AHSL ACTOR

hey there, um...I'm, er...I'm Michi Akira, and I act! Enjoy your stay, I guess...

[akiraisacting]

Akira goes into his room and locks the door. no way he's going anywhere near any of this.

[drrpjabey]

Chapter One: Dorms.

Takeru nodded as Miki walked away, and decided to head to the dorms. He checked the dorm assignments a few times. A few people he hadn’t met yet were next to him. He blinked for a second and looked around the hall. Maybe he should try talking to some of these people. He decided to turn jerk mode off for a few minutes. Just a few.

[akiraisacting]

Akira figured that it would be a good idea to find his room. After all, it would be where he would sleep. where he would spend free time. where he would avoid potential murderers. that was always fun. As he made his way there, he realized something. he didn't remember which room was supposed to be his. his options were look at every room until he got it right, or just go ask someone. to save time, he decided to ask someone.

there was a guy nearby. lucky! he walked over, silent. after about a minute, he finally gathered the ability to ask "um, do you know where a map is?"

[tothefuckingmoon-blog]

Evolving and Revolving at Nine Hundred Miles An Hour [Open]

Eita had a lot of things to take into account with this announcement. Of course, he couldn’t allow himself to be trapped here forever. The thought of forever being stranded on this desolate planet, and especially trapped in only one, uninteresting building, and never being able to reach his homeworld filled him with a sense of despair. That, he decided, was simply not an option. 

Now, this left him with two options. Murder. Killing. The act of unlawfully and deliberately ending the life of a human being. That was one of them. He’d never considered the idea seriously before, and he certainly had no wish to do it. Yes, he wasn’t one of them, but to end another thinking, feeling being like that for selfish reasons was wrong, or at least, he felt it was wrong and so it was because right and wrong were not absolutes. 

The other option was to uncover the person behind this plot. This, he felt, would be less difficult, and far less upsetting. Yes, that was the path that Eita would prefer to go down. How to begin, though? There were 15 other people here (Eita decided it was rather reasonable to discount himself from his own suspicions, although other people were not him and therefore did not know that he did not do it and therefore it was not wrong for them to suspect him even though it wasn’t true.)

Deep in thought, he stood there, his eyes staring vacantly into the distance through the plastic dome of his space helmet. This was not going to be a good day. 

[akiraisacting]

Akira looked once, then twice, then a third time. just to be sure he was seeing it right. why the fuck was this guy in a space helmet. could he take it off? would he? why was he wearing it in the first place? was it even a he? what the hell was up with this mysterious maybe guy maybe girl maybe something (akira was, as previously mentioned, unsure).

He weighed his options. observe from afar, or go up close and investigate. the former wouldn't yield as much information as the latter, but the latter involved social interaction. that was not a fun thing.

Finally deciding to meet this stranger, akira steeled himself, and then walked forward. "Um, hello. Who...are you?"

[shslmoderndancer-blog]

please reblog this if you’re in shsl rejected so i can be sure i’m following the right blogs!! and i link them to my relationships page correctly pls iluall

[akiraisacting]

I Just Wanted an Education, Not Bears and Blood. (open starter)

[veritatemiacet]

???:

The boy next to Akira spoke out suddenly, snapping him out of his daze. Akira thought about what the stranger had said. DID he believe it? He wasn’t sure. There wasn’t anything proving it fake, and things looked very real, but he had seen extremely realistic sets before…

"I’m, um….well, i’m not really that sure. This all seems like some kind of, well, some kind of movie or video game or something. And I do know movies very well." Akira finally answered, looking in the general direction of his supposed classmate but not looking him in the eyes.

"All I know is that, well, I’m not going to kill anyone…So…don’t kill me, alright?"

（✘）▶▶ “I wouldn’t think of it,” the teen agreed, the slightest hint of a smile tracing on his face. Perhaps he could establish a sort of friendship with the others in here. Maybe if they just all got along, no motive would be able to phase them in the slightest. They’d all form some kind of bond that couldn’t be broken, correct?           Maybe it was wrong to hope for such a case. "Unlike a movie or video game however," another breath escaped his lips, green eyes trying to lock with the other’s, "This all seems too real— but we won’t know for sure until we go and investigate.                      Maybe we should go look around at the doors and windows and see                      if we are really trapped in here, wouldn’t you agree?”

[akiraisacting]

"Oh. Um, right. I guess we should go...together..." Akira agreed, though slightly concerned. He wouldn't have to spend too long with this guy, right? That wouldn't be fun. Of course, fun wasn't really something that he expected to see a lot of in the coming days if it really was true that they were all trapped in this place. Being trapped with who even actually knows how many people and having to be on guard against attempts on his life wasn't akira's definition of fun in the slightest, but it seemed it would define his existence for now.

Deciding to think about something else, akira wondered where to start with this large place and its blocked exits. Not wanting to think it all through himself, he voiced this wonder. 

"So, um...where do we begin?"

[akiraisacting]

I Just Wanted an Education, Not Bears and Blood. (open starter)

[veritatemiacet]

???:

Akira didn’t really expect for something like this to go down on his first day of school. You normally expected orientation, new people, trying to get a feel for your surroundings, but not this.

When he heard the word theatre, Akira practically ran to the location, kind of ignoring the weird situation. As long as he found the theatre, he would be able to figure things out. But no, it looked as if he couldn’t. After all, that would require wrapping his mind around a few certain things. “mutual killing?” “trapped?” “first batch?” “motives?” “one of us?” the third to last one, not being something that applied to him directly, had only a slight impact compared to the bombs that had been dropped only moments before and right afterwards.

So it was there,in the theatre, jaw hanging open like an idiot and confusion running rampant in his mind, that akira ended up being bothered by some person. That person, dear reader, may be you. Unless you don’t want to interact with him, in which case move along. this isn’t a library, sheesh.

（✘）▶▶ Orientation.                     Is this how it was supposed to happen? Like some sort of nightmare?                     One pinch,                                                nothing.                     Two pinches,                                                please be a dream. This was really happening wasn’t it? They were really being forced to kill each other off for entrance into the school they desired, correct? That was their situation at hand anyways… This teen however, didn’t allow such nervousness or infuriating emotions take over his form and instead, scanned the reactions of his fellow— students, for lack of a better word. "Do you think he’s telling the truth?” A simple phrase uttered to the one standing next to him, “About being locked in here— do you think that bear is serious?”

[akiraisacting]

The boy next to Akira spoke out suddenly, snapping him out of his daze. Akira thought about what the stranger had said. DID he believe it? He wasn't sure. There wasn't anything proving it fake, and things looked very real, but he had seen extremely realistic sets before...

"I'm, um....well, i'm not really that sure. This all seems like some kind of, well, some kind of movie or video game or something. And I do know movies very well." Akira finally answered, looking in the general direction of his supposed classmate but not looking him in the eyes.

"All I know is that, well, I'm not going to kill anyone...So...don't kill me, alright?"

[akiraisacting]

I Just Wanted an Education, Not Bears and Blood. (open starter)

Akira didn't really expect for something like this to go down on his first day of school. You normally expected orientation, new people, trying to get a feel for your surroundings, but not this.

When he heard the word theatre, Akira practically ran to the location, kind of ignoring the weird situation. As long as he found the theatre, he would be able to figure things out. But no, it looked as if he couldn't. After all, that would require wrapping his mind around a few certain things. "mutual killing?" "trapped?" "first batch?" "motives?" "one of us?" the third to last one, not being something that applied to him directly, had only a slight impact compared to the bombs that had been dropped only moments before and right afterwards.

So it was there,in the theatre, jaw hanging open like an idiot and confusion running rampant in his mind, that akira ended up being bothered by some person. That person, dear reader, may be you. Unless you don't want to interact with him, in which case move along. this isn't a library, sheesh.