♔ despair

"I wanted everyone in the world to experience something like that…! I wanted to paint the world with such stunning Despair!" Rank: citizen Housing: District Epsilon Belongings: Defective Monokuma [WARNING: Not spoiler free!]

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far from pleasant [closed]

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He just frowned at the implications of him wanting her autograph. As if. He didn’t respond, just continued to glare down at her. He was sure she would recognize him sooner or later. After all, they did have such an elaborate fight last time they’d met—he was sure that wasn’t unforgettable. Further, she probably met more of his brother’s after he had passed out. Probably. He wasn’t sure what was the time frame between then and when he was taken here.

When she moved past him, a hand reached out and gripped onto her arm. Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to be letting her leave right now. Or for a while, at that.

"Unfortunately, I’m still bound to my duty from outside of this city. Until I know all that you have had to do with ‘that incident’, I can’t be letting you go."

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Junko comes to a halt when Madarai grabs her arm. She looks at his hand, then at him and smirks. "What are you even talking about? You sure you're not wasting your time talking to me about stupidities?" She says with a shrug. Boy Mukuro must've really did a number on him. Probably doesn't know one bit that it was her twin sister. Sucks that she doesn't have the same kind of talent as Mukuro does otherwise he'd be eating asphalt right about now.

"You think I know anything? If you want me to spill, then you should gimme 5 good reasons why I should bother telling you." Junko tugs on her arm then swings it while it remains in Madarai's grasp. "Besides, why even bother 'bout that kinda stuff anyways? Not like it's happening here. No siree. Everything's all find and dandy, so why don't you leave the past where it belongs and let me go."

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Things Best Forgotten [Open/Intro]

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"Ah!" The girl let out a pained cry as she was slapped. An imprint of her assailant’s hand burned on her cheek in a colour that nearly matched her hair.

Ryouko only listened and sobbed as the other girl yelled at her and shoved her down, but it only served to make her even more confused. So she did the only thing she could do right now: she opened her notebook and began to write down everything she could about this encounter. Remembering this was important, as unfortanate as it might be.

There was no way any of it could be true. Shouldn’t be…alive? No, no, she was here, wasn’t she? How could she be here if she were dead? “B-but I’m alive! You’re l-lying!”

When the fashionable girl said her name, Ryouko nearly dropped her pencil in shock. She…had a feeling. Was it a memory at last? No, she simply saw that name in her notebook just a few minutes ago. Frantically, she flipped through the pages before coming to a stop and reading out loud.

"J-Junko Enoshima…killed…eh!? KILLED!?" A thousand different alarms went off in Ryouko’s mind as she read the sentence over and over again with her eyes. This girl. The girl in front of her. She killed. She killed a man. Was she next?

"N-n-n…n…nothing to do with me…" The redhead backed away and whispered to herself. She wanted to be happy about meeting someone she had before, but it seemed that the only thing she had met was despair.

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Of course she would refuse to see the truth and retreat to her little fantasy. How idiotic. Once again, Junko's eyes fall onto Ryouko's notebook and wished that she had a lighter on her so she could burn that piece of useless crap right before her eyes. Not like she needed it anyways. After all, she's nothing but a waste of space. The only one who's supposed to exist, the real one here is her. No one else. God, what a crybaby. "You're not good for anything except bawling your eyes out, huh? Do you know how annoying that is? Seriously. No wonder everyone gets tired of you at some point." Tired of her. of Ryouko Otonashi. Not Junko Enoshima. 

"Hmph!" There's no point to reason with this imbecile, let alone try to use her to her advantage. She could rot in hell for all she cared. "If you ever get in my way, know that you're gonna what's comin' to ya!" She snaps as she stomps her foot near Ryouko's legs. She's going to forget about all of this eventually anyways and this'll all play out once again. What good is she if she can't hold onto her memories in the first place?

Junko walks closer to Ryouko and grabs her by her hair, yanking her upward until their faces align. Her nails dig through the red strands as her lips curl up into a scowl. 

"Know your place."

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Love is in the air?

Gross.

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[floristh]

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far from pleasant [closed]

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All he had been doing was waiting for the crosswalk to change, since he was heading back to the apartment. Really, there was no reason he shouldn’t be standing where he was, and the complaints he heard from behind were rather silly. Honestly, who didn’t look where they were going when nearing a crosswalk?

Turning around, his eyes thinned to slits. He knew who this was. There was no mistaking it—she was who he was looking for. He was prepared to fight just like the last time if need be.

"Junko Enoshima," he started, just staring down at her. "How lucky I am to find you in this desolate city.”

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Eyes peer up at the long haired man looking at her. Junko tilts her head, wondering why he looks so familiar. He knew her name so he probably went to Hope's Peak. Doesn't mean she recalls his name. Must've been some worthless student or something. Let's see. Izuru had long hair, but obviously he isn't as tall as this guy. Hm. Nope, nothing.

"Uh, sure pal, whatever you say. Look, I'm not giving out autographs at the moment, plus I wouldn't give them to someone who didn't say please. Listen, the light just changed so I'm going to head home now, 'kay? Thanks." Right as she's about to walk past him, it hits her. All those memories rise out of nowhere and give her an immense headache, but she finally knows who she's dealing with.

"Ugh, right, Madarai. Yeah, okay, look, can you cut the stalker crap you've been doing? I don't know about you, but I have a life I like to live and I'd like to get on with it right now."

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far from pleasant [closed]

Returning from a stroll around her housing, Junko checks her phone to see if she received any notifications while she was out. There wasn't much to see when the screen lit up, so she starts to put it away, that is until she walks into a black wall that was in the middle of the sidewalk. Wait, she's met with a bunch of hair covering her face.

Oh, gross. Thank goodness none of it got into her mouth.

Junko staggers back and looks up at her obstacle. Someone stood with their back to her and with ridiculously long hair, to boot. She didn't care who or what it was, but she definitely was going to give them a piece of her mind. "Hey, do you mind? I'm trying to get home and you're in my way, so move it."

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familiar faces

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     Mukuro’s expression, albeit she is conflicted within, is only more than happy to see her sister! Her twin looks cross, or even displeased? But that’s kind of normal of her, so the soldier reacts little to her introduction, only replying, sounding interested in sharing bits of her experience of this city with her sister, as she’s hardly had the opportunity to speak with her when she’s seen her.

     Blue eyes express her soft side, looking to be an entirely different person when speaking with Junko Enoshima. Still clinging to the ornate gift, she childishly shows it her sister’s way, awaiting for joyful approval if everything plays out right. ❝ Oh… I, well… I’ve seen some interesting stuff here, but this place is okay… look, I bought you a gift! I thought you might like it… ?❞ Upon opening the bag, Junko will find high-dollar make-up, everything from mascara and foundation to eyeshadow and lipsticks alike - everything her twin used during their time at the school, she remembered each brand and color her sister preferred; she’s absolutely positive the birthday present will be well-accepted. ❝ Happy birthday, Junko-chan. ❞

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Looks like Mukuro wasn't in the mood for story time. Not that it was a big deal anyways. Even if she had some interesting stories to tell, chances were that Junko wouldn't bother to listen unless it was about her. Good to know that her sister is in no mood to waste both of their time.

Junko perks up once she hears Mukuro's declaration. It's adorable how she tries to get whatever affection she can get by doing things that please Junko. And since it was their birthday, then Mukuro would do her hardest to make Junko happy. After all, what else is she good for? Well, lots of other things, but that isn't important. She takes the bag from Mukuro's hands and looks inside, finding various high-grade makeup products inside. Junko inspects it thoroughly to see if she could point out something to berate her sister over, but sees that everything was in place.

"Wow! There's a lot of stuff in here that I haven't even gotten yet! Hey, and this one was an exclusive! How did you get your hands on this one!" She gushes over each and every product, amazed at how Mukuro was able to put together such a nice gift bag. Junko knew that Mukuro desired praise and love from her, and to be honest, she won it this time with the gift. Lucky her! Might as well anyways. Besides, it's their birthday, so that can count as a gift.

Junko flings her arms over Mukuro and squeezes her in a tight hug, pressing her cheek against hers. "Mukuro-chan!" She says in a sing song, "Thank you! This is totally the best thing you have ever gave me! I'm so, so, so, so happy!"

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danse macabre [open]

[plegiancrowmaster]

Ohhh! That sounds pretty handy! it would save me the trouble of having to peek at those portals and dealing with those pesky demons! You’ve got yourself a deal! We don’t have any of those where I come from!

[Going along the music was easier now than it was before for him once he had taken up the tempo of the music. If well, dancing wasn’t something he had done often back in his world, he had a trained body so merely matching his movements to those of someone else was easy enough. The name of the girl reminded him of the kind of names that hailed from the other places of his world but those places he had only seen while fighting against enemy armies so it wasn’t exactly in a tourist fashion. Still he thought the name was nice.]

Well, I might be a dark mage but I am still a soldier so I’ve a trained body to fight on melee distance if I can’t kill my enemies before they get too close! If I was a frail little mage I’d probably be a broken, battered and bloody mess already left forgotten in some battlefield… Actually now that I think about it such death wouldn’t have been half-bad! Ehehe~

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A soldier? Didn't look like he has any kind of armor on him. Hardly, maybe. Men from different timelines and eras were difficult to comprehend. To add on to his weird, dark obsession, he had to go and mention how he'd like to die. Talk about a buzzkill. Junko staggers a bit in her dance after hearing that and almost steps on Henry's foot with the heel of her shoe, but swiftly recovers and avoids a disaster unfolding.

She looks at him with a blank expression, "So, you really like this kinda stuff, huh? Into dark arts and demons and all that crud." Yeah, not too bad. Maybe a demon summoner, dark mage--whatever the heck he is--will help out in her plan, if she ever decides to act upon it anyways. She'd need to learn even more of his ticks in order to make him despair, but alas, even Junko knows when she shouldn't cross into places she wouldn't think of venturing into. "Talking about that kinda stuff isn't exactly good for a first date, especially one like this, but I'll let it slide this time."

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danse macabre [open]

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"Selina Kyle. It’s simply charming to meet you." The woman answered before their dance begun. Surprisingly, it wasn’t very different from dancing with a man, the skin was simply softer. She led the way around the dancehall, quite glad that the girl seemed to be enjoying herself. Selina couldn’t really complain, herself; in fact, this seemed like the type of girl men clambered over each other for, and to be chosen as her dance partner was oddly flattering.

"Oh, but I couldn’t be having more fun if I tried! There’s no need to worry about me, dear." She felt a inwardly alarmed at the comment about showing off. Was it not enough that two beautiful young women dancing together elicited stares? She was trying to keep a low profile, after all. Hopefully her luck would hold out until she could get her hands on some interesting museum piece. 

"As a matter of fact, I’m simply looking forward to a little shopping trip."

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"Selina sounds like such a lovely name. I like it." Junko says as she spins her partner once more. There's the passive 'don't worry' statement, proving that all isn't as it seems with her. Oh well. As much as Junko wished to be nosy about it, she decides to leave Selina be for now. Still, she couldn't shake the fact that she seemed bugged by the attention they were receiving as they danced. Despite that though, Junko could tell that Selina enjoyed it nevertheless.

Selina once again catches Junko's attention the moment she mentions shopping. Potential gal pal? Maybe. Junko did not want that kind of thing to be superficial, not unless she was going to use her in her plans, but that's too cruel to consider for someone you've just met.

Junko laughs, "Shopping, huh? I could, like, totally go for a spree right now. Maybe we can go together one day," Then, she sighs, "Now that's something I haven't done in a long while. Kinda miss it."

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Things Best Forgotten [Open/Intro]

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The girl was immediately struck by the other’s beauty. It wasn’t something she noticed often…maybe? But she was noticing it now, and Ryouko couldn’t help feeling like she had seen her face before. It certainly wasn’t the one she saw in her notebook, but even so…

Her expression turned to a mask of confusion as the fashionable girl stopped in the middle of a sentence. “E-Eh? Are you okay?”

And then the air around her changed. She was angry, and for a reason that the analyst could only guess. Confused tears welled up in her eyes over the insults, but she didn’t cry. Instead, she yelled back. “I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE! H-HOW CAN YOU SAY SUCH THINGS TO ME!?”

Now the crying started. Ryouko couldn’t help it— all she wanted were some answers to her questions, and instead she gets a stranger yelling at her and saying she wasn’t Ryouko Otonashi. But she was, and that was the only thing she was certain of right now; if she didn’t have that, what did she have?

"And I’m not ugly! I’m the cutest person I know!" She was also the only person she knew, and that made it all the more truthful.

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The moment Ryouko snaps back at her, Junko raises her hand and smacks her face with all her might. "You are such a child! An annoying, unnecessary waste of space! Don't even think about talking back to me, insolent pest!" Junko's anger did not quell, but worsens when Ryouko starts to cry. She had no sympathy whatsoever for her counterpart. Whiny, pathetic, worthless, meaningless. "Ha! You think you're cute? Did you really just say that right now? Your stupidity has no end, doesn't it?"

"You shouldn't be standing here, crying your eyes out and yelling at me with that tone of yours. You shouldn't be alive. Hell, your existence ended a long time ago." So, why? Why is she here? Is this some sort of torment that the scientists had come up with? Or was it the plan of someone who wished to bring her down? It doesn't matter. Why bother figuring it out.

Might as well give this fake hell as long as she can.

Junko shoves Ryouko down then stares down at her. "You know you shoudn't even be here, right? You're dead! I would know, because guess what dimwit, I was the one who killed you! Me, Junko Enoshima!"

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Things Best Forgotten [Open/Intro]

The smells and sound of the city washed over the girl as she stepped out of a small building and into the winter sun. For anyone else, the sights and sounds might have brought back memories, but there was no remembering for her. Only fragments and pieces, like shattered glass in a pool; simply impossible to discern.

The girl held her notebook close to her chest. A notebook with the words Ryouko Otonashi’s Memory Notebook scrawled on the cover in neat handwriting— this was her name, and therefore her handwriting as well. She only wished she would remember for sure. But what she knew is that she could trust this notebook and everything she had written into it.

Eyes as red as her hair blinked and looked around the place she found herself in. When did she get here? This wasn’t Hope’s Peak Academy. Or was it? Reflexively, she opened her notebook and scanned the contents. There didn’t seem to be anything about a city like this, but she stopped flipping through it when she came to a picture she had drawn. The person it depicted…they didn’t look familiar at all. 

But she had a feeling and that feeling made her smile. Yet another feeling of dread started to overwhelm her, as if something was wrong.

The smile melted into a frown as she closed the notebook. She didn’t want to think about it, but she was glad she would soon forget about this feeling anyway. And yet there was still the problem of where she was; she had the feeling that she was told and, naturally, she hadn’t really retained that information for long.

"E-Excuse me! Do you know where I am?" Ryouko asked the friendliest looking person she could find. "I just arrived here…I think…"

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Cue another newbie who's a stray sheep, looking for it's way back to the heard. Annoying, as always. Did they really have to ask for help all the time? Why couldn't they just go on an adventure and get lost? Junko rolls her eyes as she turns to face the stranger, paying no mind to the familiarity of the voice. "Look, you're in this city where these weirdos are ruling over us and--"

OH MY GOD! It... It can't be!

If a phrase could sum up what was literally standing in front of Junko, it would be fashion disaster. Those red eyes, that idiotic innocence and ignorance-- Everything about her Junko despises immensely. Her eyes fall on the notebook the girl was carrying and she read the name over and over again, refusing to believe it, to accept what was in front of her. The name Ryouko Otonashi sparks feelings Junko had buried long ago and she destests it, oh she detests every bit of it! The urge to punch this nightmare square in the face is strong and inside she was petrified. Yet in reality, here she is with a blank face and keeping herself from losing her cool.

This has to be some sort of cruel trick. It has to. This is all a dream, a hallucination! It's impossible to blow it off and pretend this isn't happening. She could walk away and ignore this impostor, leaving her to wander off and fall in a ditch somewhere. But this is something Junko can't leave alone. She didn't care if she mad her cry or if this would lead her into further consequences. She plans to put an end to this for good. "Y-you..." Junko's hands ball into fists that start to shake with rage.

"Who the hell do you think you are going around like that. Is it fun parading around like that, calling yourself Ryouko Otonashi? You're nothing but scum. Absolute, disgusting, ugly scum." 

[gungniring]

Mission objective: for the next several days, you must act on a will of your own rather than go along with the wills of others. You must go against what others say and even what your sister has told you throughout your life. No longer should you be passive and finally instigate things. TIME LIMIT: 72 hours from date of publish and the challenge style is ‘drabble.’ Good luck!

( part 1 / part 2 )

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What a wonderful masquerade. And, more importantly for Selina, what a wonderful opportunity to slip out of here with something worth more than the lives of everyone here. Not that she would particularly agree with a thing being more valuable than a person these days, but someone out there would think so and pay her quite handsomely.

It was when she started thinking of where the fusebox to the building could be that she felt the tap on her shoulder. Not unheard of here, she was a beautiful woman at a masquerade ball, many people wanted to dance with her and none would be getting much else. The woman turned and was surprised to see it was a girl. Well, that was fine. Certainly a first for her, that was for sure. “Can’t say I have, but I’ve danced with some pretty dangerous men in my time.” Selina smiled charmingly. The girl had quite a boldness in the way she talked and carried herself, and her eyes boasted quite an intelligence behind such a shapely frame. However, if there was anything she learned in Gotham, it was how dangerous the intelligent ones could be.

She knew, she was one of them.

"Well then, I guess you’re after a dance? I’d be much obliged." At least until she could slip away and tend to more important matters.

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"Oh? You must enjoy flirting with danger then." She says as a smirk forms on her lips. Junko could sense that something was preoccupying her, as though there was something she had to do, but didn't exactly know how to go about it. What could possibly be weighing so heavily on her mind? It piqued her curiosity a bit, but was not enough to motivate her to find out.

She catches herself and promptly curtsies before her, "Where are my manners? My name's Junko Enoshima and I'll be your dance party this evening." Dancing with a woman would be a first for her, but it wasn't a big deal. The masked one before her was slightly taller than her, only by a bit. She couldn't help but snicker at the fact and says, "Looks like you're going to lead this little number." Junko then slides her arm around her partner's waist, slips her hand into hers, and off they go into the dance floor. Junko dances with her head held high as she sees the party-goers gawk at them. She laughs as she and her companion spin around to the music.

She notices that her partner isn't enjoying herself as much as she is, though. "C'mon, stop thinking on stuff for a bit and have fun with me." She comments "We're at a ball and the most important thing is to have a blast and show off, isn't it? Unless you got other things you have to do, then hey, don't let me stop you."

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danse macabre [open]

[plegiancrowmaster]

[Henry tilted his head at the girl’s question. He’d never heard of that “Ouija” thing so he had no idea what it was, how it looked or what it’s purpose was either.]

Nope. I’m a dark mage so I’ve fiddled with portals to other dimensions and I’ve accidentally released one or two demons here and there. They are quite nasty! You should see how much chaos they can bring when you let one loose!

[Of course he also had to deal with the problem but not without casualties here and there in the process.

The girl was pretty, no doubt about that, but it seemed the demon she was referring to earlier was herself which piqued Henry’s interest greatly. If this had been his first dance of the night, Henry would probably hadn’t known the proper etiquette when she extended her hand but now that he knew, he reached for her hand with his own and softly took it on his as if offering her hand somewhere to rest before closing in himself and placing his other hand on her hip. The current song was a more sophisticated dance than the previous ones he had participated with earlier, fitting of the girl claiming to be a demon, but still had the same feeling as one he had danced with a friend before so he should be able to do just fine this time around. One thing he had made sure was to make sure his mask would poke at her face so he tried keeping his face sideways as he was close to her.]

By the way, Name’s Henry. What’s your name?

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"What, are you clueless about Ouija boards?" Junko raises her eyebrow and grows skeptical when the guy tilts his head. He must live in a rock or something if he hasn't heard of them, whether he was a legit Dark Mage or not. "You use 'em to summon spirits and communicate with them through it. People enjoy using it at slumber parties." She laughs, "That must've been fun though to see demons right before your eyes. I dunno, if I saw that for myself, I'd end up becoming a believer. You better show me one someday and I'll show you a Ouija in return. Deal?"

Henry was the kind of name that put a damper on the vibe he just set up for himself. She had expected it to be Balthazar or something remotely demonic. Oh well. His parents must not have known he'd stray the path they expected him to stay on. Despite his name, he's quite the gentlemen and engaged in the dance with unexpected grace. Junko's heart fluttered at the thought of her little fairy tale coming true, but maybe she shouldn't pin her hopes on this Dark Mage. The chance of Henry winning over her heart was very slim and even a miracle wouldn't be of much help.

As the two dance and sway along to the music, Junko leans in towards Henry's ear, "Junko. Junko Enoshima." Then, she moves back to keep a small distance from his face as he twirls her around and leads her back into his arms. "You seem to be pretty good on your feet. I have to admit, that'd be last thing I would expect from a Dark Mage."

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[plegiancrowmaster]

[Henry had taken a break from earlier dancing and had gone to sample some of the food in the tables which he had never tried before. Once he had tried out a few, he decided to roam the hall for a bit and was suddenly addressed in such a way that piqued his interest greatly. The young man with the raven mask and hat whose smile didn’t fade then replied.]

Well, no literally but I’ve had close encounters with demons before! But dancing with a devil sounds really appealing! Nya ha ha!

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Junko inches away from the masked guy, not because he gave her the creeps, but because the last thing she wanted was her eye to get poked out by his mask. He's pretty cheerful to be here, maybe a bit too cheerful. "Demons, huh? Did you play with Ouijas too much when you were younger or were you susceptible to possessions when you were a kid?" Yeah, he really is too peppy if he wants to dance with the devil. Plus that laugh is just too weird. Whatever. A dance is a dance, after all.

"Alright then," Junko extends her hand out towards him, "Dance with me then, if you dare."