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towerofanimus2012-11-08 09:13 pm
idolizer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-08 09:13 pm
♬ 001. Make heaven, heaven out of hell now.
Characters: Sayaka Maizono and you, you, youuuu~
Setting: First wandering in the dorms, then Cafeteria and Floor 14.
Format: Delicious actionspam, but I can match.
Summary: +1 idol girl freaking out at all the freaky things here, and thinking she ended up in hell or something.
Warnings: Mentions of death, some Dangan Ronpa spoilers probably.
[ Dorm 1-05, then the rest of the floor. ]
[ Tic... tic... tic...
Such an annoying noise... stop it... s-stop...
... where... what the hell is it? It sounds like a... a heartbeat. Coming from within... her chest? ]
Ahh...!
[ Sayaka opens her eyes abruptly, gasping as if she just woke up from a nightmare. This ceiling... it's not the bathroom. She's laying on top of something soft... a mattress? ]
... [ She's expected her body to hurt more than this, or rather... she thought that knife stuck in her chest eventually killed her, but as she moves her hand to feel around that area, she notes with shock that... there's nothing there. She sits up abruptly, patting her chest frantically, there's no pain, no pain at all... and no knife stuck in her. There's something uncomfortably wrapped around her neck- is this a collar? Wh-what...
Finding the two letters next to her, she's moved by the urge to open them and read.
... ]
... My world is destroyed?! [ She finds herself yelping. What- what kind of sick joke is this? That can't be possible, she was there before she... died? Passed out? No, she's sure her heart stopped before her brain shut out. But then, why did she wake up without a wound in her body? She can't read the rest of the letters, discarding them to the side for now, those words stuck in her head. This is all... so ridicolous... the school, her career, her idol group, her fans... everyone...
Her thoughts then wander to a specific person, but she quickly chases them away before they can affect her more than she is already. There's no way he and her other classmates could be here, right? She's the one who died, not them.
...
After the initial panic attack, Sayaka takes some sweet time scanning the surroundings. Four beds, bedside tables, nothing else catches her attention- ah... except, the chest under her bed. She pulls it out, examining it for a while- until she decides not to open it yet. With how confused she is, opening a strange chest out of nowhere sounded like a real bad idea in her head. First, she must know what on earth is going on. Is this a dream? It feels like one, doesn't it?
Some time later, she decides to bite the bullet and peek outside of her room, before getting to wander through the floor in search of someone who can help her understand... whatever there is to understand. ]
[ Cafeteria ]
[ Sayaka was already worn out from the shock and stress of suddenly waking up, revived after dying miserably, and then being faced with discovery after discovery that surely did no good to her poor heart... but she decided to at least explore a little through the stairway to give herself an idea of where she was thrown in, after a kind soul pointed her to the stairs. Needless to say, she regretted the decision quickly. Without looking back, out of fear and survivor instict, she managed to descend all the way down to the first floor, where a cafeteria was in sight.
She almost wobbles her way in, sitting at the first table she finds, practically draping herself over it, hiding her face in her arms. The poor girl doesn't have the time to cry at her own misery, that she finds a dish with... something less than inviting appearing in front of her. This is food, right?
... Taste be damned, she's going to gulp that thing called oatmeal down. Eugh. At least it's going to fill her stomach for the day. ]
[ Floor 14 ]
[ Once she calms down enough, Sayaka decides to explore each floor thoroughly... at least the ones that don't give her feelings of dread. The surroundings of this floor surprise her in a vaguely pleasant way, although she's still pretty wary of everything. She'll poke around, eventually finding some of the music she can recognize from her own world. Relaxing needs to be a thing that happens, she cried enough today... and so, she's found sitting down on one of the couches, eyes closed as she lets herself get lulled by the song in the earphones.
Hell has its own pleasantries, at the very least. ]
Setting: First wandering in the dorms, then Cafeteria and Floor 14.
Format: Delicious actionspam, but I can match.
Summary: +1 idol girl freaking out at all the freaky things here, and thinking she ended up in hell or something.
Warnings: Mentions of death, some Dangan Ronpa spoilers probably.
[ Dorm 1-05, then the rest of the floor. ]
[ Tic... tic... tic...
Such an annoying noise... stop it... s-stop...
... where... what the hell is it? It sounds like a... a heartbeat. Coming from within... her chest? ]
Ahh...!
[ Sayaka opens her eyes abruptly, gasping as if she just woke up from a nightmare. This ceiling... it's not the bathroom. She's laying on top of something soft... a mattress? ]
... [ She's expected her body to hurt more than this, or rather... she thought that knife stuck in her chest eventually killed her, but as she moves her hand to feel around that area, she notes with shock that... there's nothing there. She sits up abruptly, patting her chest frantically, there's no pain, no pain at all... and no knife stuck in her. There's something uncomfortably wrapped around her neck- is this a collar? Wh-what...
Finding the two letters next to her, she's moved by the urge to open them and read.
... ]
... My world is destroyed?! [ She finds herself yelping. What- what kind of sick joke is this? That can't be possible, she was there before she... died? Passed out? No, she's sure her heart stopped before her brain shut out. But then, why did she wake up without a wound in her body? She can't read the rest of the letters, discarding them to the side for now, those words stuck in her head. This is all... so ridicolous... the school, her career, her idol group, her fans... everyone...
Her thoughts then wander to a specific person, but she quickly chases them away before they can affect her more than she is already. There's no way he and her other classmates could be here, right? She's the one who died, not them.
...
After the initial panic attack, Sayaka takes some sweet time scanning the surroundings. Four beds, bedside tables, nothing else catches her attention- ah... except, the chest under her bed. She pulls it out, examining it for a while- until she decides not to open it yet. With how confused she is, opening a strange chest out of nowhere sounded like a real bad idea in her head. First, she must know what on earth is going on. Is this a dream? It feels like one, doesn't it?
Some time later, she decides to bite the bullet and peek outside of her room, before getting to wander through the floor in search of someone who can help her understand... whatever there is to understand. ]
[ Cafeteria ]
[ Sayaka was already worn out from the shock and stress of suddenly waking up, revived after dying miserably, and then being faced with discovery after discovery that surely did no good to her poor heart... but she decided to at least explore a little through the stairway to give herself an idea of where she was thrown in, after a kind soul pointed her to the stairs. Needless to say, she regretted the decision quickly. Without looking back, out of fear and survivor instict, she managed to descend all the way down to the first floor, where a cafeteria was in sight.
She almost wobbles her way in, sitting at the first table she finds, practically draping herself over it, hiding her face in her arms. The poor girl doesn't have the time to cry at her own misery, that she finds a dish with... something less than inviting appearing in front of her. This is food, right?
... Taste be damned, she's going to gulp that thing called oatmeal down. Eugh. At least it's going to fill her stomach for the day. ]
[ Floor 14 ]
[ Once she calms down enough, Sayaka decides to explore each floor thoroughly... at least the ones that don't give her feelings of dread. The surroundings of this floor surprise her in a vaguely pleasant way, although she's still pretty wary of everything. She'll poke around, eventually finding some of the music she can recognize from her own world. Relaxing needs to be a thing that happens, she cried enough today... and so, she's found sitting down on one of the couches, eyes closed as she lets herself get lulled by the song in the earphones.
Hell has its own pleasantries, at the very least. ]
3/3 man i'm awful
A lot is going on in her brain. There's shock, and there's fear, and there's disgust, and there's hatred. The man who ruined everything, the one who plunged that knife in her just a few minutes before- and let her to die- he-- he... he's here... n-no, it can't be, she is merely deluding herself, right, he's nothing but an illusion- if she stands up and runs away then he'll disappear- but her body won't... move... she's frozen in undiluited terror and her legs feel like they've been turned into blocks of wood. ]
You...
yeah maybe i should just threaddrop :))
He doesn't even have to look despite how all she said was one word. He knows it's her. He wouldn't forget that voice after everything that has happened - after obsessing over it at first, over being scared by it, over having stopped that voice forever with his own hands..
He can't look up, either way. He can't look her in the eyes. They're supposed to have a truce, but.. somehow from the way she speaks it's as if she doesn't even know that anymore, as if she's reliving god knows whatever emotions she associates with him all over again. Just like that last time, just like when she had cried in front of him--
He pushes down the image. It's one he doesn't want to think about, one which he doesn't want to bother trying to unravel how he feels about it.
But it's different from that time. Because even if she wouldn't remember, he does. His limbs feel heavy and it's like there's something blocking his throat from speaking, but he manages to pick himself off the floor without even looking at her. ]
Yeah, me. [ Such an intelligent answer.. but this whole situation is just so awkward and he knows how much it has the potential of blowing up (along with him, honestly, since there are things he can't forgive her for) with one wrong step. ] So, going to fucking yell at me again? Repeat the whole routine?
I know you will never threaddrop me, sisbutt u3u
Right. In this position, he could assault her at anytime. She has to stand up, even if her legs don't want her to- she forces herself to, and she presses a hand to the wall as support to get back on her feet. He might have expected the piercing glare that she displays towards him, one of a wounded tiger ready to tear you apart.
...
Whatever is this he talking about? She registers what he says, and is lost for a moment, confused, before she's back to resentful- she has to ask. ]
What the hell are you talking about? Repeat what, again? [ She would have had the time to yell at him if he, you know, didn't kill her in that bathroom. ]
challenge accepted
Like you're going to listen to what I say..!
[ Because he does have a genuine explanation, but.. well, she'll probably accuse him of lying since it is pretty weird, and he would've done the same if he were in her position and she was telling him that, but.. ]
But if you want to know so badly, you were here before! We.. we already talked about all this shit! About everything! About what happened, whose fucking fault it's supposed to be, and you don't remember shit now!
i'm gonna win this u3u
[ It's true... she thinks he's lying, it's a thing which is going to happen because she doesn't... remember crap all, and trusting the word of a filthy murderer is the least logical thing anybody with half a brain would do; she shouldn't listen to anything he says, she should just leave and look for something to defend herself with for when they'll cross paths next time.
But something keeps her there... they talked about everything? What kind of "everything"? Ugh, why would she bother learning about it? He's clearly lying, isn't he? Watch as she attempts to turn around... she must get away from him, stay far away from him before things get worse, look for the other classmates, seek protection. But het legs won't move... she feels defenseless again, just like in her last moments when he broke the door and walked towards her, knife in hand... and there's nobody around here, either. He could hurt her again... run, Sayaka, move those freaking legs and run, don't listen to him and run...! ]
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He's not sure if he even wants to waste more effort on it, but.. at the same time, all of this is just so stupidly frustrating to him, and it's not like she's going to calm down anytime soon, and the last thing she wants is her trying to plunge a knife into him again, that was bad enough the last time she tried.. ]
I'm not fucking kidding, just listen to me! This place takes people from their own worlds or whatever, even if they're dead! And it's taken you before too, but you don't remember shit--
[ He's about to continue yelling right back at her, but then instead some logical part of him finally manages to surface just a little, enough to wreck his brain for what she said last time, anything that could be something he didn't know before.. ]
.. Ugh.. listen, the shit you tried pulling on me.. you did that for your dream, right?! That's what you told me in this place, there's no way I could've found that out back home!
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... Eh? ]
...
[ There's no way he could know that. Her motivation for starting all of that in the first place. Did someone inform him before? If she told him all of that while here, she would have remembered! But even he says she's not remembering... ]
How do you-- [ No, wait, he'd say told him herself... it would be pointless to ask. ] ... w-why is it you couldn't know it back in the school? [ She knows nothing about what happened there after she died, let alone the fact he was executed after the trial. ]
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Shit.
So it comes down to this again. He knows he has to tell her, he knows that last time because he said that they managed to reach the truce one way or another - he knows that even if he won't tell her, she'll get to know through someone else. But somehow telling her doesn't go as easy this time. Last time it just flew out in a fit of anger, but this time that anger isn't there. Well, there's some anger, but.. it's not like the raging forest fire from back then, it's more just a sole flare now. Enough to make the memory of everything resurface and make his throat feel so tight that it's even hard to breathe, and he ends up tugging on his collar slightly as if it was the one from that execution.
Telling it is the most difficult thing, but.. ugh, dammit! Why is he even doing all this for her?! Isn't she just a psycho, the girl who tried to slaughter him?! Isn't she just.. the cold body he saw in the shower, the girl who cried in front of him during their last argument..
... ]
Because I died. Right after you. [ He manages to force it out, but his voice is suddenly oddly.. different, no longer a shout, but more some sort of defeated tone, raw at remembering those horrible moments. ] That retarded bear decided to have a trial to find out who killed you and in the end they found out it was me, so.. [ .. this is the most difficult part.. ] So.. he decided to fucking execute me..
[ Does he have to tell her the full details for this to work too? He isn't even sure, but they come flowing out all the same thanks to how sick the memory makes him once again. ]
First he dragged me off in chains, locked me up in some batting cage, and.. he.. he shot fucking baseballs at me with his cannon until I died..! [ The slight yelling isn't even out of anger anymore by now, and it's obvious. The only emotion that's left here is despair, that ultimate despair he felt in that moment.. ] .. Does that make you happy, Maizono? Is that what you fucking wanted?!
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She doesn't care if this guy suffered while being dragged into that pole and killed; he deserved it, didn't he? There's no reason for her to think otherwise. Vendetta... knowing all of this makes her feel vindicated, her mind trying to imagine the scenario of his death basing on the little he described. Her shoulders drop lightly, the shivering lessens- and from slouching, she takes a more erect stance. ]
...
[ Sayaka takes a long and deep breath, closing her eyes. She's still wary and afraid of him, but even so, she can't hide the truth- and it's not like she has any intention to lie to him and say that no, she's not pleased by that. It's horrifying how he was executed, however, the... satisfaction? of having him punished for the fact overrides all reason. ]
It is exactly what I wanted. [ A sigh follows that statement... She doesn't smile, she's not happy, but she's relieved nonetheless. The guilt would have killed her a second time if she found out Naegi died because of her. It's good, all good, isn't it? ]
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[ It's definitely snappy, dismissive, and a little louder than most people would say it. Honestly, now she's calmed down he's this close to just walking away, but.. she's inbetween where he is and the door now, and walking around her would just make this more awkward.. ugh. At least this reaction is easier to distance once again, much easier than last time. No tears, nothing that gives him any indication that she's human too. As long as he can just pretend she's something else, some sort of psycho, then he won't have to try and figure out his own feelings about the situation and how everything went down. He can just leave it covered up, never look back at it.. ]
So does that mean you at least won't pull out a fucking knife on me again?!
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But she wants to make things clear to him. He won't do anything as he pleases to her, as long as they're forced to be in the same floor. Her expression is dull by now, gazing over to the side. Such a nuisance, he is... and there she hoped he learned his lesson. ]
If you don't give me a reason to defend myself, I won't do anything.
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[ He's such an idiot, isn't he? What he says flares her up- and it's so hard to hold back her tongue when he considers her worse than him, which was never the case. She may not do anything to him physically, but everything be damned if she lets him tell her this crap without reacting. ]
You finished what I started. I wasn't the one who broke into the bathroom and stabbed you- or did you conveniently forget that part to make yourself look good? Rather, I won't stoop down to your level and deny I had any blame in this, you little murderer.
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She doesn't think anything of him. She's just a cold-blooded psycho. The reinforced thought manages to flood all vague traces of self-doubt about the whole murder thing inside him, burying them deeply within himself once again. ]
Then are you forgetting the fact that you fucking started it?! What did you expect, Maizono?! [ Well, it's not like he planned it in advance. Or.. really planned it at all, he had just done it in a fit of rage, of fear, of desperation, not a single rational thought about it.. ] If you really realised that you're guilty, then you wouldn't just be calling me a murderer and leave yourself out of it..!
Shit, to think I was giving you a fucking chance here too!
1/2
This talk is pointless. It's like she's trying to fight with a donkey. She's only wasting her time. Waste of energy, breath, heartache, tears. Why was she so afraid of him at all? Right, he would tackle her easily and kill her again if she provoked him further, right? Though... He's nothing but a brainless gorilla who used to drool after her, so easily manipulable, so stupid- she'd feel sorry for him if he had any good qualities to accompany his depressing flaws. Too bad she can't spot any, under those piercings and that rooster hair. How can she keep being afraid of such a person?
Anger replaced fear, and annoyance is replacing anger so quickly that she just lets her emotions flow without putting a stop to them, carried by the heavy stress of finding herself inside this weird place after she just experienced a painful death, with no certainty, nothing worthwhile she can work with, no future, no dreams, only herself. ]
All I can hear is hypocrisy, Kuwata. You're disgusting. I don't want to hear that from you. I don't want to listen to your excuses anymore.
[ There, he doesn't even deserve a honorific anymore. Just Kuwata. Uncaring about her own safety by now, she pierces him with her glare, mouth twisting as if she just smelled the stench of trash. Because that's what he is. Trash. Someone who's incapable to even feel a shred of guilt for killing a person can't be put in a better category. If he's being like that, Sayaka will treat him just like the trash he is. Truce, what truce? She won't stay here a minute longer. Her eyes reflect those of a wounded tiger again, but this time stronger, unwavering. ]
I'm leaving, but let me tell you one last thing. [ Saying the next bit through her teeth. ] If you even so slightly dare to touch me, you're dead again.
[ Nevermind that she doesn't... have a sharp object with her, and he overpowers her by a mile. Nevermind that her threat is mostly driven by the emotional rollercoaster she's experiencing, and might become empty by the time she'll calm down in the next days, knowing that neither Naegi nor then others would appreciate it. She didn't meet any of them yet, so there are no obligations stopping her. Right in this moment, if he dares trying anything funny towards her, she'll hurt him. Don't know how, but she'll do it. ]
2/2
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Who the hell does she think she is, she's.. nothing more than a monster, a cold-harted retarded psycho..!
It's only after that long while that he finally breaks the silence with a frustrated shout, as if his cropped up frustration about all of this just has no way of leaving him. Of course everyone will listen to her. Of course they'll be on her side. She'll put up a pretty little smile as if nothing is going on and wind them all around her finger.
But he? He knows her true colors. And he'll make sure he'll never forget about them either. ]
Who the hell should be telling who here that?!
[ He doesn't even shout it at her, she's long gone. He's shouting it to himself, to anything that's supposed to make fate be fair above, and he angrily kicks the wall before moving on to find some other spot to vent some anger. ]