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Post by Admin Hero on Feb 3, 2018 22:06:02 GMT -5
[attr="class","tgg"] [attr="class","TheGreatGatsby"]  You would think that eventually, people would have gotten used to meeting like this. Perhaps it was good that they hadn't, for accepting one's fate might drive some of the group to a despair of which they would never recover. If they weren't already there, anyway. There had been so much death since they had been trapped here it was impossible not to notice how quiet things were slowly starting to become. Ren, Rin, Kris, Shiro (okay admittedly the silence didn't make a big difference with this one), Dorothy, Apollo, Valentina and now Nero. Seven of your friends and one aromatherapist who had once been living, breathing and happy children were now nothing more than ghosts that haunted these walls. Nero Fiammes, the ultimate baker had been the most recent to fall and it was perhaps his presence that was hurting the most. And not only because since his execution the culinary cuisine had taken a real downturn in quality.
Nero had been the hope traitor, someone who had been tasked with getting as many of them as he could out alive, and he had been put through such...horrible things before he was ultimately executed for killing Apollo, who had betrayed the group and had been revealed as one of Monokuma's traitors. Waking up the next day and not finding him happily slaving away in the kitchen and then realizing that you wouldn't be hearing his voice anymore was...hard for most of you to accept.
For his part, Monokuma was even cheerier than usual which is enough to put more than one of the still breathing contestants in quite the foul mood. The morning after the trial, the still grieving teenagers had gathered had gathered in the big tent eatery to discover that either Monokuma or Cheshire had prepared quite a feast, not that any of you would just anything they offered. Cakes, cookies, smoothies, yogurts, anything and everything you could imagine was presented along the entire length of the table in the eatery, and although none of you consumed any of these offerings, the braver among you took a closer look and noticed that they all shared a dark red hue and a sweet citrusy smell to it.
Everything contained blood oranges. Somebody fancied themselves a comedian, apparently.
Putting aside the callousness of the holographic host and without any of group actually coming to a verbal agreement, the survivors had grouped up in the eatery, even those of you who were (to put it as gently as possible) not the most pleasant of company like Orica and Gorou. Whether it was out of the belief of safety in numbers, or an attempt at creating a strong group bond so the remaining survivors could fight their way out was seemingly unimportant. For the time being the twelve of them were breathing, and all there was to cling to was the ever so increasingly unrealistic hope that this time, they would all remain that way.
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Post by Nox Tenebris on Feb 3, 2018 22:49:46 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 was sat at a table sitting idly, tapping it. She seemed to be doing it insistently, causing a quite annoying sound for everyone around if they're bothered by that kind of thing. Large bags were under her eyes, and she seemed to be almost half-dead as she kept her tired eyes open and looking around the room quietly, over and over.
Every time someone walked into the room, the girl jumped lightly. Whenever she turned her head to the kitchen, she visibly winced and her eyes watered. When she looked at anything other than the table, flashes of memories hit her.
Smiles, laughter, warmth.
Blood, screams, pain.
The smile that she used to have was dead and buried, it seemed, as every time she tried to weakly smile at anyone, it looked physically painful for her to do, and only one side of her mouth even managed to go up. But even so, she looked severely... lonely. She curled up in her chair a bit more, sighing.
Maybe... they won't have to suffer. She immediately scoffed at her own hopeful thoughts. |
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Post by Yuichiro Yuuki on Feb 3, 2018 23:47:45 GMT -5
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]N/A [attr="class","gold"]692 [attr="class","gold"]New Face ulla [attr="class","sun"]A Melancholy Ode * to the world stolen from us Were it not for the obvious obligations of meeting in a group like this, he would have much rather kept away from these people. The excuse of avoiding them due to the worst of his traits coming undone would no longer fly. Maybe it was for the best. Paranoia had embedded itself in his mind for what felt like months now, ever since he had met Carol again. It'd taken him time to accept that she was truly the woman that had mattered to him so much; the love of his life that he'd gotten murdered and buried over his carelessness. If he'd known she was safe, he wouldn't have become so reclusive. Unfortunately, his life was linked to hers. With crossed arms and eyes closed, he sat at the banquet with everyone else, not bothering to look at the food. He had no appetite, though he didn't imagine anyone else did either.
Even if at a glance, the boy may have looked contemplative or tranquil, a more keen eye could see the stress on his face, and the bags under his eyes. Any person sitting next to him would probably hear the occasional grinding of teeth and heavy breathing. This was not the effect of the now defunct motive of their recent stay in hell. Not even an echo of that effect. He was simply seething with rage, at both himself and everything surrounding him. Coward, fucking coward. If you'd hadn't crawled into a hole and waited for this game to continue, maybe... His fingernails dug into his arms like the talons of a hawk into the spine of a rabbit. It was only when the skin broke that he released the pressure, sighed, and opened his eyes.
This table had an oppressive atmosphere like no other. Nero was dead, having spent his final moments in torment, much like the other dead people. He was the traitor of hope. Their hope, that they were blind to. It was really no wonder. In retrospect, Yuichi had felt he was a good representation of hope. If only he had... No, disregard it. Regrets were pointless in this game. This was a game that would lay so many regrets on a person that they'd break their back.
It wasn't long ago that he'd hoped every contestant would band together, and they'd eventually kill those responsible for this game. But by then, that hope had hollowed. He didn't know how this game was going to end, but it was obviously too strong to end through farcical comradeship. Though, some morbid ideas did start to stir in his head. Though likely nothing that would work with this group. He wasn't the only spineless person. With a huff, he scanned the crowd. Seeing the empty spaces made him feel... Lonely. Crushingly so. They were dwindling, and the person that had helped him on the path to healing was dead. And before him, the person he made a pact with, and stood with when her ideas seemed insane, was dead as well.
So... He broke his silence, though he wasn't sure why. The words came tumbling out without will or reason. "What do we do now? Get shipped off to another set and wait for a murder? I'm stunned this isn't too boring for you yet, Monokuma." Nero... Was dead. And he'd never gotten to apologize for the confusion that the revivals had cause. Morbid ideas. All bets were off. Leaning back, he raised his voice. "Hey, everybody? It's obvious Monokuma plans to keep us going indefinitely. We're all tired of it obviously, so how about, instead of killing each other until our numbers whittle... Let's just kill ourselves. All of us. A group suicide ought to end things pretty quickly. You know, ruin the fun for the mastermind..."
Okay, it was an absurd idea said with a straight face, but he was more just trying to get a reaction out of the hosts. Perhaps the more vigilant contestants could catch his gaze at the bear and cat. He wasn't really down for that, and neither were at least half of them, he guessed.
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Post by Nana Shimedzu on Feb 10, 2018 12:24:04 GMT -5
Why they had all agreed to meet up was not exactly clear to Nana. It wasn't like they were all great friends or anything from what she has seen despite everything they had gone through together. If anything for some of them who won't be named but rhyme with Borou and Horica had only served to make them that much more unpleasant. Still, perhaps it was better to be kept in a group if there was anything that they could learn from the most recent happenstances that have befallen them, it was being alone only led to bad things. Ask poor Shiro if that was untrue, or even Apollo even if he was a major dickhead who was working for Monokuma.
But even when you think you've hit your lowest point there's still always something that can catch you off guard. In this case, it was Yuichi suggesting that they all kill themselves to spite a hologram, and people didn't automatically say no, that's a horrible idea. Some of them may have even been in favor of the idea. Nana, however, was not quite as in favor of it as some of the others.
"Yeaaaah, I'm gonna have to pass on being part of the next Jonestown massacre, thanks."
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Feb 11, 2018 10:35:14 GMT -5
They had decided to meet in the dining hall, the offerings much like the sort to be expected from their hosts. Another poor attempt at humor, and further disrespect for the deceased. Few of them seemed to be in a better state than they had the day before, with some apparently feeling worse. Irene looked no different, but had a different air about her, as she silently made adjustments to her puzzle cube, turning it this way and that. Every so often, she would lift her head and survey the room, before looking back down and tinkering with another part of it. She didn't speak a word until after Yuichiro's proposal, after which she set down the tool and cube.
"Foolish." She said. "An insult to those who have lost their lives, as well as accomplishing nothing of value, Mr. Yuuki."
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Post by Brunhild Kurth on Feb 18, 2018 5:21:00 GMT -5
Well, this was expected of him, said Brunhild as she noticed a festivity when she entered the eatery. Monokuma would try his best to lower the morale of the participants, adding to the fact we also discovered during the trial that one of the traitors is still alive and is working with Monokuma. However, this just could be a bluff from Monokuma to make us distrust others even more. Overall, Monokuma is pretty successful in his deeds and there is almost we could do. Future Foundation has not made a move either, well at least significant enough that we would notice.
Thinking about possible solutions Brunhild just sat down to the nearest table. No one was talking, which was to be expected from this situation. Brunhild wanted to soften the situation, however, she couldn't come up with anything that wouldn't offend anyone. I guess it would be better for somebody to speak up first. Thought to herself Brunhild, she quickly ran over others with her eyes. Whom should she trust? Whom shouldn't she? And at that point, Apollo broke the silence, however, the words that came out of his lips were outright delusional. Yes, there is no way for us to face the mastermind right now, but we can not give up. However, quickly looking at Apollo's face Brunhild noticed that he might have just said that to taunt the mastermind. There was no way for her to know for sure, that is why she kept her silence. Anyway, we can't give up just yet. All stories have a good ending, at least she thought they do.
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Post by Orica Eisenhardt on Feb 19, 2018 14:28:45 GMT -5
Orica stood, leaning her back against a wall as she looked out over the rest of the Eatery. She was, of course, unfazed by the wall's pattern and the other creepy decor. It really seemed like nothing would get to the armored princess. Looking out over the others their weakness was apparent. The bear's actions had slowly started chipping away at the Hope they clung so much to, and Nero's sacrifice did little to instill more into them. In fact it only served to help the bear's cause even more. Such Weakness.
It was in this weakness that one of them suggested the idiotic idea of group suicide. "To even suggest such a weak idea shows that you are already dead, even more so than that weakling that had to die twice. If you want to expedite the process by claiming your own life then go ahead. It's what the bear wants, for his Despair to defeat your Hope. Perhaps it will let you see why I dislike both equally. Weaklings attempting to fight each other in a futile attempt to see who is less weak. If you're that far gone then you are just a casualty in this endless battle of inferiority."
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Post by Mayumi Otsuka on Mar 23, 2018 10:58:40 GMT -5
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THE WORLD'S ON HEROIN
AND THE WORLD KEEPS TURNING AT A TURTLE'S PACE
[attr="class","les"]"That’s the dumbest thing you’ve said thus far,” the zaftig artist sighed, “and that’s saying a lot.”
Having had similar thoughts before coming here, Mayumi knew that suicide was never the right answer - and committing a group suicide would be the biggest insult to everyone who’s died thus far.
Mayumi found it impossible to forgive the killers, Nero and Dorothy included, but she felt a sympathy for them. They were corrupted by the game, and pushed to kill. She hated that, and despised the mastermind for causing so much pain and suffering for everyone here.
She didn’t know whether or not she would get out of this alive, but Mayumi took it upon herself to end this game. | [attr="class","goodness"] 
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