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Post by Admin Hero on Jul 5, 2018 9:30:36 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"]  textYou step off the elevator to a place that...seems familiar somehow. You can’t quite place it because it’s been so long since you’ve all been trapped here, but you definitely get a sense of deja vu going on. Is it the walls, the decor, the bloodstain over there against that door?
...Wait, what was that last part? Yes, as you all file out one by one and take a look around you slowly start to realize you’re all back to where it all began. The place when you willingly stepped into these halls under the guise of competing on a reality game show to earn the right to enter a prestigious high school. Things seemed so distant. Like a childhood memory just out of reach but over there is where you had entered. Over there is where Konoko and Ren had first met, where Kris and Liam had first locked eyes and Kris had been bludgeoned. Where Shiro and Gorou had...existed, you’re pretty sure.
You were back in the manor. Who says you can never go home again?
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Jul 5, 2018 10:11:05 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]Once the graphic designer took a step out of the elevator, she realized how much she had changed since the killing game began. Mayumi remembered giving Nox and Koneko the cold shoulder, angering everyone after Ren was executed, and being a force of negativity and self-loathing. Now, she's a kinder and more confident person who survived this far with the other Ultimates. She was ready to tear this game a new one and escape with her peers. | [attr="class","goodness"] 
✉ @nobody
✉ @nobody ✎ 0000 words |
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Post by Yuichiro Yuuki on Jul 5, 2018 11:19:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]N/A [attr="class","gold"]190 [attr="class","gold"]Uber Emo ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Melancholy Ode to the world stolen from us Well, this was sickeningly appropriate. Just as Mayumi was likely doing with that thoughtful stare into space, Yuichi mused on all that went wrong since the day they first stepped foot into this posh and gilded manor. Maybe he was somewhat miserable underneath the facade of a spunky idol, but life was so much easier. Even if he survives these final days, he could probably never go back to being a singer. Too much has changed, and his persona had completely crumbled since the day his girlfriend rose from the dead.
Yuichi no longer cared to hide his scars, and presented a whole lot more bitterness and disdain for the people around him, despite wanting to escape with them. He was just so sick of this fight, it made him want to spit.
"Looks like our lord and master's idea well has run dry. Typical of a copycat." He spoke with a scoff. One thing certainly hadn't changed: He desperately wanted to kill the person or people behind this hell. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#FFD700 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#FFD700;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Nana Shimedzu on Jul 5, 2018 17:32:58 GMT -5
Automatic doors were a godsend let here just tell you that. As the eight of them that remained stepped off of the elevator as they have done so many times before by now, Nana was, like so many other times already caught off guard, but at least this time was a new reason. Unlike every other time they had been crammed inside that stupid tin can they called an elevator when the doors opened they revealed not a new location, but one that they haven't seen in quite a while. Manor life, ah how she had missed it.
"..Nice to see their taste in decor hasn't gotten any worse since we've been gone."
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Post by Nox Tenebris on Jul 8, 2018 0:05:49 GMT -5
as long as you remember me, i don't care if everyone else forgets. [attr="class","quicklinks"]♡STAYPOSITIVE♡ [attr="class","quicklinks"]357 words ♡ Lights, Camera, Action! Nox Tenebris on stage, front and center. ♡ | [attr="class","technoscroll"]❝ Nox... truly did not know how she was suppose to feel about this. She truthfully didn't have too strong of an opinion on the fact they moved around a lot, though it was a bit disorienting to get used to, but... something about this felt both satisfying and wrong.
They started off here, in this manor. At that moment they didn't really know what was going to happen. They were all innocent people. Innocent kids who were in over their head to try and make something of themselves on television. Now they're back to the manor, and man was hindsight a bitch. She bit her lip, crossing her arms over her chest as she squeezed herself lightly. The only place in this fucked up game she could ever bring herself to even somewhat see as home, and... no one was here.
Eight people stood where twenty should be. It almost felt... haunted. The idea of the manor being host for a show only made her shudder at the reminder of possible cameras being everywhere. She was almost sure every other place had cameras too, but the distinct knowledge of cameras existing here only made her want to shy away from stepping forwards at all.
"I... I suppose, huh?" Her smile quirked hesitantly at Nana's remark, finding herself relaxing lightly. She paused, processing everything slowly. The trial, the new location. This... was it. They were finishing this where they started. She rolled her shoulders, standing up a bit straighter. What was she thinking? Yeah, she wasn't nearly as confident as she was when they first showed up, but she was Nox motherfucking Tenebris, she doesn't back down now. If she gave up easily she wouldn't even be here. "...Should we check if the old locked rooms are open, maybe...?" |
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Jul 22, 2018 9:52:40 GMT -5
Cycles had remained a constant during their imprisonment. The cycle of blood. The cycle of investigation. The cycle of trial. The cycle of execution. The cycle of yet another new location they would find themselves in. While events would repeat themselves, as cycles went, each was undoubtedly different. The cycle of execution had been broken in a sense by the escape of a certain individual who would be forgotten. However, it had been maintained by the execution of the Cheshire.
Undoubtedly, the cycle of time was an inescapable one. Death, decay, replacement, all could, theoretically, be overcome, however corrupted the science responsible. However, every second would continue to tick forward. Even if all else were to end, time would remain a constant. Some argued that it was a construct, that it only existed as long as there were living beings around to perceive it, but this would not change the fact that time would continue to pass, even if there were no relevance to its passing from that point onward.
The cycle of time as humans perceived it was usually bound to clocks. Twenty-four hours in a day, which would eventually cycle back around to the same time. This was the situation they found themselves in. The cycle of new accommodations had been broken, but had proceeded in a similar manner, as they were right back where they'd begun. Had they been brought here out of a sense of sentimentality by their captors? Or was this meant to be another failed jest on their part? Whatever the case, the mansion was, by far, the most comfortable of the locations, and the one Irene had preferred most.
"...Yes, I believe that would be a wise idea."
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Post by Brunhild Kurth on Jul 22, 2018 23:51:35 GMT -5
It has been a while since they abandoned this place. Manor the place where it all started, where they all met. It was nostalgic seeing this place, but not in a proper way. After all, this place was the starting point for this killing game and despair. Brunhild looked around. Still it was so nice to return here, this was the best looking location so far. Besides this should be the place where it all will end. Well, at least, she thought it will.
Eight people were all that left from the original cast. So many have perished up to this point. To think we came here to enter the school and everything ended up like this...was pretty grim. Memories of her grandfather and mother swept her as she began thinking about it. Sadness came over her, all she wanted is for this to end. She clutched her fist, this has to end.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Anyone still remember where everything is?"
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Post by Sanura Simons on Jul 25, 2018 15:51:51 GMT -5
As soon as the elevator door opened for the remaining eight, Sanura couldn't help but gasp at the sight she was shown beyond the doors. It was the manor! They finally made it back. Well, they now meant 8 people, instead of 20, but still! Sanura could finally feel a little bit of happiness seep through her usuall sadness. It might be an odd reason, considering this place was where everything terrible started. Sanura however, didn't see it that way. This was the place she first made friends and was able to actually do something with the talent she tried to show to the world.
That aside for now, there were more pressing matters at hand, namely the old locked rooms apparently. They had peeked her interest as well.
"Should we really investigate those places first? I get the feeling those will not open untill something else happens...."
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