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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.]
and now I'm tagging super late again oops GOODBYEEEE
Ah....I didn't know about Enoshima-san, or Monobear. As for the others...
[A pause, and then Maizono amends that, in an ultimately rare show of honesty:] ...no, as for Kuwata-kun, we've settled things already a little while ago. There won't be any problems on that account. [At that, Maizono seems resolved about something; she looks at Chihiro again, her smile small but there.] Don't worry, Fujisaki-san. I won't act like I did before. I'm...I'm sorry, too, for getting you and the others involved in my selfishness.
[She's not asking for forgiveness. How could she, when Maizono can't even forgive herself? And yet it's still easier to say these things to Chihiro, to one of the kinder and gentler members of their group, even without any hope or expectation of absolution in mind.]
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... you've met Kuwata-kun here already? Really? That's great then! [He smiles brightly filled with such innocent joy. Happy that everyone's going to get along now.
He quickly shakes his head.] It's alright, Maizono-san. I understand. What's important is that you're alright now!