[shslnakano]

CareBears | Re;Azami’s Death | Nakano | Open

[shslnakano]

With wide eyes and shaking limbs, Nakano tried to steady herself. She wasn’t sure if his words were supposed to be comforting or not, but she supposed in a weird way they were. The bear was far too insane to easily kill them all. Making them fear for their lives and run around like test rats would be more their style.

Nakano nodded, an instinctive action to someone talking. She pushed her bangs out of her face and let out a sigh. “Its hard to have hope in a time like this. Anyone could be lying to our faces.”

[arguablyrebellious]

Tilting his head subtly in thought, he took on board her comment. “Eh, true. Lying’s easy, but if people were looking for the easy way out-- well, a lot more death would have occured by now.” Alastor muses. “But none of that is really helpful is it?” He chuckles, looking to Nakano with a lopsided grin. 

“We haven’t spoken before, have we? What an unfortunate circumstance to meet over... Can I ask for your name?” His expert plan is to divert the despairing conversation, but who knows how well that’s going. 

[shslnakano]

CareBears | Re;Azami’s Death | Nakano | Open

Nakano couldn’t believe her eyes. Another death and in such a gruesome way. This buff bear just.. ripped her classmate to shreds with his fist. As a boxer, this was awe-inspiring but.. as a human being this was terrible.

“Wh-what the.. fuck.?” The words escaped her mouth as she fell against the nearest wall, her knees suddenly feeling weak. “T-this bear is going to kill us all..”

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor looked on at the death in front of him from the nearest wall, with a mildly horrified expression that soon turned sour and cold. He couldn’t quite comprehend the flow of emotions he felt. His classmates didn’t deserve that, but he was rendered useless. He didn’t want to die. 

“Nah. It’s not. It’s too much of a damn monster to do that. It’ll wait for us to off eachother no doubt.” Alastor spoke, glancing to the other who looked like they were having a mental breakdown. He sighed, knowing his insight was both pointless, and cold-hearted. 

“It seems like that but... As long as you have trust in someone, it should be... easier to cope with. Also hope. Having hope helps.” 

[arguablyrebellious]

A Lucid Lullaby || Alastor || Open

[ultimate-nutritionist]

Ohito jumped—of course he couldn’t make a noise like that and not be noticed, even by a distracted Alastor.

“A-a-ah? I-I’m fine!”

Unable to hide in his hood, he made a frantic move to hide under the table, though he couldn’t make it in one fell swoop. By then, he was having second thoughts, but it was a little too late not to make a fool of himself.

Shoulders hunched, he peeked over the edge at Alastor. “H-how much of that have you eaten…?”

He ducked back under at the sudden realization that that may have sounded accusative. Like he was calling Alastor… calling him…

“Mmmmngh…”

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor stood, slightly dumfounded by the display that Ohito put on.

“You sure you’re ok buddy?” He repeated, dangling his head down to look at the other. When Ohito ducked back, Alastor was once again shocked. He looked to the spam in his hand and looked back to where Ohito was a few times before crouching down. 

“I dunno... A bit?” He offered quite uselessly. “Enough to mentally block out 5 days of starving?” He added on, as if it would help out any more. Alastor was really starting to contemplate it, staring at what he held and now thinking about what he had already consumed. “Enough to somehow not think it’s acutally not just a pile of crap?” 

[shslightscameraction-blog]

「 self-destruction 」

Natsuko held her breath and glared at the other students. She looked lovely, as per usual, and even went to lengths to do her hair really nicely for the event. So why, out of all the people in this damned place, was she NOT elected the prom queen- or even the king, for fuck’s sake. She’d be happy with any title so long as a crown was on her head. 

Granted, the winners were now blinded, but Natsuko wouldn’t have minded the repercussions of fame. Just so long as she got to live in the moment, to be the center of attention. But now she knew just how her classmates felt about her; she’d have to step up her game just a little and outdo Peach Law next time. 

“I’m disappointed in all of you,” she confided in the person standing closest to her. “You should at least bow down and apologize.” 

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor was even more confused by proms at this point in time. He didn’t vote as well, he more got lost in the concept and refused to try and understand it. The events which followed the crowning baffled him but he just? had to accept it?

Was it normal for the ‘king’ and ‘queen’ to be blinded? Well, he assumed so at the sudden voice from his side. Alastor looked to the admittedly very adorable looking girl and offered a lopsided grin. 

“Oh I am horribly sorry I didn’t use my vote for someone i didn’t know. If I knew you were this pretty I might have considered voting.” He announces melodramatically, dropping to one knee and bowing his head down to her. Yeah, He’ll play along, sure he will. This all occurred and his grin remained. 

[arguablyrebellious]

A Lucid Lullaby || Alastor || Open

[ultimate-nutritionist]

Although Ohito had already eaten the minuscule amount of Spam he could feel safe consuming, he continued to linger by the refreshments. Whether he was trying to hide in plain sight or simply tempted to eat more after his five days of starvation, he wouldn’t say.

Either way, it would have been hard not to notice Alastor taking up residence by one of the food displays. The amount of sodium he was consuming was concerning, and the disheveled state of his bowtie made Ohito worry Musclekuma might get onto him for it.

“Um…”

But before he could make any suggestions, his tongue froze up, and he flailed to… get some punch or something? Anything besides making eye contact.

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor was too lot in his own thoughts, which mainly surrounded the fact of this being too weird of an event to wrap his head around. Why would people want to stand and possibly dance to sub-par music in fancy attire? It didn’t make any sense. These thoughts camebefore the thought of the Spam he was consuming or the new appearance of another by the refreshments. 

“Ohito? You ok?” He calls out, arching an eyebrow at the flailing man-child. If Alastor knew anything, he would guess that he’s trying to avoid Alastor but for whatever reason he wouldn’t know. To make everything a bit better, he offers a small smile to the other, trying to seem more relaxed and calm than he already looks. 

[arguablyrebellious]

A Lucid Lullaby || Alastor || Open

Alastor, for the lack of a better word, was confused. He wasn’t nevessarily accustomed to proms, nor did he understand how this was a motive for someone to kill.

But, aside from these facts, there were 3 things he knew: 

1) Suits were uncomfortable as hell: He ended up rolling the sleeves above his elbows and untucking the shirt. Alastor kept the green and brown striped bowtie on as he supposed he had to look somewhat nice. sure it was hanging around his neck, undone, but it was still on!

2) The choice of food wasn’t preferable, but Alastor was sure he’s eaten worse. 

3) The music was god-damn annoying. So were the lights. So was most things right now. 

So to make himself look less uncomfortable and less like an idiot, he stood to the side, lazily eating Spam as, realistically, he didn’t know what else to do and the whole set up seemed a bit like a strange illusion. 

[arguablyrebellious]

Take your Time, Take it Off, Take a Bow | Post-Competition | Open

After having obviously lost the tug of war, Alastor stretched his body as much as he could and walked away from everyone else. He knew he could have done more, and he knew he probably should have, but he was still under the belief that: 

a) Not having food for 5 days wasn’t awful

and 

b) This had to be a massive joke. No one was going to let 9 people starve for 5 days, surely. 

He was going to hate the reality check but let him have his pride for the short period of time.

So how better to celebrate a failure? A rest on a massage chair of course. He climbed into the chair and simply closed his eyes, thinking about what 5 days without food would realistically be like. There was still water. That’s all that counts really. But it wasn’t going to happen. You couldn’t convince him otherwise. Or maybe you can. Who knows. Why don’t you try. 

[ultimate-nutritionist]

Do Not Ask for Whom the Bell Tolls ⚖ Chapter 1 Start ⚖ Open

[ultimate-nutritionist]

Ohito quivered, wiping away some snot onto the back of his hand. True, he tended to apologize too much, but as long as it was okay…

“Aaaaaaah…Y-you really think…”

His tongue froze up for another minute before he removed his glasses to wipe them clean.

“Y-you think it’s a-a… a j-joke or something?”

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor grinned and nodded as if it was obvious. 

“Of course it is! It’s probably just some sick joke in order to scare us or something, and well, I suppose it’s working isn’t it?” He says lightheartedly nodding to Ohito. 

“If it were serious, whoever set this up would have chosen a more ‘murderous’ place surely,”  He hummed more to himself. Alastor slowly held his hand out for the other to shake.

“We just... gotta stick together until whoever was put up to this gets bored and gives up, yeah?” 

[ultimate-nutritionist]

Do Not Ask for Whom the Bell Tolls ⚖ Chapter 1 Start ⚖ Open

[ultimate-nutritionist]

“S-sorry… Sorry…” Ohito continued to huddle back, his shoulders throbbing where he’s slammed them into the wall.

“I-I… Nnnmgngh…”

He did his best to sneak a good few glances at the other student, but he was in too much of a panic to analyze the situation any more than he already had.

[arguablyrebellious]

“Hey, hey, there’s no reason to be sorry, alright?” Alastor spoke softly, his brow furrowing ever so slightly in concern. “I can get why you’re scared.” 

Alastor smiled at Ohito with a somewhat cocky grin, “I mean I also believe this situation is a pile of crap that shouldn’t be taken seriously, but I can see where you’re coming from with your fear and all~” Alastor, ruining the mood of ‘wow i’m nice’ since the beginning of time. 

[ultimate-nutritionist]

Do Not Ask for Whom the Bell Tolls ⚖ Chapter 1 Start ⚖ Open

Ohito was trapped.

Seventeen other people were trapped with him.

He would never see his parents again unless he murdered one of them.

And the same was true for them.

“………”

He passed out.

Some time later, he drifted back to consciousness. His head and right shoulder throbbed with pain despite the yoga mats underneath him, and he could only summon a moan. What time was it? What had hap—

Oh. Th-that.

His heartbeat picked up as he felt around and pushed himself up. Everyone was locked in here and they were going to tRY TO KILL HIM—

Just as he started to recall the bear’s words in full, someone’s shadow crossed him. With a startled shriek, he scooted back in one swift move, his shoulders ramming into the wall hard as he raised his arms in an attempt to protect his head.

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor, to prevent ‘Breaking any rules’ had spent a large amount of time after the bears appearance angrilly pacing around and muttering to himself quietly. Why quietly? Because one kid passed out in the yoga room and he felt bad for him. So Alastor deemed it best to wait until the other woke up.

Time passed until he heard the other begin to shuffle and eventually screech. This caused a startled expression to cross Alastor’s face as he watched the other scurry around and seemingly hurt himself.

“Hey, hey, hey, whoa there, wow, you back with us buddy?” Alastor said quickly, before he stifled a chuckle. He took a cautious step towards Ohito, before dropping to his knees. “I... You look scared. It’s pretty futile, but try not to be right now? I certainly won’t do anything to ya, that’d contradict the point of me waiting for you to wake up.” 

[tonoanvil]

What’s up with the Stairs? | Koume | Prologue: Open

[tonoanvil]

The laugh caught Koume a bit off-guard. It was weirdly placed and yet it didn’t sound mockery-like.

Still. No one calls her short-stack and then laughs off their own dumb sense of humour.

“OH! HELP each other, y’say?” Koume put on the fakest grin, “Aren’t you generous! Maybe you could start by actually moving around the place to work out what this bunker IS and not get in my way? Maybe then everyone can actually leave, ey?”

Ugh. True. ‘Short-stack’ was a boring name.

“No. I like the sound of ‘shin crusher’ better.“

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. Her fake grin certainly emphasised something.

“You said it yourself really. It’s a bunker. No exits, windows... Strange huh? We’re all trapped here together, confused as hell, and you come along thinking you’re suddenly our godsend that’s going to make a window appear by being as moody and grumpy as you are?” The whistleblower questioned with a small huff. Thinking over the name he shook his head with a grin. 

“Nah. I’m good thanks. Until someone successfully shatters my shins, i’ll reserve that name for them, Munchkin.” 

[arguablyrebellious]

Winding down, Winding in || Open || Prologue

[eitaenomoto-blog]

“Ah,” Eita hummed, quickly accepting the new description of ‘energetic’. Without any hesitation, the bodyguard latched onto the other boy’s hand, giving it a tight, vigorous shake.  “Alastor Sinclair,” he repeated clumsily—his lack of experience with foreign languages was immediately clear, but he still made the attempt. 

“Ah! I’m Eita Enomoto!” he said, still shaking Alastor’s hand. Witout any warning, Eita stretched out both his arms, pulled his weight back, and began to spin. He had still not let go of Alastor. If the other boy allowed it, the two would be spinning in a circle. “Wheee~ Ha ha! This is a big place, isn’t it?!”

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor grinned, hearing the other’s attempt at his name. He followed the handshake of the happy boy beginning to chuckle. 

“Nice to meet you E-eitaa~” The whistleblower began saying, getting caught by surprise when Eita began spinning. Thinking over the situation incredibly quickly. Alastor joined in with the spinning, and his chuckles came to laughter. It was a strangely satisfying feeling, spinning around with someone roughly your height. Maybe it was a sense of unfamiliar nostalgia. 

“It’s pretty big. Pretty weird though, don’t you think? What’s the purpose of putting a bunch of students in here?” Alastor said, somewhat breathless as he attempted to stop the spinning. 

[arguablyrebellious]

Winding down, Winding in || Open || Prologue

[eitaenomoto-blog]

“Ah, really?” Eita blurted out, making no effort to match Alastor’s volume. With a big smile, he stepped further into the cooldown room, peering intently down at the one other student occupying it. Eita did not seem to realize that Alastor had not intended to be heard.

“I’m relaxed too! Wow ~ are you taking a nap? Ha ha! That’s pretty relaxed!”

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor bit his tongue the moment he heard someone else’s voice but he listened carefully before letting a grin pull across his face. Finally, Alastor moved his arm from his face and looked to the visitor. 

“You seem more energetic than relaxed.” He chuckles as he rolls off the sofa in a carefree manner. “It’s refreshing.” He calls (to clarify that it wasn’t meant to be an insult or anything), just as he pushed himself to his feet. Dusting himself down and adjusting his glasses, Alastor’s content smile remained until he looked up at the other properly. 

“Well, it wasn’t much of a nap, it was more of... a poor attempt to act relaxed~” Alastor sings absentmindedly, sticking a hand out for the other. “Alastor Sinclair, nice to meet you.” 

[arguablyrebellious]

Winding down, Winding in || Open || Prologue

Alastor was never prepared to wake up confused in a new place. But then again, Alastor wasn’t ever prepared for many things. He had already concluded that no one understood what was happening. So? What was his choice? To go investigate the area. 

After exploring for a short amount of time, Alastor wound up in the cooldown room, lazily lying across one of the fancier leather sofas. He was lying on his back, one arm draped across his face and the other hanging over the edge of the loungeware. 

“This is fine, this is fine, relaxation, it’s obviously a place for us to de-stress, yes, that’s it. Of course it is-” He talks aimlessly to himself, “I’m relaxed, completely at ease, this is normal and fine.” He continues speaking out loud, unaware that someone had entered the room. 

[kamiko-kamakaze]

#CuteGirls&Ghosts=NoBueno | Prologue Open

Where the hell was she? Kamiko didn’t know, but what she did know is there are a ton of cute people here and she was not okay. This is illegal and it needs to stop. Maybe talking with someone would be a good distraction?

“Where the hell are we, anyhow?”

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor was still gazing around, somewhat confounded by the situation. Among the confusion of many others he turned around to hear someone else, seemingly talking to him. Before speaking, Alastor simply shrugged his shoulders with a small smile gracing his features.

“Fuck, if I knew, I promise, you’d be the first to know,” He replied smoothly, glancing down to her. “I wouldn’t dare to keep such secrets from someone like yourself.” Alastor comments sincerely. He instantly offered a hand for her to shake, “Would you mind if we became aquainted? I’m Alastor.” 

[tonoanvil]

What’s up with the Stairs? | Koume | Prologue: Open

[tonoanvil]

Oh joy, someone did bother to address her.

Koume turned around briefly to look at this guy. He was more ordinarily-dressed out of all the crazy getups people had around here.

But he called her short-stack so unfortunately, that’s where her respect ended.

“WHOOAAAHhh! Diiiidn’t think of thaaaaaaaaat,” Koume said with an even extra icing of sarcasm, and took a step around him.

Was…was he trying to joke? Was that supposed to be a mockery? Because it sounded soooo laaaaaammeeeeee.

She briefly stopped, turned around, opened her mouth, pointed at him, and out came: “HA!” like a hammer smashing an anvil. If a hammer could sound sardonic.

[arguablyrebellious]

Alastor couldn’t help but laugh. She certainly had her character set out, and Alastor was glad to meet someone like herself for the first time. Once he calmed down and his laughter melted into an easy going smile. his gaze followed her before he held out a hand. 

“Look, we all despise the situation, but should we not try to help eachother? How about a name, or should I keep referring to you as short stack?” He ponders

[tonoanvil]

What’s up with the Stairs? | Koume | Prologue: Open

[arguablyrebellious]

tonoanvil:

Koume did not remember anything mentioned about a gym.

Sure, she did not care for whatever the teacher was harping on about in humanities class, including any sort of mention of a trip. If it was a culture trip, then there was no point in listening.

But she was certain a gym was not part of the plan. Pretty certain. Maybe. Possibly. Okay she didn’t remember anything at all.

She avoided the crew of teenagers all jauntily introducing each other, or scrounging through pretty much every nook and cranny for…what? Pins? Whatever. Didn’t they like, notice, that there’s NOT A SINGLE WINDOW? Or, you know, that a FLIGHT OF STAIRS WAS GOING INTO THE CEILING??? Koume may not be an architect, but come on.

After exploring the area for any clues as to what this place was, she turned to make her way to some quiet corner to think over things, or maybe dig a hole in the floor tiles…or something.

Except between her and a quiet corner were a tone of people. Siiiigggghhh. She barged straight through, not caring if she bumped into anyone.

Alastor was loitering around, just as confused as everyone else. He couldn’t really have many emotions on this, sure it was strange, and sure he’d rather be elsewhere, but it became apparent that there was no obvious way out at the moment. 

During this moment of thought, he felt someone try to barge past him. Looking down at the culprit, he looked somewhat shocked. 

“Whoa there short stack, you might get someone hurt with your pure aggression.” He spoke sarcastically. His expression of shock wore off as he thought over the situation, and replacing it was 

“You sure are rushed off your feet right now, aren’t ya? Got somewhere to be? Somewhere you’d rather be? Good. Join the rest of us. Now we’ve got that past us, nice to meet you.” He chimed with an overwhelming tone of mockery as he suppressed a laugh.