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Kasper || Haunted || re: Execution, Nekomachine || Casino->Capsule->Theatre || Open

It saddened Kasper to see Haru in such a demented state. She simply stared at him in sadness as his insanity just continued to grow. He made fun of the others. He was a murderer who planned on killing another person. The researcher just looked down at the ground as he was executed, uncertain of how she was feeling. On one hand, she was happy he was gone. Now she wouldn't have to worry about anyone else dying. But on the other hand... did he really deserve to be free from here? He didn't have to suffer anymore, even though he caused the most suffering by killing off not just one, but two people.

[Trial->Casino]

She had received nothing of worth from this machine in the past, but maybe it would provide her something of interest this time around. It's not like there wasn't a boatload of things to do in this destroyed city, but sometimes it'd be nice to have something she'd like to have for herself.

Strange Photo

It appears to be a photo of two twins, posed together. One of them is wearing a fencing uniform while the other doesn’t look so happy to be in the photo.

Kasper stared down at the photo, frowning ever so slightly. That was the fencer twins... They really did resemble each other. She tucked the picture away in her pocket and knew where she had to put this. In front of his capsule.

[Casino->Capsule->Theatre]

Once again, she decided it was time to isolate herself from the others. Maybe she could make it out alive if no one even knew she was there. She could almost be like a ghost, just fading in and out of the memories of the others.

A movie, she decided, would be her best option. It was almost twelve, wasn't it? Back at home, movies were her comfort method of choice. Maybe this would be a good way to get her mind to stray from the things that have been happening. With extreme caution, she moved into the theatre. Her little legs carried her into the only theatre with the movie title 'Spirited Away' scrolling across its marquee, to where she sat down in the far back and waited for the film to play.

However, there was someone else who seemed to wander into the room as well. Were they hoping to ease their troubles too? The raven haired girl watched them without a sound, adjusting her glasses and trying to see if they posed any threat to her.

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Arvid | The Ugly Reality | Casino > Hotel

The Nekomachine's meow happened just as expected, but it still managed to startle Arvid so much that he visibly jumped. With tired eyes and a deep frown, the brunet glowered accusingly at the machine before he grabbed the two items he had recieved in change for two credits. Why he even found it necessary to use those worthless coins everyone earned after another "solved" trial, he couldn't tell.

Kitty Treats

These paw-shaped treats look crunchy! You might take a handful if you were… y’know, not a human being. Seriously, lay off the cat treats. You’re freaking everybody out.

Ghost Chasers Box Set

Do you like daredevils? Do you like people who hunt down ghosts and put them back in their graves? Then this is the DVD box set for you!

Honestly, he wasn't sure which one of the prizes made him most ill. The kitty treats, probably something he was meant to hand over to one of the wretched cats, or the DVD of someone chasing ghosts and putting them back in ... their ... graves ...

The forester shuddered and made a grimace, which made it clear just how uncomfortable the thought of dead people made him feel. Arvid considered leaving the box set somewhere nearby the Nekomachine so maybe Nakiwa would see it and take the whole thing with her, but instead he tucked the DVD under his arm and decided to head back for the hotel. At least there he could drop things off and ignore them for a while.

On his way to the capsule hotel, he had more than enough of both time and silence to be left with his own thoughts. Which was the case about 24 hours a day now. The last trial had, without doubt, shaken most of the students in new ways, and he still couldn't get over the fact that Haru's death had made him almost relieved. Content. Happy. He had actually enjoyed seeing the psychologist's existence come to an abrupt end, and that fact alone left him awake and unable to calm his spinning mind at night. 

Oh, how he just wanted everything to stop. One thing was to lose control over what happened around him, but to lose control over himself?

There was so much he was supposed to feel, think, do, decide! And most of the time he wasn't capable of doing what was right, because the situation wouldn't allow him to. He felt like it changed him, forced him to think in new ways, accept the harsh reality and let all the vile things happen without him raising one single finger to fight against it.

Arvid halted in front of his capsule, unlocked it with his student ID, placed the DVD box inside, but kept the treats well hidden in one of his pockets. He then locked up his "room" once again and sat down on the floor with a tired sigh.

"Kanskje på tide å gi opp ..."

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the hope duo | tsukino | re: execution, items | trial->casino->ice cream parlor | attn: makoto

After the trial was over, the only one to approach her was Makoto. Which didn't really shock her. Everyone else was slowly crumbling. And, instead of lashing out, they were going to collapse in on themselves.

Tsukino intended to lash out. Hopefully, the bird girl was thinking the same thing.

"Meet me in the ice cream parlor in an hour from now. I have things to take care of, quickly."

trial room->casino

After exiting the trial room, she immediately went to the casino. She'd realized that she had six coins that she hadn't spent, and decided to do that. When she put four of them in, she got...

Health Slimming Instant Coffee

Who knew caffeinated beverages could be considered healthy? This brand of coffee promises to be exactly that - with an added bonus! Drink this homely brew and you’ll be dropping the pounds in no time with the help of special ingredients such as Semen Cassiae and Dietary fiber: Delicious! Despite all it’s health benefits, it’s taste leaves a lot to be desired.

Hair Extensions

Made to blend in and look as though it’s natural! This one in particular comes in black.

Coiled in Algae

A sad short story about the romance between a mermaid and a sailor. It’s the hardcover edition, and it certainly looks like it’s well used.

Pokémon 3DS Decals

An obnoxiously bright sticker set to apply to your handheld console. They could probably also be used elsewhere, should you so desire to slap a grinning Pikachu somewhere in your life.

...Pretty much all were useless. She didn't even like coffee. (Although, the short story seemed promising.) Nevertheless, she took the items to her capsule room, and placed them in there.

casino->capsule room->ice cream parlor

Next, she went to the ice cream parlor to wait. While doing so, she made herself a big sundae. Who cared about health at this point? It's not like there was anything incredibly healthy to eat besides sushi and gross coffee, apparently.

Whenever Makoto arrived, she would see Tsukino in the middle of eating a ridiculous chocolate sundae, complete with sprinkles and chocolate syrup. Was this the only reason she had the meeting at the parlor? Yes.

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Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

Where was she even heading to? Nowhere, to be honest. Chinatsu just walked around, no goal in mind as she just wanted to get away from everyone. Here and there, she made a few stops to rest for a bit, before she pulled herself up to venture even more. Couldn't stay too long in a place or else, someone would find her sooner or later.

It went on and on - Chinatsu already lost her sense of time when she finally reached the casino. There was no particular reason as to why she wanted to come here, but just as she was aware of her location, she was instantly reminded of the newly gained coin from the new trial. If she was already here, might as well use them all. Maybe she would find something that would somehow ease her worries? Anything for a distraction, really.

As the landscape architect entered the building, she was witness to a peculiar sight.

At first, Chinatsu asked herself if she hadn't completely lost it by now. This was too strange to be true, right? She blinked and rubbed her eyes, now theorizing that she might be so incredibly tired that she saw already things. It wouldn't be too far-fetched, right?

Though he still stood there.

Hisato in a Pikachu Kigurumi.

"..."

She was speechless. Even after pinching herself to wake up from this dream, she was still very much here and the pinch had hurt. The image didn't disappear and Chinatsu just dumbfoundly blinked.

First the dakimura with the pokeballs and now this. A real life Pikachu.

To make it worse, it looked so adorable that Chinatsu almost wanted to skip over to Hisato and hug him.

"... I-I j-j-j-just need a m-m-moment..."

That's all she said before Chinatsu just lied down, not caring one bit if she got dirty. This was the amount of level of how absolutely done she was.

"... B-B-But you look r-r-really, err, c-c-cute in that."

SLAP.

"OUCH!"

Guess who just smacked her forehead so hard that she contort herself and was holding her forehead.

This girl right here.

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Hisato || Cosplay Pikachu || RE: Nekomachine items ATTN: Chinatsu

He wasn't aware of exactly how long he was walking for after that particular outburst. But at least Hisato appeared completely himself (or rather that absolutely stone cold individual that the class surely knew by now) by the time he found himself at the capsule hotel again. Honestly the male was completely ready to crawl into his bed and not think for a while, give himself something of a chance to cool down, and would have done so had he not ended up distracted by something: a book by his locker he hadn't noticed before. 

...Oh, right. That one. The one he'd passed on to Haru. 

Frowning at the book and its amended note for a while, Hisato picked it up and tested its weight in his hands out of morbid curiosity. 

"...Eh."

Perhaps not as close as a call as he might have thought. But Hisato put the book back in his locker anyway, before climbing into his capsule and staying there for a while. 

[hotel -> casino]

Sometime later Hisato found himself in search of a distraction, that once again turning out to be the nekomachine. It was with a sigh that Hisato spun his ID card round in his hand in a practiced movement and swiped it to receive...

Pikachu Kigurumi

(x) A cute and comfortable costume made of soft cotton fabric. Perfect for relaxing in summer weather, sleeping or cosplaying!

After putting the kigurumi on straight over what he was already wearing in the casino, Hisato... just felt disappointed in himself, really. Why'd he even do that? He really was losing it.

Shame he didn't get the chance to take it off again before someone else entered the casino. Hisato quickly shoving the hood down with a disgruntled sort of noise. 

"...Look. If you're planning to kill me as well. Let me get this thing off first so I can at least die with some fucking dignity."

[bless leo for this incredible image]

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Arvid | hvor ille kan jeg være? | RE: Execution

As Haru spoke and the vote results blinked as they usually did from the wide screen, Arvid was clutching his head with both hands. His mouth twitched in an unfamiliar way and his sight went blurry, but no tears nor anguished cries came. A grotesque sort of tingling warmed his chest, erased the burning feeling of anger and made him feel like something good had happened. As if sentencing the psychologist to an early death was a victory.

Then again, maybe it was? The blond boy had killed not only one, but two of his classmates. Wasn't it just fair and square to get rid of the culprit? Certainly, such a tainted and wicked life couldn't be worth saving?

Arvid hurriedly halted that train of thought and bit down on his lower lip, hard. No, this wasn't what he wanted to become. Not some cynical, revenge-thirsty person who had been changed thanks to the mutual killing game. He had to stick to his original ideas and morals, remember what he had decided to fight for. Though really, it was just too clear what Haru thought of them ... The beautiful boy had already killed twice, and had singled out Hisato as the next victim on top of it all. Just that thought alone made whatever guilt within the forester evaporate like a drop of water on a hot surface. 

With the same loathing glare from earlier, he raised his head, fingers still buried desperately in brown tresses as though he feared something would escape from the inside, and kept his eyes locked on the smug-looking killer. Whatever the blond had to say about Arvid didn't matter, it was an empty and meaningless opinion. But what was said about everyone, Hisato especially, made him grit his teeth, drag them harshly against each other so the person standing beside him could probably hear it. Then the time came for the execution to begin, and the forester just barely heard himself chuckle scornfully as Haru got sent off.

While the punishment went on, Arvid paced back and forth, feeling uneasy and torn. Muffled sobs and panicked chuckles escaped him every now and then, until the number of students left had been lowered once more. The silence felt heavy and dreadful, as if it marked a terrifying change, but he tried his best to ignore it so exiting the trial room instantly wouldn't feel too wrong. It was over, after all. Haru Ikezawa was dead and gone. Hisato was safe and sound. Their deed was done in that place for now. 

Once in the elevator, the forester faced away from the rest of his class and stared intently at the wall. A part of him hoped to spot his own reflection, just so he could confirm that there was in fact an uncontrollable smile on his face.

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Masato | School Trial | Reloading... | Re: Everyone Sort Of(?)

Masato's confusion seemed to linger long after the conclusion of the execution (and therefor the conclusion of the trial as a whole) and he did not quite know how to respond. How could he, anyways? It involved someone else that he had little knowledge of, besides a few friendships- but then again, that had been an aspect of the trials consistent since the beginning.

The ash left by the execution was... Foreboding, to say the least. The flash of light at the end of the entire ordeal caused the sharpshooter to visibly flinch, but he recovered as quick as he had been disturbed.

It wasn't... That bad.

...He should have said something during the trial, no doubt. Michio had been his roommate after all- yet he had kept quiet. It wasn't like his death had been... Easy to accept, or simple. It came to the sharpshooter as a bit of a surprise, actually. They had barely spoken. So why would he even remotely be concerned?

Masato scratched at his left arm, frowning quite visibly. He opened his mouth to speak, but very little came out, and what did was deathly quiet.

"...Is that it?"

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Hisato || Volt Switch || Execution reaction

It was an unnatural feeling, being so caught up in annoyance like this. He was naturally reserved, yes, and yes he'd trained himself well enough that he could usually keep his emotions very well in check now. But he was still human. Just because he hid them extremely well didn't mean Hisato, believe it or not, didn't feel emotion.

This was also explanation for that feeling that could only be described as smugness that was brewing underneath that anger for a number of reasons. 

Not that Hisato showed any of this during the execution of course. The psychologist that had tormented him so (at the very least in his opinion) was electrocuted right before their eyes and Hisato didn't even seem to flinch, watching Haru's death like he was simply reading something before him. Completely passive in comparison to others around him, right down to being completely wordless as he turned his back on the smoking scene and left. 

Until he got outside and a little ways away from the trial room, that was. 

That strange wave of mixed annoyance and pride that carried Hisato out of the elevator and down the street for a while finally started to wear off, the boy grinding to a halt by a nearby building with a pained look on his face.

"...SHIT."

Possibly the loudest word Hisato had ever uttered in the group's time here in the city, the male's hand slamming into the wall and supporting him there as he took some breaths. What was it? Sudden upset? Pfft, not in the slightest. An attack by his illness? Close, but not quite.

No, Hisato had suddenly focused on everything he'd done in that trial.

He'd announced to the whole damn class that he was terminal. Well, death hanging over his head was nothing new, but Haru had summed up the reason as to why his illness' details had rolled up on his card that week Shie had died rather neatly. He'd shown a lot more emotion than was necessary too, for him at least. And he'd said-

"Fucking SHIT!"

That hand lifted up momentarily and slammed back into the wall as though to try jolt him back into sense, Hisato letting out a frustrated sigh at himself.

Then he straightened up again, pushed his hair out of his eyes and walked away with his expression already falling back to neutral.

He was going to have to keep an even tighter check on himself now.

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Chinatsu | Good riddance | Monotheater | Trial Room -> ??? | RE: Execution Reaction

Chinatsu didn't even bother to look at the execution.

Whenever she could, she avoided to witness it and in this case, she especially didn't want to pay any attention to a liar like Haru. To someone whom she hated. It was sudden, sure, but as soon as his true colors showed, a switch had been turned in her head. It hadn't been this bad with Nobuo, but maybe she felt like that because she at least spoke to Haru? Or this situation had gotten so much to her that she simply lost it.

It was possibly both. Scratch that, it was certainly both.

"F-Finally... a-ashes t-t-to ashes, eh? G-G-Good fucking r-r-riddance."

Another smirk appeared on her face, before she left the trial room, simply heading to the elevator. She didn't bother to look at anyone, why should she? Right now, Chinatsu could care less, she just wanted to be alone, to get away from everyone.

Get away so they didn't see how horrified she truly was.

Not just towards all of them , not just due to the fact that another person died, not just due to the fact that Hisato was dying-

She was scared of herself.

It was terrifying, which is why she hurried to get away from everyone.

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CHAPTER V - OBJECTIVE I

>> MISSION OBJECTIVE

Please exit the trial room via the elevator and return to your routines. Keep yourselves alive until the next event and then you can continue your life of mutual killing.

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EXECUTION - HARU IKEZAWA

"This isn't supposed to happen." The voice that came from Haru now was half-whimper, half-snarl, even more foreign than the malice in his tone earlier in the trial. Turning pale as a ghost, Haru clutched the podium he stood on and looked around with wide eyes. "I'm not supposed to lose!"

If anyone spoke, it was white noise to Haru's ears as the steel collar sprung out of nowhere and wrapped around his thin neck. He tugged at it in vain and gave a strangled, unintelligible gasp. The final view the others got of Haru before he was dragged away from them was one of a teenage boy who was terrified to die.

HARU IKEZAWA, SUPER HIGH-SCHOOL LEVEL BEHAVIOURAL PSYCHOLOGIST, HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY.

COMMENCING EXECUTION . . .

The chains that dragged Haru away deposited him in an initially puzzling room with low-key decorations and a desk at which Kuroneko sat, dressed in a cutesy bow ties and glasses (how they had gotten into these so fast was anybody's guess). Haru's blue eyes travelled around the room and he began to shake in fear as he saw the plush brown therapist's couch to which he was now bolted down.

Two electrodes were pressed to his head, linked to a machine which ominously whirred and buzzed. He knew well what it was - a device used for electroconvulsive therapy in the 1940s, which would induce convulsions at 450 volts for an unsedated patient.

Sweat began to roll down from Haru's hairline to his nose as the words "SHOCK TREATMENT" spelled out on the screen in bright, happy neon letters from where the gathered students watched in the courtroom. A small panel on the side of the machine lit up and coldly displayed the value "10V". Haru had no chance to see it, however, as he suddenly gasped when a small shock passed through him.

The panel flipped over to display another numeral. 20V. The shock that passed through Haru this time was more noticeable, and before he had time to speak or think it began to roll and rapidly increase - 30V - 40V - now 50 - now 100 -

At 450 volts Haru was in the throes of a convulsion, shaking about on the sofa with hair and clothing askew. Though smoke was rising from his head, when the seizure ended, he gave one last tiny, self-satisfied smirk, blinking through the pain although he could not see. It had not managed to kill him.

Indifferently, the number on the helmet panel rolled over once more, ticking into place to display 999V, and began to rev up for the final time. The noise and light were as if lightning struck, and for a moment, nothing could be seen but smoke rolling away from the thin, still shape. There was no more movement now from the black, ashy shell of Haru Ikezawa, nor any more words.

>>HARU IKEZAWA HAS BEEN EXECUTED.

art by leo

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Hisato || Torment || RE: Haru

"...Well. I got to give you credit for the poker face. Can appreciate that at least. Be a hypocrite if I didn't."

So he'd had another death threat hanging over his head? Incredible.

They really do like singling you out.

Hisato would also be lying if he said there wasn't a small sense of pride at finding Cleo's killer too. 'Might have caught the killer escaping' indeed. 

...But like hell could Hisato leave it like this. Not with that idiot over there grinning and lording it over them all, look at me I'm such a murderous genius, god.

He should leave it.

But for once, his enhanced restraint didn't work.

Stepping out from behind his podium Hisato crossed over to his would-be killer, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and spoke for only him to hear. His last words were announced to the whole courtroom however, though not really by conscious effort.

"Have fun in that execution."

Then Hisato turned his back, walking away without another word. 

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Chinatsu | Burn | Trial | RE: Trial End, ATTN: Haru

They got it right.

At least they finally caught Kojima's murderer as well, so justice had been somewhat served. A bit later than necessary, but it still happened. One should be happy about catching a serial killer, right? So that no one else had to suffer anymore?

Chinatsu felt none of this happiness.

If anything, she felt hollow. Honestly, she literally didn't care about this Lambert guy or whoever Tsukino was talking about. It was a dead kid, that was it. With their lousy investigation skills, how could they ever hope to find a way out?

With Haru's mocking, Chinatsu just shook her head, her face hidden behind the bangs of her hair. She was still trembling, having not even said anything to Makoto or anyone who seemed to have directed their words to her. All she heard was the twisted voice of Haru.

When she looked up, a broken smile was on her face, but it had... an unsettling aura to it.

"F-Fuck you, y-y-y-you fucking piece of shit. Don't m-m-mock me for m-m-my stuttering, you m-monster. B-B-Burn... Burn in hell. Trash like you should have been taken care of since long ago. And I-I-I'm glad I'm p-p-part of t-taking you o-o-out to some p-painful execution. D-Deserved it, bastard."

Was this just one sentence without any stuttering? Did she just sneered at him?

Mark that in a calendar.

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CHAPTER V - TRIAL - EXECUTION COMMENCE

"Jeez, I don't think anyone's lost it as much as this kid! Nasty through and through, I tell ya!"

Kuroneko bangs their gavel in finality.

"All the more reason to get this show on the road! Release the hounds! I mean... something cool like that."

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Two Face | Haru | Re: Vote

The votes came in and tears poured freely down Haru's face, along with hiccuping protests of "You guys...?" and personal implorements. But when the count came in, and his guilt was displayed for the world to see, the tears seemed to freeze in Haru's eyes. His face melted from teary to plain once again in a matter of seconds.

"...Ah, fuck it."

He leaned against his podium with an air almost of boredom.

"There goes that idea. 

"Guess I got careless after the Kojima case went so smoothly. I only made one mistake and none of you chumps noticed it. Got sloppy this time. Thought I'd chill out in the pool for a bit while the kid got chargrilled. Should have noticed I lost those stupid hairs. I'm losing my touch."

An alien, reptilian grin snaked its way across his face.

"But in case any of you idiots didn't work it out yet.... I killed them both."

"One more kill and I'd have been out of here. It would've been so easy to get away with. I have so many ideas I haven't used yet! Putting my necklace around Cleo's neck then pulling tight... it was so much fun. You guys should try it if you haven't already. Once you get a taste of murder... if you've got the brains to hide it, why stop? And then the Michio kid was practically begging for it, all alone at night like that. All I had to do was reach out to 'take his temperature'. It's so easy."

His eyes now rolled over to Hisato once again.

"What a shame. My talents are going to go to waste. Guess who I had in mind for next time, Hisa-chan? You would've been the perfect candidate. Could make it look like natural causes, since apparently you're gonna pop your clogs any second now. We had our fun, you and I. But it's over."

He surveyed the remaining members of the class languidly.

"I guess the upside is I don't have to pretend to be interested in you fucking idiots any more. Ohhh, I'm Chinatsu and I'm so s-s-s-s-scared! Oh, I'm Arvid and I'm soooo self-righteous! Min-yun, now that was another joke. Always with the fucking crying. I came so close to killing her once. If it hadn't been broad daylight I'd have done it. Well, no more of Kind Haru, Everyone's Shoulder To Cry On. I was a true genius, wasted on this group of imbeciles."

It was with a slight shudder that he finally paused. Was Haru finally accepting the reality of the situation? 

He looked down to the floor with a cruel smile.

"Well. Don't think you're all better than me. 'Cause you're the ones who voted me to die. I'll see you all in hell."

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CHAPTER IV - TRIAL - VOTE CALCULATION

"I think that's enough yappin', don't you, mutts? This trial was a pushover! Look like the culprit couldn't quite get away with killing twice! Gotta hand it to him, he's talented."

"Let's tally up those votes, shall we? I think you might just kill him before I do at this rate, nyahahaha!"

Haru Ikezawa - 6 votes Hisato Fukuyama - 1 vote

"Well how about that? I never would've guessed."