT
Slowly enough, the remainder of the "class" returned to consciousness and took stock of the situation. Naturally enough, some adapted more quickly than others. But most of her "classmates" were evidently a bunch of saps.
Some of them, the greenest, were clearly near breaking point, as one fool prayed while hugging his shield and several others were close to shedding tears. Fortunately, there were some people who had managed to keep their wits about them.
But two particular individuals caught her attention: the first being an arrogant little braggart who prided himself on his supposed perspicacity. Clearly he had never lived in the lap of luxury, nor had he ever attempted to perform in a competitive environment. She knew first-hand that, when you're trying to outdo someone with Death breathing your neck, any hubris you started the endeavour with tends to disappear rather quickly.
"What's wrong with having a restaurant in a school? Oh, forgive me. I had forgotten that I was dealing with commonfolk such as yourself."
With that, she turned on her heel and looked at the second individual: a talking stuffed bear.
A children's toy? At a time like this?
She recoiled instinctively as the bear declared that they were now prisoners. Scowling, she stormed up to it, till it was less than two feet away.
"Gee, I suppose that makes us prisoners. But what's stopping us from simply escaping? I'm sure that a stuffed bear can't do much against a bunch of high school students."
Naturally the answer was obvious: they had probably locked down the building and posted guards outside the allowed zone, or zones. But she wasn't interested in scouting the entire place. She'd rather have the information straight from him, and then check its reliability.
She resumed, now addressing the person who was clearly controlling the bear.
"Oh, and don't get any ideas about your invention being cute."
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Post by Sunny Hiraki on Dec 21, 2015 18:24:42 GMT
Sudenly, the voice of at least a dozen of people erupted. I couldnt tell were i was... is that carpet? My hand touch it, felling it brush against it. Sudenly, a pain came across it: someone step over it. I searched for my cane, but i couldnt find it: in the commosion, someone mostly had moved it.
I am completly lost. I dont know where i am. I dont know those people.
-Can someone help me? I cant find my cane.
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Post by Kasima Mubande on Dec 21, 2015 18:38:29 GMT
Everyone seemed to be awake now. So many strange people, and Kasima made a mental note to avoid the blue-haired girl and the pink-haired one. They scared him more than the strange bear did.
The truth is, everyone here scared him in one way or another. The small boy wasn't used to being around that many strangers. He at least got to know everyone in the village he used to live in when he was saved, and he still had all those snakes to accompany him.
But 15 other people? That was too much for him. Keeping quiet he only scanned his surroundings, not saying anything, not asking the bear any questions. He did look at the e-Handbook though that the bear talked about.
Now, what was that about murdering someone?
"Murder...? That's a bad thing, isn't it...?"
He then saw a girl struggling to stand up who mentioned a cane. Kasima got up, retrieved it and gave it back to her.
"Are... you alright?"
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Post by Hiro Nakahara on Dec 21, 2015 21:07:30 GMT
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| THE ONE AND ONLY PRINCE IN THIS WORLD Hiro simply leaned against the wall while he watched the bear appear. Huh. They were at a hotel. Not that Hiro really cared. Everything was too modern to really hold his interest. However, when the bear told them to read the rules, Hiro had to do a double take. Hold on. To leave, one has to kill another. Hiro stared at the rules for several moments allowing the others react, though Hiro found the lack of mentioning the whole ‘we have to kill each other’ thing slightly odd. They were talking about the other rules, the no sleeping outside the room. He forced a laugh back, knowing that in this situation laughing wouldn’t be good.
“So, uh, we have to kill each other? Why? What’s the point?” He was still looking down at the handbook reading over the rules for probably the fifth time already. Not that he would ever end up killing anyone. No, he rather watch these events, like a movie going on around him. Like one of those stories where you made choices and saw where your game went to, the only problem was he couldn’t just flip the pages back or restart… and he usually ended up killing the person. Ah well, it would still be good fun.
Hiro finally looked up forcing a frightened look his face, as he didn’t want others to know he wasn’t scared. After all, they were going to live history! This was going to be so fantastic! Everything that he had ever studied, and he was going to live one of those amazing events. They were going to live through something like the crusades, they were going to make this hotel an important site in history. How could he ever be upset about that? Well, except for the fact that he might die. That was okay. Hiro didn’t care because then he would be the subject of future archaeologists and that was a dream come true. He was almost shaking with excitement just at the thought of people hundreds of years in the future digging up this hotel and learning their story.
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Post by Lindsay Hiiragi on Dec 22, 2015 11:32:22 GMT
Lindsay took another look at her surroundings. A lot was happening in a very short time. As a Reporter she had to keep track of everything, so as to better explain it to her audience. First off there seemed to be rather a lot of attractive people here. Which concerning the rules in the E-Handbook, was unfortunate for a variety of reasons. Secondly some of these people were really weird, a smoking hot blonde was licking the face of a dead sexy redhead like an animal, who does that? Some of these people she recognized, as the Ultimate Reporter it was her duty to keep up with the latest news events in a variety of fields and many of these had earned headlines. Thankfully she didn't see him, she had heard he was going to get into Hope's Peak and frankly it would just be awkward.
Now as for the important part...concerning the sudden appearance of a psychotic teddy bear. Judging by the rules stated in the E-handbook, they had to kill to escape this place. They also had to get away with it in a class trial. A twisted, sordid, despair inducing killing game, with some of the most talented young people in the world as the participants and victims. This was...this was...
Incredible!
She couldn't believe her amazing good fortune. If she survived this, she was both an observer to and a participant in an astounding news story! Any journalists dream come true. This was the story of a lifetime. Covering a story like this, that would solidify her legend as a great news reporter. Even if she died everyone would remember her now.
"Manager Monokuma, could you tell me what your motivations are for locking us up and trying to get us to murder each other? Is it political? Ideological? Maybe you have a grudge against Hope's Peak?" Lindsay asked, adopting her on camera persona. She would probably be scared in a bit, but right now, she could hardly contain her excitement.
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Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 22, 2015 11:36:06 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」" The red haired vocalist shoved the strange girl off of her ill body with a mighty heave, finally coming to as the licking seemingly grew more intense with each awkward passing moment. Her cheeks felt drenched in the slime of the female's saliva, a black glove coming to her face and rubbing with the back of her palm. " Disgusting." she murmured in a tone softened by aggression. Her left arm pushed against the furniture, the thin figure leaning on the arm of the chair to steady herself. Golden eyes searched for the source of the commanding voice in the room all the while, finding herself intrigued by the ability it seemed to have to direct attention in the room, all eyes trained on it. The collective focus on the stuffed bear evoked longing memories of the stage back home, the redhead already feeling tinges of anxiety over the strange building she and fifteen others seemed to have found themselves trapped in. Akane of course wasted no time in studying the short list of rules located in her e-Handbook, quietly leaning against the furniture as she read and reread every single sentence nervously. Was this for real? Rule 1; A murder? This left quite the first impression on the woman, her legs nearly quivering just from her eyes skimming over the word murder. Class trial? This all seemed very... Formal. At the very least Akane found comfort in the fact that it wasn't going to be a total free for all. But... Murder? The concept wasn't foreign to her, Akane herself well-versed in murder mystery books, movies, and the like. But fiction and reality were by no means one and the same. She swallowed hard, the vocalist feeling a lump in her throat that wasn't totally foreign to her. Rule 2; Akane wasn't sure if she could find solace in this regulation. While it certainly decreased the chance of any murder, it also turned the margin for error into a total red zone. As much as she loved the color, it wasn't the same... Rule 4; Well, this really would be different from her standard hotel outings. Whether this truly included everything may be up for debate, but she had no intentions to push her luck. Rule 6; In a... Hotel room? She supposed this meant the bedrooms. Certainly vague, but she wouldn't push her luck. She could only wonder what the rooms would look like... At least this could keep her mind cleansed of the horrors that'd surely be awaiting her in the near future. At least the others in the room seemed incapable of murder, although there were one or two she wouldn't put it past at first glance. Her whitened teeth dug into her pale lower lip and her delicate hands clenched, balled up in her snugly fitting gloves. Her foot tapped against the soft carpeting in rhythm with the steady beating of her pounding heart. She'd seem flustered if she burst out with a question now, Akane deciding to let others around the room go ahead with their own concerns. Did she even have something to speak up about? She wasn't sure, the vocalist wanting to scream more than she wanted to speak up about the atrocity that this hotel surely was. The redhead decided instead it was safest to appear levelheaded to others. It was always the spastic ones who went out first. @tag | 567 words | Urghh, 6 AM as I start and thirty minutes later I finish. I need sleep, surprised this didn't come out a jumbled, incoherent mess. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Monokuma on Dec 23, 2015 0:48:29 GMT
" Hey hey, whats up with this thing? A toy?"  You're swimming in very dangerous waters there Ms. Matsumara, though Monokuma chose to ignore this question specifically. These children would never appreciate how amazing his entire being was. Ever little gear and piece of fluff was just as special as the last, he was much more than some children's toy. " Isn't it technically all rooms in this hotel a hotel room? I mean, the restaurant is in a hotel and it's a room. This means that I can sleep here."  "Jeez, already trying to find loopholes in my rules.."  "You know what rule means! Stop trying to get around it!" “ So, uh, we have to kill each other? Why? What’s the point?”  "Upupupupu~" he put his paws to his mouth to try to stop his laughter to no avail. "The answer to that is obvious Mr. Nakahara, why would you even ask that?"  "It's all for the sake of despair and my own personal enjoyment!" " But what's stopping us from simply escaping? I'm sure that a stuffed bear can't do much against a bunch of high school students. Oh, and don't get any ideas about your invention being cute."  "What gave you the idea I was the only thing keeping you here?" That would be as far as he would go with that question, Zana definitely seemed to already have a good grasp on the situation. What reason does he have to tell her things she already figured out? Our reporter had been shooting questions at Monokuma, how lame. Did you really expect him to answer all of that? "Sorry I don't talk to the press! No more questions! I'm quite the busy bear, I have business I need to attend to~" Quite and obvious lie, the questioning was already quite boring and would most likely continue down the same path. Useless questions that he couldn't answer, though it was more he didn't want to spoil the fun that would be coming. "Now then, enjoy your stay at Hotel Despair! Ah, and don't worry about cleaning up after yourself if you do kill somebody upupupu~" Just like the smoke from before, Monokuma seemed to vanish as quickly as he came. Wondering what would become of the students, our mastermind was simply a spectator in the shadows.
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Post by Ava Seirito on Dec 23, 2015 8:35:01 GMT
 | TAGGED ⇐ Her surroundings went pitch black for an instant before she was momentarily blinded by the stage's light. Smoke raised, lights flashed. It was quite over the top as our new black and white guest said. How interesting. The new character promptly introduced himself to the entirety of the group and at the same time confirmed that everybody in this room was indeed a student of Hope's Peak Academy. Everybody owning the e-Handbook was undeniable proof of that, and this handbook seems to have a decent amount of information inside of it. A map of the hotel, profiles for every student, and the rules that Monokuma was talking about. Ava silently started reading each rule carefully, flipping through the pages and reading each rule over again. Apparently these students were supposed to kill each other for freedom. Even more interesting. Did this bear really expect these symbols of hope to commit such a sin? Before Ava even had the thought of interrogating the bear, he had already vanished. Brushing her bangs away from her forehead, Ava took lead again. She would be the hope for her fellow students. As long as she was the Super High School Level Knight she would not allow a single body to drop. " Everybody do not lose your way. Taking another life over something so.. minuscule. Truly would not be worth tainting the name of Hope's Peak. Even if it's true and we are trapped inside of here, I have high hopes that we will all get along." ⇒ sorry for the shorter post i don't really have much to say |
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Post by Hoshi Kisuragi on Dec 23, 2015 9:17:29 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.
| For the first time in his life, Hoshi thought that he might have been stuck in the limbo of dreams. Everything was certainly absurd enough for that to ring true, from the grand room they were in to the monochrome talking animatronic. Its colors bore a striking resemblance to the ones on his hoodie, a fact which he just realized, and also one that he wished hadn't crossed his mind.
Voices of concern rang out (though some were less shaken than others), turning quickly the mood around them into one that favorably attracted boogeyman and less-than-pleasant things. Hoshi chose to stay quiet, though he couldn't help but speak out in protest when the rulebook boasted about one evil deed. "Murder?" he exclaimed, his mind jumping back and fro between what made murder tick. A stab in the back, a twist of the neck. A nudge off a bridge, a jab by a syringe. Maybe a good old fashioned swing of a bat, something to make the brains go splat?
Somewhere in the back of his mind came the sounds of rattling bars, a caged up memory desperate for escape. He tried his best to hold up the wall, to block out the demons that clawed from the past. Sensing a need for urgent distraction, desperate to get rid of this awful reaction, his eyes jumped to one blonde witch. Pulling up his hood as he approached from the side, Hoshi tried to block out the whispers coming from fragments of the past. Raising a hand in an attempt to broker peace, he called out a shaky "Hey."
A few seconds passed, and he found himself unexpected tongue-tied. What a joke - for a Con Artist to be caught by a cat! Scratching the back of his neck, Hoshi drooped his head and let out a disgruntled sigh. "Sheesh, I can't even come up with anything to say. This really is a day of firsts."
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Post by Walker Hyde on Dec 24, 2015 1:29:49 GMT
♛ "That's quite tha sharp tongue fer someone who dresses like their mom still picks out yer clothes every mornins. I mean, those colors don't go with yer color palette at all. It's a shame, really."
"W-What the hell is that supposed to mean you stupid bitch!?"
Insulting my fashion sense.. this woman might as well be insulting my sister directly. I'll teach this bitch a les--
"What's wrong with having a restaurant in a school? Oh, forgive me. I had forgotten that I was dealing with commonfolk such as yourself."
...Despite my attitude, I know I can't deal with any sort of repercussions for my big mouth. All bark, no bite. It was fucking pathetic, but that's who I was. You can't change yourself no matter how hard you tried. People outside of those two probably already hated me as well, silently judging me from the sidelines. Doesn't matter though.. When the hell did I start caring about what people thought about me. Scowling, I scratched my still crossed arms with my fingertips. Looking away from the two girls, not wanting to land myself in deeper shit. They already looked down on me already, but.. Where were we? How do we get out of I don't want to fucking be here. Where the hell was Fiora anyways, she'd probably still try to defend me even though she knows I'm being rude and stubborn. That's what I've always loved about her, she was supposed to be at the school to so why wasn't she here?
My vision went to black again, already fainting again? Nah doesn't seem to be the case. Lights came back on and some bear appeared in front of us. Telling us we needed to get away with killing somebody to get out of here. After a series of questions he was already gone. Heh, that was quick.
"Taking another life over something so.. minuscule. Truly would not be worth tainting the name of Hope's Peak."
"Don't go speaking for everybody in here.. You don't know anybody in here, you don't know if they'd kill. That sappy ass speech won't stop anybody who really wants to get out of this damn place.. Fine whatever, you all have fun with your friendly bonding shit. I'm going to get the hell out of this place."
Every person in this place was way too damn optimistic. Turning my back to the group, I went to explore the hotel. I know there's not a way to escape already but.. maybe that's my hope.
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Post by Hasao Takeo Yoshida on Dec 24, 2015 1:59:24 GMT
 Handheld Dream Shot in hell
The man recording the whole ordeal stood steadily to prevent shaking the camera all too much. The bear seemed to be a director himself, it appeared, albeit more so a director of death rather than much else. Hasao found it... Amusing, that he was now an actor in the man's own series. Here he thought he'd be pushing out a new sensational online series offering a look into the minds of some of the greatest boys and girls in the world...
But rather, he's being recorded struggling for his life against fifteen other foes. He supposed they could just as well be friends living in harmony, but Hasao knew the game. No one was totally immune to the corruption of something that benefited them for the greater good. Hell, most people would take every god damn inch they could get.
Hasao let out a huff of breath as the bear disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared, hand fumbling mindlessly for his pocket to check the handbook. His camera fell from his carefree hand to the carpet, Hasao jumping and his eyes widening in fear as it fell. He had a terrible case of butter fingers. It was a miracle he was so steady with the camera when filming...
He knelt down and lifted the small grey box, rotating it inch by inch to check for scratches. It looked fine at least, bringing the black lens to his eye and looking it over. He was glad he sprung for such an endurable one over the extra features he could've gotten. This puppy had served him for nearly a year now, practically a part of his body at this point. Surely it'd break or wear out eventually, but until then it was more than functional. A man with a very... Unique fashion exited the room in a frustrated manner, Hasao instinctively filming every second of him storming out of the room. "...What's up his ass?" he mumbled to himself, panning the camera back towards the room and zooming from student to student. | 0341 WORDS | | TAGGED | | SHORT NOTE |
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