I D[o]n't Wanna Die, So You're Gonna Have To - DanganRonpa Spin-Off - RP THREAD

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    The boy had no sense of time, he could have been out for two minutes or two days. As Rafe pushed pulled himself up into an upward sit up position he scanned the room for any signs of life, but there was no one. No one was here except him. Had he been the first? Or maybe even the last. As he stood up he got a better sense of the small room. It was mediocre in size and looked like it was just an entry hall.


    To the right of him sat a small tablet with his name engraved on it, when he touched it, it flared to life, showing a brilliant swirl of colours until it landed on the map of the building. He took notice to the dorms that laid ahead of him. It was very possible everyone was asleep, so that was going to be Rafes first stop. He may not sleep himself, but it would be a valuable source of information.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][color=#6600ff]//Crush pretty much just died.
    Sending a glare in Killia's direction, she to began to leave. "I'll see you guys I guess," she said, before heading to the elevator. I wonder what else will drive us to kill. After that seen, monokuma' gotta think creatively.
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    Takeshi sat there, tears continously flowing from his his eyes. The male had just watched Crush die, in a brutal painful way, whilehe was sick to his stomach, he was also glad the killer was gone. Rory's intentions were horrible, and Crush did what he did to stop him. Running out of the court room the short teen didn't stop until he got to his dorm. Stepping inside he rushed to the bed to grab the one thing to calm him down. His Raccoon stuffed animal, Leaf. He hugged it like there was no tomorrow, all of his bottled up tears leaking out. "I wanna go home... back to Mom and Dad... and the coffee shop..." While he continued to mutter towards himself he payed no mind to about how he ran off and away from the others.




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    (Floor Two is now open! Also, inactive characters have been wiped, roster has been updated! Everyone active is on the roster, I believe uou Welcome back! c:)


    -Monokuma-
    The screens clicked on. "I almost forgot! I dumped off some new interesting mates for you in the Entrance Hall (those who are just joining). They'll know about the game if they check those handbooks, but hey, let them get to know the experience. Your new motive is sitting in the Auditorium, but I won't explain it yet. I'll give you guys some time to get used to your new surroundings." The screens clicked off.


    /Sure why not let Crush have a ghost!?
    Tho Gabriel's just probably going to be like 'whyyyyyy'

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    With his breath hitching as he watched the execution, he felt himself start to shake in response to the horror he had just seen. Looking away at the last moment, he bit his lip until it bled, the dark liquid sharply contrasting with his pale skin as it bled. Licking as much of it off as he could, he went over to Crush's former stand, picking up the jacket he left behind. If he had a ghost, it'd most likely be attached to that, so Gabriel had decided to keep it so he knew if he did have a ghost. "S-see you guys t-tomorrow." he said softly, rather shaken.
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    Johnny left the room. His eyes wide. He was trembling slightly at the sight of all the blood. A small undetected smirk grin on his face as his alternate personality attempted to show up.


    Grant left the room. He hasn't voted for Crush but had a small shred of guilt for voting wrong. He didn't know that something like that was gonna happen to the killer.


    Emilie stared at the scene. Poor guy. she thought with a frown. She turnedvaway to look at the bear before looking away.

    (Those reactions were perfect. I'll admit; I liked Crush as a character. I had originally asked Jay if there was a killer, and I volunteered Crush when she said there wasn't. I'll admit this as well; I enjoyed writing that execution. It's... hilariously freeing. XD)
    •Nick Truon•
    Nick's eyes watered, and his lunch came up, and landed on the floor. Reading, his imagination did the work, filling in the parts he knew, and filtering what he didn't. But seeing it with his own two eyes... that took the cake. It was too much, and the SHSL Bookworm just stood there. Seeing Rory's body was fine, a bit nauseating, but nothing he hadn't seen before. but watching someone die broke his mind. any hope the boy had was practically lost, right there. With a regretful look on his face, he silently turned, watched Crush's jacket get picked up by Gabriel, and went upstairs to his room. For the first time in Nick's life since he could read, he fell asleep without cracking a page open.

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    (It is a very odd feeling, being the one behind it c': )


    -Johnathan Simmons-
    "I'll go. Might as well let these people know what they're getting into." The Hacker mumbled. Though all of this had really left him winded, Johnathan wasn't really disturbed. This is what they had been warned about since the beginning, so it wasn't too difficult to take in. Just some weird scenario to try and live through. Though, perhaps it was his lack of empathy skills that left him this way. He headed towards the elevator behind the Chess Player.


    -Shelby Lyons-
    Now wide awake, and heavily terrified, the girl clutched the edge of her shirt. What in the world had happened? Most of the trial and murder had when by in a blur for her because of staying up all night, but this had been the slap awake she needed earlier.
    "I-I'm... Going to go get Rufus." Shelby was pretty sure that her bunny would help her calm down, so with that, The Veterinarian headed to the elevator, really wrecked by what she saw.


    -Angel Cealstone-
    I need a pen. That's all the Author could think, shivering in her spot as she stared at the remnants on the screen before it flickered off. How absolutely wretched. And yet, she had written hundreds of scenarios that contained this amount of blood and gore. Something seemed so different when it was real. Even though she was deeply disturbed and upset, Angel still wanted to capture this. All of it. Then, maybe, if any of them got out, her memoir could go with them.


    -Patrick Jefferson-
    Trying very hard not to vomit, the Translator looked at the piece of work before it vanished, like it had never even happened.
    "We did that." Patrick breathed. "We killed him, because we voted." He gripped the edge of the pedestal, biting into his lip. Trying to come up with something else, something that proved that wrong. He looked up at another boy, that did the exact thing he was trying to keep from doing. He started to go check on him, but before he knew it, the boy was gone.
    "I-I... I'm going to check the Auditorium. I'll see you all in the morning."

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    Anastasia had watched the whole event through the crevices in between her fingers. The scene made her a bit nauseous and at one point she thought she was going to get sick. Her hand clutched her stoumach and she turned her face away from the bloody scene.


    Go back to your world. Go back to your world, she mentally told herself. "I'm going to go play some games before bed", she said cheerfully. It wasn't with the same energy that she usually had when saying those kind of things. She slinked off to the elevator and took it to the second floor.
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    "I'm gonna,make some tea anyone want some," Grant asked. He kept his gaze on the ground still disturbed about what had happened. He didn't really know if he wanted to vote again.


    Johnny still having the small smirk on his face. He was having a mental battle with himself.


    Emilie looked at the ground. A frown on her face.

    Killia wasn't fazed in the least by the deceitful atmosphere and took off toward the elevator deciding now was a good chance to explore the other floor. She didn't bother talking to anyone or pretending to care about the death, what happened, happened, and their was new territory and new people . Too much had happened, so little time...but when the next killing begun---


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    “I’m one of those new guys,” Anthony said loudly. “The name’s Anthony, but you can jut call me Tony,” He said loudly. HE supposed now would be the time to introduce himself. Already he was numb to the killing. Yeah, the handbook had warned him, but still…nothing could’ve prepared him for this. He had thought it was just a sick prank, and in a way, maybe it was…just one that involved them dying. He also got into the elevator, oddly quiet. Why was he so easily adapted to this? Maybe it’s because I used to watch all those horror movies? That may have had something to do. He was an avid fan of horror movies, so maybe years of watching crap like Saw and Final Destination had just…desensitized him. Not that he didn’t care or was heartless; he had felt sickened by watching the way Crush had died. But he couldn’t look away and even now he wasn’t crying, he was just…shocked. He was in shock, which was why everything was so numb. And when the shock went away, all he would feel was pity for the poor man who had died trying to do something good. But that’s how the world works, isn’t it? He asked himself as the elevator creaked upwards towards the first floor. The good ones always die first, the evil ones always live… His hand tightened as the doors opened, and he stepped out. He had to fetch his things, which were still in the main hall. He shouldered his bag, waiting for any one of his classmates who were wanting to greet the newcomers, and then he walked forward, his footfalls echoing clearly through the harsh light cast upon the hallway from the fluorescent bulbs. They seemed harsher than usual, hurting his eyes. He didn’t want to look at them. He pulled on his earmuffs, and all at once the world was silent. It was surreal. HE closed his eyes, enjoying the complete silence. The earmuffs couldn’t block out all sound, indeed, he’d still hear people talking to him, but most noises would sound far away or softer, and it worked miracles for negating sonic booms and whatnot. But even they had their limits as to what they could block. NO, this wasn’t what he neede. HE slid off the earmuffs, letting them hang around his neck as he walked past the auditorium. Your next motive is there… Monokuma’s words rang clear in his head. He hesitated briefly, but contuned, turning right and entering the main hall, stooping to pivck up his bag and instrument cases. HE instantly became aware of the ones in the main hall. “Oh, hi there.” He said casually, shouldering the bag and then pickig up the small box case which held his trumpet and the longer, more obtuse one that held his trombone. “MY name’s Anthony, but you can call me Tony.” He said, trying to smile, but it failed. HE sighed before turning awy and checking his handbook for where his room was located.Hotel Despair huh? he thought to himself. How fitting. The SHSL Instrumentalist made his way to the dorms to unpack.

    ~Ronin Saboro~
    The male slowly blinked his eyes open once more, this had been a difficult experience for him, staying awake that is. He had been put in the 'entrance hall' to meet the 'other students'. He had already familiarized himself with the killing game, he found slight interest in it but it felt so cold to him, and Ronin didn't like the cold. "Ronin, Ronin Saboro, ultimate Pyrotechnician" he announced. Though his makeup and contacts would freak out most people he could care less. The handbook he had read said that they would have to kill each other if they wanted to graduate, well that disturbed him a bit. And if fire was the cause of death he knew who would be blamed for the death.


    ~Hatsu Iku~
    Hatsu was weary of his surroundings as he stood in the entrance hall, after all he had always been considered small and weak, and with the killing game he was to participate in...well the toy maker didn't like the sound of that. "Um...Hatsu Iku...ultimate toy maker" he said wearily. He was glad that he didn't sound like his actual gender, though he would only be allowed in a females locker room if that was the case as it had always been for him. Hatsu tended to keep to himself when he didn't know anyone, once he got to know someone he would probably open up but that's besides the point.


    ~Torumaline Saki~
    Torumaline seemed disinterested with her current predicament. Looking through the handbook and the multiple rules and regulations that went with it. She listened to the other students introducing themselves and she decided to follow suit because, well why not?. "Tourmaline Saki, feel free to just call me Saki though" It would be odd to most people to see such a small girl, with large violet eyes and pink hair none the less, speaking so indepentantly and so bravely in the situation they were in right now. "I'm the ultimate surfer I guess, that's what they call me after all" like Saki always had, she always doubted her abilities, she didn't think she was the best even though she clearly was for her age.


    ~Hansuke Inchirou~
    Hansuke kept his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to monokumas announcement and looked over his fellow students. He was not impressed with the circumstance he was in right now, he would rather be at his old school having girls and boys beg for his advice, but no he was stuck in this school where he could possibly die. Hansuke felt a small chill run up his spine at that thought, even just the thought of death bothered him. He just wanted to have fun, go to a new highschool, make new friends, stuff like that. But it looked like that most likely wouldn't happen, especially after seeing that death on the monitor. He hesitantly felt like introducing himself. "Hansuke Ichirou, ultimate...um...Matchmaker" he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He felt it easier to just say what he was and get it over with.

    Grant was in the kitchen making some tea. He stared at the kettle waiting for it to be ready. When it was he made himself a cup and sipped it. He smiled softly enjoying the taste.


    Johnny went to his room. The smirk no longer on his face. He still felt uneasy about the execution. He didn't know if he had the courage to kill another person.


    Emilie saw the new students. "Hello," she said, with a soft smile. Her eyes still held their shocked look as the execution was still fresh in her mind.

    •Nick Truon•
    To say Nick slept is an understatement. he lay in bed, mentally wracked by what he had seen. "Me." he whispered to himself. "I killed him. I summed up the evidence against Crush." "Oh ho ho? You killed him? I zink not!" Nick turned around in his bed to see Hercule Poirot, standing in his room. "It waz zat zilly bear zat killed him, no?" Hercule looked at Nick curiously. Nick shook his head. "Yeah, but I sent him there. I provided the evidence, and I even said that the evidence against Crush was overwhelming!" Nick was now sitting on the edge of his bed. "But you did not kill him. You merely defended your friends from a... a dangerous criminal!" Nick protested yet again, "Crush wasn't a dangerous criminal! Sure, he was a bit... pushy, but he did that for us, so nobody else would be harmed by Rory." "So, he was doing ze best for ze rest. But, then again, he did kill somevone. What do you think? Did he deserve to die?" and with that, the detective smirked, rolled his mustache, and faded from view. "No." Nick answered, laying back on the bed.


    ((Still need 1 victim, 1 complication (a student who would do something related or unrelated to mess up the crime scene), and 1 witness. First come first serve uou))


    -Angel Cealstone-
    "Tea would be... Tea would be nice." The Author murmured at Grant's offer, stopping by the class store only to pick up a notebook and some pencils. Well, Monokuma was right. The hallway was spotless, as if nothing had ever happened there. Like he tried to erase the horrors that came with all of this and give them a false sense of security. With her curiosity piqued, the girl walked down to Classroom Five, just to find that it had also been resorted to its former glory.
    Angel meekly closed the door, feeling more sickly as she returned to the Kitchen. Walking in, she smiled lightly at Grant, also making a cup and sitting on one of the stools.
    "Well... What a day." She looked from Grant to her notebook, for once, the pencil not touching the paper.


    -Patrick Jefferson-
    The Translator walked into the dark Auditorium, having to fiddle with the light panels before he was able to see at all, let alone see what was on the stage.
    "What... in the world..." He murmured to himself, walking up on stage and inspecting the rather odd carnival object. Like something you would see on a gameshow, the wheel was lined with lights, and had a pointer at the very top to select a space on the wheel when you spun it.
    'Wheel of Despair' lined the top, in flashy, lit up golden letters (that also seemed to be half broken).
    Several things occupied the slots that it could land on. Loss, Paranoia, Hallucination (like they wanted that again), Dehydration, Starvation, Remembrance, Torment, Poison, Isolation, Confinement, Illness... so many horrible things and more, though some were much worse than others.
    The boy climbed down off the stage, and sat in the front row, just staring at it. He was trying to figure out how it would be used, how this atrocity could be a motive, and yet, as he overworked his brain, Patrick drifted off to sleep in the red chair.


    -Shelby Lyons-
    After she had gotten Rufus, the girl made her way to the entrance hall, shivering in her shoes. She knew night was already fast approaching, and that didn't exactly make her feel any better. However, the sniffling bunny in her arms seemed to keep her in some sort of comfort. After all, he was her source of comfort. Shelby walked into the room, smilingly lightly, though not enthusiastically, at the potential murderers and victims.
    "Hey, it's nice to meet you all." She stood beside Emile, waving. "I'm Shelby, uh, Ultimate Veterinarian. Please excuse... everyone's behavior at the moment, we're uh, a little out of it right now."

    ~Jack Waters~
    Jack faintly sighed heading to his room. He was disturbed by the execution but tried not to show it. He sat on the bed and stared ahead in thought, just letting everything sink in.
    ~David Seaton~
    David walked the halls, hands in his pockets. He was sad that any of this happened. A faint frown settled into his expression, unable to force an expression of comfort.
    ~Sakura Mitsuki~
    Sakura was still shaking after the whole ordeal. She hugged herself, trying to calm down. It clearly wasn't working, seeing as the little tremors of fear hadn't vanished yet.

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    When Nox woke up they were lying face first on the ground. They lifted their head for a moment to look around, before dropping it with a groan. Nox was sore, tired and they sure as hell didn't want to get up but they pushed themself up out of sheer determination to find out where they were. They stretched, their bones letting out audible pops, and dusted themself off. After checking that their ring was still on their hand and finding an odd tablet in their hoodie's pocket, they decided to look around properly. Nox then noticed the small crowd of people already in the entrance hall, where they soon realized they were. "Whoops..." When, exactly, had they fallen asleep? Huh, well they supposed it didn't really matter. Nox ran their fingers through their short, black hair and sighed before intoducing themselves, "Hey, I'm Nox Gatewood, the Ultimate Thief." They quickly realized that being the 'Ultimate Thief' probably wasn't the greatest thing but stuck their hands in their pockets as some sort of show of peace. That being that they weren't going to steal anything...... yet.
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    After watching that vicious execution, she knew people would become more desperate and frightened. Some would even fair the choice they made, being alone, leaving the rooms at night. Killia lived for these kinds of horrors. In fact, she was Horror! Killia Horror. This world was not foreign, it was one huge act. Despite the reality of her situation, she looked at it like a horror movie and was constantly watching idiotic people do idiotic things. After a while, she decided people had enough of a scare for one night, and then she found herself curiously wondering the halls all they way to the stairwell.