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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.]
you caught on to my cunning plan also 1/2.......
Maizono had prepared herself, on some level, to be hit with anger. To be cursed and accused, to be hated and mistrusted, for she knew that she had attempted to do something unforgivable. She had always known that trying to murder Leon just to buy her own freedom was wrong, and that framing Naegi for the misdeed was even worse; Maizono was (and still is) many things, not all of them kind or good, but she wasn't evil. Just selfish, just afraid, just pitifully fragile in certain places. And Monobear had taken a sledgehammer to her weakest point, deliberately and knowingly, and her control - her very sanity - had shattered like so much glass.
So when Leon admits in that dull, weak little voice that he didn't want to hurt her.....it gives her pause. It makes Maizono able to look at him again, the contempt and anger receding to make room for confusion. But then Leon continues to speak, and it all comes rushing back in a gut-wrenching flood.]
My fault....? My fault?!
[Her control slips noticeably this time, helplessly, and those words come out in a sharp, angry cry. Maizono's eyes narrow as she matches Leon glare for glare. Even though she was wrong, even though it was her fault to a great degree....even so, how dare he? How dare he make her out to be the only culprit in this?! She grits her teeth again, so hard this time that it makes her jaw ache. But with a mighty effort, Maizono forces herself to calm down. Dimly, she thinks herself a fool for ever believing that potent, ugly feelings like these would be easy to suppress and mask and control.]
You're the one who forced open the door. You could have walked away. Yes, Kuwata-kun, I tried to kill you- [She admits this in a strained tone of voice, hiding her shame and guilt and regret beneath a quiet, bristling anger.] -because I wanted to get out, before I lost my own dream. But you're the murderer here, not me. I was hiding in the bathroom, I had given up, and you still....you...
[She can't finish. Her death is still too fresh in her mind, the pain and fear and then the awful coldness, the way snow had gathered at the corners of her vision until it finally eclipsed her world.]