movie authority

Eliot Ghanem 17 years old Renowned critic ★★★★☆ beyond despair's bounds {status: alive}

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reconcile | Eliot & Mitsuo | Endgame

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Hopefully he wouldn’t have to see them again. Sachiko and Ryuu. Just two more names to add to the list of people he thought of as friends only to leave him hanging. Were they ever really friends? Now that he was back in reality, he wasn’t really sure anymore. Only thing he knew was that at the time, he felt comfortable around them, and they seemed happy to have him around.

…When did things go so wrong?

When he heard Eliot talk about how long he’d been there, he felt his throat tightening again. He waited that long? Just to apologize?

“I-It must’ve… been really hard, for you.”

He nodded, eagerly returning the hug. Yes, this was good. He missed this. Hugs, that is. And somehow, being here with Eliot-san, and with everything they talked about, the hug felt all the better.

“I-If no one else does, I… I-I’ll still forgive you. I… promise!”

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It definitely was hard for Eliot, sitting around waiting for something that could have taken longer than it did instead of going home with his parents. It was agonizing, but in the end, it was completely worth it. He wouldn’t have traded this for anything. After what felt like an eternity, he finally got to apologize to Mitsuo for the horrible mistake he made out of panic while repeatedly experiencing the pain of being torn into pieces. He shuddered at the memory of those sensations. He was sure he’d never forget the feeling.

Eliot held Mitsuo tightly, almost as if he was afraid to let him go. He finally had him now, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him again. At Mitsuo’s words, Eliot squeezed the boy tighter. How could he forgive Eliot? The critic couldn’t even forgive himself. He would never be able to. He would carry this guilt to his grave.

“Th... Thank you, Mitsuo.” He squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the fall of tears, taking a slow breath. Then, he pulled back.

“What was it... uh...” He rubbed his eye, then lifted his gaze to Mitsuo. There was something he hadn’t been able to stop wondering about, and it was really starting to bother him not knowing. “What was it like after you... after you died? If you don’t mind me asking...”

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Ghost | Eliot & Kuroi | Endgame

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Shiroi laughed lightly as she waved her hand.

“Nah, nah; don’t worry about it! I’m glad people are going out of their way to see Kuroi, he’s been a little…out of it since he got back from that weird computer thing-y.”

She then quickly moved behind Eliot, giving him a gentle push towards the curtain. Behind the curtain was quite a bit of machinery, most of it usually to pound the rice. Some of the workers gave Eliot and Shiroi a glance before she shooed them away. She finally stopped him in front of some steps that lead to a door. Fishing out some keys, Shiroi had unlocked the door and guestered Eliot in.

“After you.”

Of course, though, Shiroi had pretty much pulled him inside, shutting the door behind her. The other room looked…much like a normal house, and you couldn’t hear all of the machinery that was only one wall away. You’d think this was a normal house on it’s own. Shiroi motioned Eliot to follow her up some stairs. She was fairly quiet before she broke the silence.

“…That simulation must have been terrifying, huh?”

She had held her hands behind her back as she continued to talk.

“Kuroi told me everything that happened there. You were all forced to kill each other, and the killers got executed right in front of you. I…can’t imagine what it must have been like for all of you…”

She looked back at Eliot, a sort of sad smile on her face.

“I’m actually glad you’re here. You’re the person Kuroi had grown the closets to during the simulation, yeah? Usually he only let the kids from the Student Council visit him, but, he told me he doesn’t mind if anyone called ‘Eliot Ghanem’ visited him too. He told me about you, Eliot-kun. I can tell he cares about you a great deal…but…he said that he hurt you a lot too…”

There was a troubled and almost serious look on her face.

“…Is that true? Did he really hurt you? Please be honest with me.”

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Eliot couldn’t say he was surprised that Kuroi had been acting off. Everyone probably was. He knew he himself was for sure - he was struggling with more depression than he’d ever dealt with before. He still didn’t feel like he had readjusted to this world. It didn’t seem like anything would ever feel right again. Naturally, Kuroi would have something of the sort going on in his mind, too.

Eliot’s gaze snapped to Shiroi when she broke the silence, surprising the critic. He didn’t think she realized he was in the simulation, too. He wasn’t going to bring it up, of course, because it didn’t seem particularly important if she didn’t already know... but she knew he’d been in the game.

“A-Ah, yeah,” he responded weakly, mostly just forcing out whatever answer he could manage. “It’s... something I don’t like to think about, which is probably only making it harder for me to get past it, but...” He stopped himself. She didn’t care to hear about that. Why did he always feel the need to burden everyone with his problems?

And then, she surprised him again... This time to a point where he had to stop walking, watery eyes fixed on the girl. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. So Kuroi had mentioned him, after all...! And... oh.

Eliot’s gaze dropped toward the floor, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, it’s... I mean...” He sniffled, blinking a few times in quick succession. God damn it, he was not going to start crying! “Definitely... not as bad as some other people. And really, I... don’t blame Kuroi for any of it. At this point, none of that matters. I’m just happy he’s safe at home. That’s... all I really wanted, anyway.”

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reconcile | Eliot & Mitsuo | Endgame

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“H-He… Same… same to me, too. I-I felt so comfortable there, knowing him and Sachi-san were there to look out for me. B-But he… he…”

Mitsuo trailed off, rubbing his eyes (and wiping his tears). When he noticed Eliot’s head resting against the side of his bed, he paused. What would Neesan do right now? Neesan would probably call him a dummy and hit him. Wait, no. That would be bad. Bad Neesan. So instead, he reached out a shaking hand,  patting Eliot’s head gently.

“T-Thank you, Eliot-san…”

Huh?

“I… I feel like… I trust you more. I-It feels so weird to think that, because, well, y-yeah, but… I-I mean, you’re here. R-Right now. And not him. A-And, I… I really really appreciate that. S-So… thank you…”

Aw, dangit. His voice was wavering again. If Eliot were to look up right then, he’d find a teary-eyed floof kitten smiling back at him.

“Um, Eliot… san…? I… I could really… use a hug…”

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Sachi-san... Yes, of course. How could he forget Sachiko? She was just as bad as Ryuu was. He thought she was better, but she ended up disappointing him, too. They were a perfect match for each other. Eliot was glad, albeit regretfully, that he never had to see them again.

Eliot forced himself to breathe again. He was getting really sick of crying and acting like such a baby. As he worked on pulling himself together, he felt a soft pat on his head. Mitsuo was... comforting him. Eliot’s throat tightened, but he wasn’t about to let himself start back up with the crying. And then Mitsuo thanked him.

Eliot’s head shot up, and he looked at Mitsuo with brows furrowed in confusion. He said nothing, however, and waited, listening to whatever Mitsuo had to say. He still felt a little confused, but he gave a slow nod. “Well, I... I had to make sure you were alright, of course, since this was... my fault...” He wiped the tears from his cheeks. “So I’ve been here the whole time you’ve been asleep. I’m just glad you’re awake now...”

With that, he fell silent, taking steady breaths. He finally seemed to be done crying.

When Mitsuo spoke again, Eliot was quick to hop up to his feet. “A-Ah, of course...” If all Mitsuo wanted from him after this was a hug, he could be damn sure he was getting a hug. Honestly, Eliot needed one pretty badly, too. He took a seat on the bed, facing Mitsuo so he could wrap the boy up in his arms tightly.

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reconcile | Eliot & Mitsuo | Endgame

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Mitsuo opened his mouth to protest, but… no sound came out. Instead he listened to this, everything he’d heard. Even after seeing the trial, he didn’t understand 100% why he had to die. But hearing it all now, he just… was taken aback. He didn’t know what to say. So he just decided to listen, and respect Eliot’s confession. This had to be eating him up on the inside, judging by this emotional outburst.

This in itself was a lot to take in. A lot really happened around that, his death. More than he ever expected. All he really remembered afterwards was realizing it was Eliot. And now that he mentioned Ryuu’s name, memories came flooding back. So all that stuff Ryuu said about An- no, Kuria… All that was intentional? Trying to convict Kuria? Cover up… his murder…?

He let out a choked noise, biting his lip. It hurt. Ryuu was his friend, right? What happened to him since Mitsuo had died? Why would Ryuu do something like that?

It was weird, the thoughts going through his head. With Eliot right here in front of him, and not feeling angry or resentful whatsoever.

“I… It’s okay, Eliot-san. I… somehow, I’m not mad. Somehow, I… I understand. What you were going through, at that time.”

He nodded slowly, trying to stop his hands from shaking.

“W-We were all, uh, hurting… A lot… So, I… I forgive you…”

His voice wavered a little.

“I-I don’t know if we’ll ever, really, be okay… B-But, we’re… We’re all alive. I think, if we’re all alive, we can… We’ll be okay…”

There was another emotion bubbling up within him. At that moment, it boiled over. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“I… I don’t understand… W-Why did Ryuu-san do that…? I-I thought we… I thought we-”

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In all honestly, Eliot knew he should have expected forgiveness from Mitsuo. The boy was gentle and kind, and seeing him angry would truly be a rare sight. So... why was it so overwhelming to be told he was forgiven?

Eliot had to clasp a hand over his own mouth quickly, preventing a sob from escaping him. Mitsuo forgave him, but he still felt like such a monster. He deserved to die in that simulation, just like all the other murderers had. He should have been the one who died when Kuria did. She never deserved it! Her death was only to hurt Eliot more. It was only to punish him. He should have been the one executed.

Eliot pulled his glasses off and set them aside, wiping at his eyes again. He couldn’t get a good breath in, and he knew he needed to calm down, but he was being offered forgiveness for something horrible he’d done and wasn’t sure how to accept it.

While Mitsuo spoke, Eliot used that time to calm himself down and just breathe. He counted his breaths, feeling himself relax within a minute. Finally, he lifted his teary eyes to look at Mitsuo. God, he was so glad to see him. So glad he was alive after all.

“Th... Thank you, Mitsuo...” He sniffled again, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. He wanted to say more, but what was there to say? There was nothing that could make up for what he did. There was no way he could properly convey how horrible sorry he really was. He couldn’t keep making excuses for himself, either.

So it was... on to the topic of Ryuu, then. Something Eliot tried to avoid even thinking about.

“Ryuu, he...” Eliot lowered his gaze and shook his head. “Ryuu doesn’t care about anyone. You think you’re his friend, but the second he feels you might not be worth his time, you’re just... nothing! He tosses you aside like you’re nothing more than a piece of gum stuck to his shoe.” Clearly, Eliot was bitterly speaking of his own experience.

“He was the best friend I ever had, and it turns out he only cared about me when it was easy and convenient to do so. When I needed him the most, he...!” Eliot’s fists balled up again, pressing against his thighs. “He turned on me and had no problem giving someone I loved the death sentence so he could watch me suffer!”

Remembering the weight of what he had to deal with, Eliot lowered himself down until his head was pressed against the side of the bed. He couldn’t take this. All of this was too much.

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Ghost | Eliot & Kuroi | Endgame

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The albino girl had rubbed her head, looking up and to the side a bit, as if she’s trying to remember something.

“Hm…Ghanem…Ghanem…Oh! Right, you’re the movie critic guy, right? My friend is an avid follower on your blog, she says you’re a pretty articulate guy.”

Her ruby eyes looked up and down at Eliot, as if she’s studying him as he explained himself before she closed them with a smile on her lips.

“Oooh you wanna see my brother too? Man, he’s been getting a lot of visitors lately, don’t blame him though after that seriously fucked up shit Hope’s Peak did.”

There was a sort of bitterness laced with her sweet smile in her voice as she uttered the academy’s name. Her hand even seemed to tighten a bit before she moved it off the glass case, walking around and opening a small door that seperated behind the counter and the front, motioning Eliot to step in.

“I’m Shiroi, by the way. Shiroi Kato, SHSL Kogal. I’m also Kuroi’s older sister, nice to meet ya, Eliot-kun. He should be awake by now, so I can just take you to his room, follow me.”

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After she considered his name, the girl’s eyes seemed to light up with realization. For just a fleeting moment, Eliot thought Kuroi must have mentioned him at least once...!

Oh. Some friend is a fan of the blog he has not even logged into in several days. It wasn’t Kuroi who had mentioned him, it was some girl he didn’t know and was surely disappointing by not posting reviews. Alright.

He forced a small smile. “That’s kind of her. I appreciate it.”

And that was enough of that. He listened to her speak and watcher her tense with anger, but all he could really focus on was the fact that Kuroi had been getting other visitors, too. That only made sense - people liked Kuroi - so why did he feel a pang of jealousy toward those visitors?

He nodded along, his grip on his bag strap relaxing only somewhat. He opened his mouth to speak, but the girl was opening the counter for him, so he moved to step through. His legs felt like gelatin, especially as he followed after her. “Ah, thank you...” He swallowed thickly, his heart pounding hard in his chest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Shiroi-san.” He paused, climbing the steps behind Shiroi. “...It won’t be too much of a bother to him, will it? I could always come back later...”

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reconcile | Eliot & Mitsuo | Endgame

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His time since waking up was all a blur. Even while they tended to him and checked him over, he couldn’t begin to understand what had happened to him, or even answer questions. In his near delirium, punctuated by frequent nightmares and panic attacks, he was physically suffering. 

Over time, though, his state improved some. His physical health began to recover, and his mental health had stabilized at least. He was having one of his better days when they started to allow visitors. And so his eyes followed Eliot as he entered. The shock silenced him; he wanted to greet him, to say anything, but he could not.

And then it happened. Eliot fell to his knees, and Mitsuo saw tears running down his cheeks. He was… crying? Crying?

“E-Eliot.san…”

His throat was dry. Swallowing, he took a deep breath.

“Y-You’re okay… E-Eliot-san. I-I’m… glad.”

He was, honestly. One thing he had gradually come to terms with was the fact that he was alive, his thoughts had immediately gone to the others. He would have been sad if anyone had not made it off the island. Even Eliot, the one he later found out murdered him. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry.

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Kneeling at Mitsuo’s bedside, crying heavily and unable to even look at Mitsuo... Nice job, Eliot. He had imagined this countless times, planned what he would say, how he would act, and all of that was simply tossed out the window. Now he was just grossly pitiful.

At Mitsuo’s words, Eliot quickly shook his head fervently. Mitsuo shouldn’t have been glad to see Eliot. He should have hated him. He should have yelled at him to shut the fuck up and leave. He was supposed to be angry! Eliot clenched his teeth and held his breath, forcing himself to stop crying. He wiped at his eyes again, keeping his head down.

He cleared his throat again and sniffled once.

“I’m s-so... I’m so sorry... Mitsuo,” he managed, brows pinched together. “I know that I... I know I never got what I deserved for what I did. I tried...! I wanted them to execute me, but... but Ryuu, he...” He stopped himself to breathe, having forgotten to do so while speaking. “I don’t... I don’t know how much you remember, but I... I never would have done that to you, or anyone, if I hadn’t been so... fucked up! You know? That wasn’t me,” he insisted, every part of him trembling.

He still couldn’t bring himself to look at Mitsuo. He didn’t feel like he deserved to lift his head. “Once I realized what I did, I... I went to find help, I tried to stop the bleeding, I... Ryuu found me, and he started leading me around and telling me things, and I couldn’t think, I didn’t know what was going on...!” Another tear fell, and Eliot wiped it away quickly. “They got Kuria killed just so I could suffer with the weight of getting two people killed!” A sob escaped him, and he practically doubled over with the force of his tears. “I never wanted to hurt you!”

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Ghost | Eliot & Kuroi | Endgame

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As Eliot entered the shop, a light ringing sound was heard as the door had pushed past the bell above his head. As he stepped in, the shop was actually quite small, there were only display cases of various types of mochi inside them and even a small tray with small portions of mochi with a sign beside it saying, “Free samples! Please take one!”. Behind the counter was a curtain that swayed slightly and you could see the machinery and some workers in the back carrying pounds of rice and working. What’s interesting though, is the cashier who was also behind the counter.

She didn’t look to be paying attention to the person who had just walked in, as she was wearing headphones and was looking down. She had long silvery-white hair tied up in a loose ponytail and, judging by the profile of her face, she had a fair complexion and piercing ruby red eyes hidden behind a pair of black framed glasses. What’s most noticeable though, is that she looks identical to Kuroi.

The silver haired girl’s eyes flickered to the side a bit, before she took off her headphones. Setting down what looked like to be a fashion magazine as she stood up, facing Eliot and flashing him a bright smile. Although she was dressed in rather casual attire, she looked pretty enough to look like she was an idol.

“Hiya! Welcome to the ‘Kato-ya Mochi’! What can I help ya with today, sir?” 

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It was difficult to focus on anything, but in such a small shop, Eliot didn’t have much of a choice. At least it wasn’t crowded. No heads of black hair caught his eye, so, for the time being, he relaxed a little. Until his gaze landed properly on the girl at the counter.

Eliot’s eyes blinked open wide, caught entirely off guard by her appearance. There wasn’t anything particularly strange about her - Eliot knew, of course, what albinism was and how it manifested itself. It was just that her face was... Well, it was like looking at a feminine, albino Kuroi. It was startling, and he could barely keep himself from staring. Whoops.

His gaze flitting about nervously, especially toward the curtain leading into the back, Eliot approached the counter. He cleared his throat, twisting his bag’s strap in his fists. “G... Good afternoon,” he said with a polite bow, finally fixing his gaze on the girl again.

At least he knew he was definitely in the right place.

“I was actually just, looking for... Kuroi.” Eliot wasn’t sure when the last time he’d actually uttered Kuroi’s name was. He didn’t think he had at all since they woke up from the simulation. Saying it now with some semblance of casualty felt so strange. It was as if he’d forgotten Kuroi was real. “I’m... Well, I was, a classmate. Sort of. Um... Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly with what seemed to be a nervous chuckle. He’d forgotten to introduce himself. “My name is Eliot Ghanem.”

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Ghost | Eliot & Kuroi | Endgame

{ tw suicidal ideation just to be safe }

It had been perhaps a month since returning to reality. A long month, where Eliot struggled just to drag himself out of his bedroom to shower in the mornings. For the first week or so, Eliot simply waited for Mitsuo to wake up. After that exchange, he had no choice but to go home, to return to society…

He never touched his blog. He didn’t so much as visit a movie theater. Really, he hadn’t left his house in two weeks. He couldn’t sleep despite the amount of time he spent in bed. He had to force himself to eat. It was all he could do to keep himself away from the pills in the medicine cabinet and the knives on the kitchen counter. Eventually, his frantic mother suggested he reconnect with one of his classmates… and kept suggesting it. Over and over. Finally, Eliot caved. What choice did he have?

He didn’t know how to contact them, but he knew how to use the internet. Hope’s Peak was helpful, too. It took a little while, but he found him.

Standing outside the mochi shop, Eliot realized he had never felt so small. He shouldn’t have been doing this. No one wanted to see him again, especially not Kuroi. He was only going to upset someone he cared so strongly for. Still… if he said he wasn’t desperate to make sure Kuroi was alright, he’d be a horrible liar.

He put his hand on the door and paused for a second or two, a span of time that seemed to last forever but passed so quickly. Don’t fuck this up, Eliot. Don’t start crying. Definitely don’t fucking break down on him as soon as he looks at you.

He swallowed thickly as he pulled open the door. Unsteady legs carried him into the shop, and shaking hands formed fists around the strap that crossed his chest. Why did he still carry this bag around? He didn’t need his iPad. It was more of a security blanket than anything these days.

He glanced around the shop, but couldn’t keep his gaze on anything for very long. What if Kuroi wasn’t even here? What if he was, and he’d already noticed Eliot but hurried off to avoid him? This was such a stupid idea. He should just go home…

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reconcile | Eliot & Mitsuo | Endgame

They expected him to go home. Go home and… what? Return to normal? There was no normal anymore. All of that was gone. His blog, his readers, the movies he critiqued… That was nothing. Pointless. None of it mattered anymore. Sure, there were his parents, but… how could he face them as he was now? He was a disgrace. He was a wreck. He was a murderer.

After getting the O.K. from all the people in charge, Eliot contacted his parents to let them know there was something he had to do before he could go back home. They, of course, protested, but he hardly cared. They would still be there when he was ready. Before that, he had to find someone.

When he was brought to the chamber containing Mitsuo, Eliot pulled up a chair. He was going to wait however long he had to. He had no intention of leaving this building until he got to get something off of his heart. When he slept, he slept in that same chair. When he ate, it was food from a vending machine or a cafeteria. He was never away from Mitsuo for longer than an hour or two.

After a while, it almost felt like he would be waiting for Mitsuo forever. Then, while Eliot was dozing off, the pod opened.

Gaping, Eliot stood up and stepped back, allowing the scientists and doctors to attend to Mitsuo. The second the boy sat up, Eliot burst into tears. He turned away and covered his mouth, gasping to get a good breath in. He had done this. It was his fault Mitsuo wasn’t at home with his parents and Ryoko. He killed him. Yes, Eliot was far from himself that night. Yes, it was an accident he tried to fix. It didn’t matter.

Once the doctors allowed him to see Mitsuo properly, Eliot had pulled himself together… for the most part. He wiped at his eyes as he approached, lowering himself onto his knees beside the bed. Sitting in the chair didn’t show enough remorse. He pressed his fists to his thighs, and more tears ran down his cheeks. “M… M-Mitsuo…” He bowed his head, choking back a sob. He shouldn’t have been the one crying. He shouldn’t even be taking up this much of Mitsuo’s time.

God, he hated himself so much.

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ode to sleep | Eliot | Endgame reaction

The mastermind trial was a whirlwind, to say the least. Eliot felt incredibly helpless throughout the entire thing, and he couldn’t for even a few seconds shake the massive pit of hopelessness in his gut. He wanted to die. It was highly unfortunate that even if he died right then and there, he might still wake up. What a fuckin joke.

At some point, he went on autopilot. He went through the motions, doing just enough to scrape by. He didn’t really care about any of this. Often, he would glance at Kuroi or at Ryuu, but aside from that… he could hardly be bothered with any of this. Honestly, it didn’t quite register as real. Yes, technically it truly was not real, but this was definitely his consciousness, and when he woke up from this, he would feel the same. Everything would be the same, more or less.

And wake up he did.

Again, he went through the motions to get by, with the additional concern of wow, my hands work. He stared at his hands as he curled his fingers, uncurled them, made a fist. He had control again. He’d forgotten what that was like. With a quick glance at Ryuu, he decided to use his powers for good instead of punching Ryuu hard in his god-awful face. He looked at Kuroi, not far away from him. He wanted to take his hand. He didn’t.

Here they all were: alive, presumably safe, traumatized. A motley crew of mixed emotions. Some of these people were his friends once, briefly. It was so strange to consider. He had endured so much with them, he’d grown close to some of them… yet here he was on the other side of it with nothing left. Nothing but a strong desire to slip into nothingness.

The moment they were allowed to disperse, Eliot did so silently. He had no intention of burdening the others with his presence anymore. They had nothing to say to him, anyway - and if they did, it wouldn’t be anything pleasant. There was nothing to be said; there was nothing for him here at all. It was over, but nothing felt like it had ended for him. He shut his eyes to squeeze the tears out as he left, not so much as glancing back.

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Once upon a time, in a land far from here,

Twenty students played a game of murder and fear.

At last they fled from the dragon’s lair,

But what would you do, if you found yourself there?

It was supposed to be a time as any other, with thirty-two new students to the prestigious academy out and about for a class initiation. However, who knew that one careless mistake could lead to them being taken far away from the academy? Once the subject of a scandal along with unrest, Hope’s Peak had recently gotten back up again and had invited a new class of promising students there. However, they suddenly find themselves far away, in grand Ryuuko Castle. Thankfully there is a way out! The catch? The students must murder each other in order to return.

Beyond Despair’s Bounds 2 is the sequel to the original Beyond Despair’s Bounds game, held in Fall/Winter of 2015. It is a closed, submission-based group that features fantasy elements, along with new gameplay mechanics. Roster size is set at twenty-eight students, along with the four mod characters, for a total of thirty-two, split into two classes of sixteen. This is subject to change based on interest. Applications will open on the 1st of January at 12:00PM PST, however the form is available to fill out already.

Blog || About || Applications || How to Play || Rules || Mods 

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sometimes quiet is violent

a mix for Eliot Ghanem, SHSL movie critic. Packed full of songs for BDB relationships wow!

★ ☆ ★ sometimes quiet is violent

★ Migraine - Twenty One Pilots ★ Wasteland - Trapt ★ Fighting - Yellowcard ★ Ghost - Mystery Skulls ★ Map of the Problematique - Muse ★ Been Down - Blue October ★ Broken Hearted Soul - Ra ★ Salt - Bad Suns ★ Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots ★ Ready When You Are - Trapt ★ Follow My Feet - The Unlikely Candidates ★ Always - Panic! at the Disco

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// During the hiatus, if you guys want to RP with me, i’ve got Jesper and Rozalina! I’m bringing Rozalina to BDB2, and I’m applying with Jesper to Kyuupiikei, but that probably won’t be starting until the very end of September or the start of October. So! That’s where you can find me \o/

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Mastermind Voting Commencing!

Takumi Ueno- 6

Sachiko Arakawa- 1

Takumi Ueno has been voted as Mastermind!

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The Path to the Summit || MM Voting Tallies

“Are you correct? Have you truly gotten the right answer? Will you… succeed?”

“Let us….. see. Thank you.”

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(Not having internet for this trial is the WORST I'm sorry everyone... weeps quietly)

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Trial || The Fox and the Hound

Kumi then cleared their throat beginning the announcement for the trial.

“You are here to find the assaulter of Dakota Merryweather and the mastermind of the mutual killing game. It has come to now, and I trust you all to do your best.”

“The rules are as follows. You have four hours to debate the identity of the mastermind and the assaulter of Dakota… who knows, they might quite likely be one and the same. You may, during this time, ask me and the npcs questions, and debate on the evidence you have found. I pose several questions for you as you move along, and it’s also good for you to respond.”

“One. Where are you, and why are you here? Two. Who is Operative 190? Three. Who are Monokuma and Monomi? Four. Who assaulted Dakota? Five… Who is the mastermind?”

“And now… the trial for the attempted killer of Dakota and the mastermind… shall commence.”

Trial Start!