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towerofanimus2012-06-26 07:54 pm
intuitions) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-26 07:54 pm
01. party's over and you don't look so good
Characters: Sayaka Maizono AND YOU!
Setting: Initially room 2-03, eventually in various spots around the dormitories on all floors.
Format: I'll be doing action brackets, but anything goes.
Summary: Girl wakes up, girl freaks out, girl goes exploring.
Warnings: Warning for Dangan Ronpa spoilers!
[When Sayaka comes to, there's no screaming or crying. There's no panic, no fear, not even anger. What there is, is nothing. An expression of utter emptiness, like the mask that served as her entire personality had been stripped away without mercy or ceremony. She sits up and looks around blankly - this is a room? Yes, a room. And this is not a shower stall but a bed, this is not Hope's Peak but somewhere entirely different.
How?
How can that be?
Was it all a dream?
Sayaka shudders, a hundred ugly images flashing through her mind, and the movement calls attention to a new and strange weight around her neck. Her fingers come up to gently brush against her violet collar; there's a dumb, puzzled noise low in her throat. Then she notices the letters, sitting there so innocently, as if they belonged here more than she ever could. With stiff, mechanical movements, Sayaka opens each one and reads them over and over until the words finally manage to sink in. Her world was destroyed? Everyone and everything, all gone, all wiped out in an instant? Even Naegi-kun and the rest....
Oh, why do you care? a thin, hateful voice pipes up, after what you did, why do you care about him? About any of them?
She winces, lets out a sigh, and shelves the rising guilt in favor of easing herself off the bed. Her expression begins to smooth out, regaining some semblance of normalcy; the blankness fades, and Sayaka just looks tired and confused. Well, first things first: for some reason, she was breathing again. She was warm, and alive, and awake. That was a step, at least, if in what direction Sayaka couldn't hope to guess. She goes to kneel in front of her trunk and opens it with the wariness of one expecting a dozen snakes rather than anything nice.]
....ah? These are- these are my things....why is this here? [Referring to her microphone, which Sayaka sets aside with furrowed brows. She does the same for other objects - clothes, a sewing kit, some toiletries. And so on, until Sayaka pulls out something that makes her utterly shut down for a few minutes: a kitchen knife, the blade smeared red almost to the hilt, the blood old but still oh so bright.
Sayaka's throat works desperately as she stares at the weapon that had ended her life (for what else could it be? that was her blood all over it) before something small and fragile inside her head snaps and she throws the thing away with all her strength.]
Ahhh! Ahhhhh!!
[She scrambles away, aiming to flee the room and run - where? anywhere, as long as it was away from that horrid reminder of her death and greatest shame.
When she eventually calms down, Sayaka can be found peering cautiously into any dormitory room she comes across, obviously looking for someone. By now she's smiling, but the expression is tight and strained.]
Setting: Initially room 2-03, eventually in various spots around the dormitories on all floors.
Format: I'll be doing action brackets, but anything goes.
Summary: Girl wakes up, girl freaks out, girl goes exploring.
Warnings: Warning for Dangan Ronpa spoilers!
[When Sayaka comes to, there's no screaming or crying. There's no panic, no fear, not even anger. What there is, is nothing. An expression of utter emptiness, like the mask that served as her entire personality had been stripped away without mercy or ceremony. She sits up and looks around blankly - this is a room? Yes, a room. And this is not a shower stall but a bed, this is not Hope's Peak but somewhere entirely different.
How?
How can that be?
Was it all a dream?
Sayaka shudders, a hundred ugly images flashing through her mind, and the movement calls attention to a new and strange weight around her neck. Her fingers come up to gently brush against her violet collar; there's a dumb, puzzled noise low in her throat. Then she notices the letters, sitting there so innocently, as if they belonged here more than she ever could. With stiff, mechanical movements, Sayaka opens each one and reads them over and over until the words finally manage to sink in. Her world was destroyed? Everyone and everything, all gone, all wiped out in an instant? Even Naegi-kun and the rest....
Oh, why do you care? a thin, hateful voice pipes up, after what you did, why do you care about him? About any of them?
She winces, lets out a sigh, and shelves the rising guilt in favor of easing herself off the bed. Her expression begins to smooth out, regaining some semblance of normalcy; the blankness fades, and Sayaka just looks tired and confused. Well, first things first: for some reason, she was breathing again. She was warm, and alive, and awake. That was a step, at least, if in what direction Sayaka couldn't hope to guess. She goes to kneel in front of her trunk and opens it with the wariness of one expecting a dozen snakes rather than anything nice.]
....ah? These are- these are my things....why is this here? [Referring to her microphone, which Sayaka sets aside with furrowed brows. She does the same for other objects - clothes, a sewing kit, some toiletries. And so on, until Sayaka pulls out something that makes her utterly shut down for a few minutes: a kitchen knife, the blade smeared red almost to the hilt, the blood old but still oh so bright.
Sayaka's throat works desperately as she stares at the weapon that had ended her life (for what else could it be? that was her blood all over it) before something small and fragile inside her head snaps and she throws the thing away with all her strength.]
Ahhh! Ahhhhh!!
[She scrambles away, aiming to flee the room and run - where? anywhere, as long as it was away from that horrid reminder of her death and greatest shame.
When she eventually calms down, Sayaka can be found peering cautiously into any dormitory room she comes across, obviously looking for someone. By now she's smiling, but the expression is tight and strained.]
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" I’m... really glad you’re here with me, Naegi-kun..."
Was it all a lie, though? A lie fabricated in order for her to graduate from the school? The chance of knowing that for him was lost as the truth surfaced after her unfortunate demise.
He pushed those questions aside, and without even bothering to check himself, he repeated his statement, only with an added name to it.]
M-Maizono-san, are you alright?
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Maizono swallows. The masking smile settles uneasily over her face again.]
I'm- I'm fine, Naegi-kun.
[She stands on slim, unsteady legs without assistance, and searches for something to say. There's so much between them - a mountain of questions, a gulf of shame and regret - and she's not brave enough to begin with the heart of it all.]
I guess....this really isn't a dream?
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Naegi's happy and at the same time a lot of other emotions were mixed into this light feeling in his chest. Seeing her again in this tower (no you shouldn't be here in this place, this is just as bad as the school-), was this fate? Or...
Was the tower psychic?]
...No, it isn't, Maizono-san.
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And those notes, they're real? I mean, it's not a lie?
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[What more should he say? He completely has no idea on how to break this subject to her. After all, he could still remember their last meeting. Exchanging their room keys, and how she joked that she has good intuitions rather than being a mind reader...
And of a tomorrow that never came...
What should he say to her? He had never felt so lost before, after all, she... was his assistant, wasn't she? Pain gripped at him, confusion overpowering his mind.
And all he can say right now is:]
I'm sorry.
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Why? Why would he say such a thing? She had betrayed him. She had set him up to be framed for an evil deed that would have been entirely of her own doing.]
...Naegi-kun, you...
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You....why are you apologizing? I'm the one....I should be saying sorry. So why...
[...but maybe, deep down, Maizono already know the answer to her own question. That was just the sort of person Makoto Naegi was.]
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[What should he say to that question? He has no idea of what to say to her other than those very two words. To be honest even now he is still not sure of what she sees in himself. Her last message, carved in blood, whether it is a mean to protect him or a message of spite... Whether their bond is truly real or fake...]
If...I had noticed that you were hurting, then...
["All of this wouldn't have happened...".
Ahaha... It was a naive thought, wasn't it? He knew that the past had disappeared, and his future completely destroyed. The only time he has right now is just... here. With his dead friends, and the ones that are still alive.]