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{ ✂ - - -; Adonis wished they had slept in. The news was inevitable, of course, but if they had been smart, had just ignored the click of the door being unlocked and just went back to sleep, it could have waited a few hours until they had a decent amount of rest. Or, as decent as they could get, after being locked in an infirmary all night.

But with their luck, after what happened to them yesterday and that night, of course the first news they hear that morning would be of a murder.

The first thing they did, completely reasonably, was lock themselves in their room. In their defense, it was solitude, or a panic attack. They didn't even know Miki, had never talked to him but...but his murder still hit hard. It's--he's--he's the first murder, he's actually dead. Someone killed him.

And all of a sudden their predicament became all that more real.

Their life was at stake here, all their lives were in danger. Someone just died, and it was someone among those fourteen other students in the school who killed him.

Out of everyone here, one of them is a murderer. One of them killed Miki Ikari last night, and--and--...

They couldn't trust anyone.

One of them is the killer, and they didn't know who. They couldn't trust anyone.

But they couldn't very much isolate themselves from everyone, it would only backfire and make them seem suspicious. They could ask for alibis but--could they really trust anyone's word?

No.

But they had to try something.

And it was either extremely fortunate, or extremely unfortunate that they ran into someone three steps out their door. Trying to hide their alarm and skipped heartbeats, they managed to form some sort of a calm expression and some semblance of a smile, before greeting the student with a cheerful, ❝Hello.❞

#{ open }#{ ic }#no need to match length tbh #90% of this is adonis fighting off a panic attack

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Various emotions entered her mind at once. Her body against the corner, her eyes begin to water. This was not the sort of orientation she expected, no. She expected to be greeted by the headmaster Jin Kirigiri, not some sort of patterned stuff bear and it’s rambling about killing one another. The bears words echoed in her ears like the sound of the bell. Kill another and get away with it. Just the thought of it made her whimper. She slid down to the ground in a cloud of despair. She just wants to go home, to the farm.

「✿」- But… I don’t want to kill…

She held her hands over her head, sobbing silently. What a sad first day.

clothedinfear

{ ✂ - - -; As the commotion started to rise, Adonis stepped away from the main group of students. Some students reacted in panic, while others tried to call for order within the chaos. Was that how Adonis was supposed to react as well? However despite what the socially accepted reaction was, Adonis couldn't allow themselves to be seen in any form of uncontrolled panic. If they were going to react to the announcement, it would be on their own terms.

And in removing themselves from the group of horrified students, they heard something particular. Someone was crying. They could have pretended they didn't hear it, collected themselves and rejoined the students, copying and blending in with their reactions--however the person crying was a girl, and her voice was almost painfully similar to someone from their past. It reminded them of Isabella. And if they didn't seek her out, they knew it would bother them for the rest of their (possibly significantly shorter) life.

Glancing around, they looked for anyone out of place. The head of bright pumpkin orange huddled against a corner of the auditorium seemed like the most plausible choice. With the click of heels against wood unheard by the others, they stopped right in front of the girl. It was someone they didn't know. But that was a given, considering they just arrived here...an hour ago? That's strange. They only woke up here a few hours ago, yet...it felt like they had been here much longer...No, there were more important matters now than some strange feeling. Shaking the thought from their head, they crouched down before the girl.

❝You don't have to kill.❞ Even kneeling down, they were still taller than the girl. They hoped this wouldn't intimidate her, after all, they were attempting to comfort her. They had no idea how to comfort anyone.

Were those words enough? Or should they say more? Oh, why did they even try. They had no idea how to do this. ❝...If we find the Mastermind, we could all leave alive.❞ They tried making their voice higher, lighter, tried smiling kindly, though they weren't sure it came out kind.

#ahslfarmer #{ ic }#ahslfarmer: day 1

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outofclass--; I've got an essay to write and a steadily worsening headache, so I'll be offline for the rest of today!

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It is impossible to tell Adonis' sex from their voice as well, as it is neither high, nor low. Some interpret it as more of a tenor male voice, while to others it sounds like an alto female voice. However all, or mostly all can agree that it is smooth and breathless, sounding as if they are always nervous.

#ive had this fact in my head for weeks #just gotta write it down before i forgot #im sorry for all the poses i feel so bad omg #{ frayed thread }

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Regarding their appearance.

Adonis is very tall, towering above most at one hundred eighty one centimetres, plus one inch heeled boots. Some may find them intimidating purely because of their height, however if you look past that single detail, you would find they are as scary as a teacup.

With a lean build bordering on just plain skinny, it would be nearly impossible to assume Adonis had much more strength other than the standard. And truth be told, they are not very strong. Their physical features are fairly average, fairly plain, and barely above looking underweight. (However they are, in fact, underweight.)

Their hair is bleached past death, some streaks white, others varying shades of blonde. Their original hair colour is in fact blonde, however they just dyed it other shades of blonde. It's messy and tangled, and usually pulled back in a hasty low ponytail, a rope of somewhat curly somewhat wavy hair ending mid-back.

Overall, they are just long and thin, holding themselves with grace but not dignity. Their appearance is completely androgynous, and what few, slight characters that may tell their birth sex are hidden under layers and folds of clothing.

Oh, and also--their eyes are green.

{ this information is also on their appearance page, accessible from their about page. }

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veritatemiacet

（✘）▶▶ Upon being one of the first in the auditorium, he had time to address the situation and gather his thoughts. Green eyes blinked viciously at his surroundings as a finger rested atop his chin, determining whether or not everything that had occurred recently was a joke. The cameras. The voice. The overwhelming feeling of uneasiness. He wasn’t the only one in the gym however, and instead had some time to talk to a few of the other students. Gathering as much information as well as identities as needed. He’d offer kind words and a smile before waving them off to go look at something else. His interest was constantly piqued by each and every single bit of information. ”…” Doors. They were opening? Another student… which meant that the boy himself could test this theory that he deduced. Perhaps the mystery to this school was about to be solved— —or maybe not. "Hello!" He called out, giving a wave of a hand before approaching the other, "Miss—er… sir?" It was genuinely hard to tell which gender that this being was.

clothedinfear

{ ✂ - - -; Nearly jumping out of their skin at the voice, Adonis spun, a little too fast, to face the direction of the speaker. Any haze still previously clouding their mind was gone in a second, the shock sent through their nerves leaving them on high alert.

❝I-I..uh--❞ They had not spoken to a stranger in many years, all the human contact they had known was their adoptive family and those who worked for them. But talking couldn't be that hard, right?

Calming down their fidgeting hands and plastering a small smile on their face, they tried again. ❝Both--neither? I'm...not sure. I don't think I'm either.❞ How where they doing? Did they seem awkward? Were they conversing properly? ❝Please, just call me Adonis.❞

Right, right they were doing fine, they could do this. To hold a conversation, they had to continue it, right? They remember reading somewhere that they couldn't just reply to questions, they had to have questions of their own. ❝...Was there something you needed...?❞

Oh no, did they sound too cold? Or impolite? Maybe they should smile to show that they meant no negative intentions.

#veritatemiacet #veritatemiacet: introduction #{ ic }

{ ✂ - - -; ❝We talked about making it,❞ A low hum, breathless and soft, words barely perceptible against a melody sung three beats too slow. ❝I'm sorry that you never made it.❞

Rhythmic tapping and rhythmic steps resound down the empty hall, echoing back in soft whispers, scratching the air. Trimmed nails keep a wavering beat against the stone walls, as the voice continues slowly down the corridor. ❝And it pains me just to hear you have to say it.❞

The boots click to a stop, as the voice rises, confident in its isolation and lost within its words. ❝You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated,❞ A pause, a lapse in the melody, before ❝I see the wires pulling while you're breathing.❞

The steps resume.

❝You knew you had a reason, It killed you like diseases, I can hear it in your voice while you're speaking...you can't be treated.❞

An exhale, and the once trembling hands still. A grin holding no joy plasters across their face, as if the corners of their lips are being pulled up by a string. ❝Mr. know it all, had his reign and his fall,❞

The voice cuts off in a giggle, one which sounds strangely eerie, snaking down a dark, empty hallway.

❝At least that's what his brain is telling all!❞ The voice rises light as a feather, soft and high like an angel's cry. Their posture straightens, and their nails stop tapping. Humming a melody under their breath, they continue wordless down the hall, dragging their nails along the wall.

#{ musings }#just testing out their character #and testing out present tense + a new formatting style #ignore me

{ ✂ - - -; ❝Auditorium...?❞ Oh dear, they were dizzy. Was that a map on the paper on the wall? They couldn't see, everything was just a blurry mess. A thought along the lines of "Maybe they should sit down..." had just began to form, as they fell very clumsily atop the ground.

Oh no, this won't do, this won't do at all. They were in front of everyone in their new class, they couldn't be making such a fool of themselves so early! Get up, they had to get up. With one hand braced against the wall, they slowly pulled themselves up, leaning against it for support.

Why were they so dizzy...? Their thoughts were a mess. Did they collapse earlier? That would explain why they could feel slight bruises along their side. But if they had collapsed, how did they end up in this classroom? The last thing they remembered seeing was the entrance hall--nowhere near any classrooms.

Lost in their slowly clearing thoughts, Adonis did not notice their physical condition returning to normal until someone brushed harshly against them, knocking them away from the wall, and they managed to catch themselves before they fell. They weren't dizzy anymore.

With a sigh of relief, they stood up straight and brushed off their clothes. The idea of confronting the person who knocked them over did not even cross their mind.

Report to the Auditorium, was it...? Adonis was still very much confused, about their condition, about the situation. However orders were orders, and that must have been the headmaster speaking. It was only polite to obey.

Walking along the halls, Adonis felt a temptation to walk towards every door they saw--however a childhood mantra repeated in their head, "curiosity killed the cat..." and they resisted their urges, instead obediently heading straight for the Auditorium doors.

They could check the rooms later, they could speak to their classmates later, however now, they had orders to follow. With a deep breath to calm their nerves, they pulled open the heavy doors of the Auditorium--and stepped inside.

#{ ic }#{ musings }#{ diary }#im not sure which category this falls under so im tagging all their writing tags

outofclass--; Before roleplaying with me, I highly advise you read the following pages!

About page

Rules page (more of a guidelines and useful information page, don't be intimidated by the title!)

And my Navigation page has been completed, I advise you to check that out as well!

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