despair inducing ♕

the whole memory of my birth is too despairing! {sinner} not spoiler free!

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Speaking of the antenna, cue it drooping ever so slightly, as if it was showing that she was feeling uneasy in this moment.

" I! I didn’t mean to stare! " She held her ahoge between her thumb and index finger. Komaru was always a liiittle self-conscious of the thing, since it was like having bedhead that never went away…at the same time though she had come to live with it. Not that she would say any of this out loud anyway, but with that body language she showed how she felt about her ahoge, didn’t she?

Ah, geez. She messed this up, and now she couldn’t get out of it. Might as well deal with it.

" Um…hello. "

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     "I neeeever said I didn't like it!" She adored the attention; even if came from the likes of a member from the Naegi family. Tresses curved, stretching underneath her brow; lazily wiping a hand across her left cheek.

     "'Um...hello'?" Vocables arrogant in tone, as though she's much more superior. "Are you fuckin' kidding me? This is shit you come up with?" All of this was annoying, she couldn't stand for it-- Didn't anyone these days know basic manners? If not, small conversation?

     "So, what's your story, kid? Make it fuckin' snappy."

[chrisnerdwick]

By ことの

[mogequeen]

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"Hmmmmm, Moge-ko believes you’re not like normal girls. But that’s fine with Moge-ko. Moge-ko will love you even if you’re super weird! Sooo, what do you think of Moge-ko? Do you think she’s as cute as she finds yoooou?"

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     "Super weird is only a compliment, don't you think?" That aside, Moge-ko was quite adorable; if you looked at it in another perspective. "Hmm, are you sure~? There's enough of Junko-chan to go around-- ☆" From her yearnings, to meeting such a happy new face. She knows today is going to be a wonderful day. "Tee-hee! Of course you are suuuuuper cute, right? It'd be a super duper big crime for anyone to say otherwise!"

     Fingers lace through the bottom of her locks, eyes grow wider with each word she speaks. "Didja know there's totally not as many people honest, and open about this kinda thing? Isn't that juuust crazy!"

[erenyega]

      “——……uh.”

      Wasn’t…’LOL' some sort of internet colloquialism? He wasn't quite sure. He spent a lot of time on the computer, but he never really interacted much with others on it. Nevertheless, the phrasing was familiar, and the mocking tone of her voice perked his interest up a bit more. Rising up to her challenge, feeling indignant at her laughter, he spoke back in an argumentative voice.

      “No, not really. I mean, hell, even I know that as an insult, what I said wouldn’t really mean much. …Not that I meant it that way in the first place. I just thought it was strange to have such oddly-styled hair, is all.

      …As for where I came from, I’m not sure you’d get it, even if I explained. It’d be a long story, that’s for sure. LOL, yeah. From what I know, your guess isn’t far off. Though, it’s closer to what you’d call a medieval setting than wherever cave men are from. We lived inside walls, not caves.”

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     "Of course,"

     From thin air spectacles appear on her frame, tones suddenly appearing more serious from before. Eyes narrow in a slight manner, wondering what on Earth the male was thinking. Therefore, she figures he is only clueless on the idea of the phrasing of her words-- he seemed oddly clueless for a teen. "I believe you have mistaken my wording for a form of disdain," One would have to go much further to insult her. "I am not offended by your words, as there is a 5.5% chance that any one person would be."

     Oddly-styled? Well, obviously! Clear enough he hasn't met many with twintails such as she. "Have you been outside your apartment?" Half-mocking all the same. Even she's seen residents within seconds with much stranger hairstyles.

     "I haven't all day," Boringly glancing at crimson nails. "... how is it different? Make it snappy!" Medieval setting? She was only teasing him, so was this kid for real?

[luaneshe]

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[luaneshe]

    Vigilant eyes peruse the ongoing act, partially visible through what murky atmosphere lingers within the confines of  this dubious sector where she perches. Another, whether unaware of this lurking presence or not, prods ever so frequent at what appears the limb physique of an abandoned corpse. Rather, it is the peculiar method she observes that elicits pink brows to lift slightly so, one elbow pressing atop her thigh so that a gloved palm could support her chin with ease. No usual curiosity to death itself seems to be proffered by this youthful stranger, this lioness electing to reveal herself willingly at this point.

    "Is there really a point in doing that when they’ll just respawn good as new in an hour or two, little girl—?"

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     Further as the metal sinks into flesh, the wider the grin appears-- much as a Cheshire's would. Thick liquid spills across bare skin, porcelain thighs hovering above the corpses body-- now retracting herself towards the semi-discarded limb she attempted to remove earlier. Crimson nails press firmly to the flesh of her cheek, boredom already settled in.

    Run of the chase caused this, how easily the male had fallen for the Despair-obsessed charms. Palms rest on the length of her skirt, flimsy fabric falling through lengthy fingers-- wiping hands clean now.

     "Do you think so?" A singular tut comes after, attention still focused upon the deceased body in front. She has yet to face the stranger, yet worry is not any emotion to sense.

     "Ah, I knew someone would eventually ask me that. You really wanna know why?" She sounds bored, almost-- yet there's a hint of playfulness in her tones as the knife meets once more with flesh. A loud squish, a laugh and blood smearing across limbs is the one sight which is seen now. "Little girl." Repeating within a mocking tone.

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Halloween's right around the corner now, and it's not typically a huge fuss where they're from, but it's a holiday nonetheless. In a strange sort of reverse trick-or-treating, Naegi sticks an orange bag filled with candy outside the apartment--like before, it's just tagged with his name and addressed to her--and quickly hightails it. He doesn't care what she does with it, but everyone deserves something.

     Ah, Halloween? She was hardly expecting anyone to arrive on her doorstep— in face she’d tried her best to keep those pesky children away. In fact, they’d most likely be met with poisonous candy— Trick or treat little devils. That aside, she notices the bag sitting outside her door; who wouldn’t? The gaudy orange of the season, as someone flashy as Junko was; she couldn’t wait for it to be over.

     ”Gross.”

     Still, she takes the bag inside and flicks through the candy. Was this Makoto’s idea of a joke? He was too far kind, especially for his own good. Although, it excites her that through everything— he’s still willing to be kind to her.

[odiodise]

A lively one too… wasn’t she. It wasn’t difficult to tell the teen was someone who boasted with self esteem, something in which she didn’t criticize of. But once the suggestions kicked in, light flusters across her face were noted, discomfort crooking her brows.

❝O-Oh no! I insist… For someone like me to wear extravagantly would put a bad influence in society…❞ 

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     "Plu-eeze," Rounding a flat finger in the air, cool breezes wash past standing tall and firm while speaking to the much older woman. Knowing she wouldn't be anywhere without self boasted enthusiasm and confidence within her own self.

     --- some needed to learn the hard way.

     "Do you honestly think the world cares for what you wear? For instance, all it takes is a little confidence." She knew this. "Whoooo even cares what society thinks, am I right? Looking super cute is the only thing that matters!" At least like this.

[erenyega]

"…what? Despairing? Er, sorry if you took that to heart, I didn’t mean to insult you. It’s just that, where I come from, no one has hair the tone or style of yours. That’s what I meant by ‘ludicrous.’"

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     Was she speaking a different language? She could, if he so wanted. Eyes narrowed now, shrugging her firm shoulders with each word. "You think I could honestly take something so lame to heart?" As if to prove otherwise, a slow, high-pitched laugh shakes her shoulders; tresses flowing across shoulders.

     "LOL! Really!? Where'd you come from, kid? The stone age?" Sarcastic tones to equally match her words, this could become interesting; she notes. "This is sooo funny! Welcome to 2014, cave man!" She thinks that's pretty impressive. 

[xcocobunny-deactivated20151106]

messing around w/ diff styles and stuff!

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"Oh god, I got burnt because you are so hot..."

     "Y'know, I was gonna come up with a witty comeback, but really--" Who was this fool trying to chat her up? "Idiots like you need to stop right there, and revalue their lives. Come up with something original, it isn't hard." And stay away from the fire while it's hot.

     "Is that the best you've got?" Jean, please.

[erenyega]

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[erenyega]

      “——…That’s some ludicrous hairstyle you’ve got there.”

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     ".... how could you say something.... like that? ... ah, it's super, super, super Despairing for you to say something.... so insulting...." Welcome to Japan, punk.

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Pray for Despair (CA Closed || Kirei and Junko)

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“…Oh my. How careless of me.”

Blood.

The scene she would walk in on…was not beautiful. It was not art. It was not even pleasant.

      Blood.

It happens in the big city, or so they say. Walk down the wrong alleys at the wrong time, and you’ll regret it, one way or another.

      Blood.

The priest stood with the man in his arms. Or, perhaps not. Whatever he was holding, it was impossible to recognize as a man anymore.

      B L O O D.

Letting the body drop, the towering figure turned towards the young woman, standing silhouetted in the light of the street outside of the alley. His own crime was, of course, impossible to deny at this moment, so he faced her with a smile, his face and coat drenched in red. Raising a single hand, he waved ever so slightly.

“Pardon me for the image, my child. There was a minor scuffle here, nothing more. As you can see, this young man," Kirei indicated the figure he was talking about by delivering a sound blow to his chest with the heel of his boot. There was no response. Of course not. He was long gone. "…He is resting. And disturbing him any more may be a bad idea.”

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     Blood stained alley ways, a familiar scene she's seen many times before-- the familiar scent of blood hitting her senses, soon she follows; not bothering to think of the consequences. Why would she? Junko has nothing to hide, knowing she could give a pointer or two to those behind the scenes. If it was senseless killing for the sake of Despair, then who cared? The residents within the Hive needed to toughen up, she's been noting their screams and cries for many months now.

     As morbid of scenes it was, a satisfied grin stretches across her features as the metallic-like smell of blood draw much closer now. Squish! Boot meets bloodied liquid, heading deeper within the darkened alley, now she stops. Freshly manicured nails curl into a fist, eyeing the man standing before her, to the lump he carried within his grasp; taking note of the words spewing from his lips.

     Bullshit.

     "Oh? It's super funny you say that!" Junko hardly buys it for a second, the fact someone is willing to conceal this apparent scene from her is laughable. "Ever hear the story about Pinocchio?" Either way, she didn't care if he was lying about the man; it was obvious enough the lump was long gone now. "That shitty kid lied all his life, and where did that get him?" Not exactly a relevant topic, but none the less--

     However, he did have a charismatic way of speaking; something Junko knew well, and something she admired greatly. "Sooo, do I look like someone who believes this kind of shit? Don't fucking bullshit me. I've seen a super duper amount of Despair and death in my lifetime, you can drop that façade. I don't care." Yeah, he was definitely dead-- you never ever forget the stench of death. "I could smell that body from a mile away.." Drastically she pinches the bridge of her nose; a sigh escaping her. "Even if he was alive, you'd just kill him again, wouldn't you--?"

     Why allow a witness to escape.

[sailoruniformed-deactivated2018]

despairification started following you 

[sailoruniformed-deactivated2018]

She’s seen her face in those fashion magazines. She’s seen her face in those millions of pictures that were stuck on Monaka’s wall…so there was no mistaking it. Maybe if she just walked the other way, Komaru would go unnoticed. 

" She’s the last person I should be talking to, right…? "

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     How original, she thinks; fingers wrapped around the edge of her nose; shoulders move up and down as satisfied laughter echoes from her being. Ahoge? Check. This could only be the same female she'd known from her past-- Makoto's younger sister if her memory served right, which it always has done. Well, not that the pair had known one another directly, but same old, same old.

     "Yoo-hoooo!" Annoyingly unable to control herself, she reaches out better off making the first move. "Y'know, it's not very polite of you to just stare at me! I know I've got an unforgettable face, but have you seen that antenna sticking outta your head? It's super duper Despairingly sad!" Not that she knew much about politeness herself.

     "C'mooon, there's no need to be shy!"

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youth was beautiful ✲ chihiro

[prxgrammer]

      Sugarcoated words were only making him sick —sick of that presence who just approached him, that same presence that was, deep inside the intricate plots and the walls of an Academy no longer existing, the very cause behind his death and the death of his classmates.

      Definitely blatant —Chihiro Fujisaki didn’t want to stay an inch closer to Junko Enoshima. Not even a millimeter —the desire to grab his bag and run until he managed to bump on something or someone making the core of his bones vibrate with fear, a voice inside of him murmuring him to run, run away, run as fast as he could, run run run run—

      « I— I d—d-d—— » Stutter, nervous stutter —the uncomfortableness those red nails and that devilish smile was causing to him being even more evident, more difficult to hide. Not that he was a great liar. « I didn’t know. I d-don’t know, I j-just arrived here recently, E-Enoshima-san. »

                             i just want to stay away from you                                before you’ll ruin my life again

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     With a furious growl, hands place firmly upon her hips; leaning forward as she watches each move her former classmate makes. She was certain he didn't know it, but Chihiro was allowing her to partake with his own Despair-- giving her the looks on his face which she liked best. Smells of Despair fluttered within the air, seemingly placid features now turning into a wicked smile; sickly splendid as ever.

     Fear was the foremost expression which brought her sudden delight, lengthy finger now wrapping against the heat of her ear. Bubbling excitement spread across her own self; the familiar expressions she adored to surround herself in. She could smell the fear from a mile away, the vacant expression, the stuttering and nervousness-- it was all worth it.

     "Upupupupu," she beings, laughter exploding from her beings, as though she'd been waiting a lifetime for this particular moment. "Looks like the cat's got your tongue, Fujisaki-kun..." With a bored yawn, eyelashes flutter as a butterflies wings would; content with his ever growing stutter. ".. or should I say bear? You seem super jittery today, so it'll be fine, just fine."

     She was disgusted, yet happily pleased for this meeting; as long as Junko continued to meet with her classmates, everything would go to plan. She wanted this, to meet with them once more; so many things left unsaid, "Huuuh, you aren't scared of lil' ol' me, are you? Jeez, and I was super duper Despairingly excited to see you today!"

[hopeasis]

To: All Contacts | From: ???

[txt] Say, what do you make of that message we saw?

[txt] Is it really possible that everyone here possesses an extraordinary quality?

[txt] Are *you* particularly talented?

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To: ??? | From: Junko

[txt] what kind of stupid question is this wtf

[txt] its super Despairing to think thats even possible

[txt] tho if everyone was like me the world would be a better place

[txt] ugh.. you sound like someone i know and thats super gross [txt] let me make it easy for you: no one rly cares

       Loser.

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now or never ✲ touka

[shuunenbukai-blog]

      SHE hasn’t got much reasons to remain here, if she were to think on it. Was it sheer boredom that has her standing here still? No, walking the paths of darkened corridors like this has become a normalcy, can’t exactly keep jumping on rooftops like she used to and there wasn’t much point to expending her energy further. Not now when she’s got her kill finished, consumed what she’d needed for the rest of the month if she could help it. 

      Weird thing about this girl she encounters is what she’s doing. And even more so what she’s been asked. She’s just curious, really. Striking at doors for work? The hell is that supposed to accomplish?

      “What are you even doing?” 

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     She knows to cause a scene, it's best to strike up the grandest of parades to make yourself noticed. Her most favourite part about living is allowing herself to allude the busiest of noises; if no one else in this stinking place was going to do anything which sent goosebumps spreading down her arms-- she might as well.

     With almost enough force, the hinges rattle; nearly falling off from their frames. It meant nothing to her, maybe if the door landed on top, squishing her flat like a pancake.. it would only bring her enough lasting Despair until the next day.

     "What does it look like I'm doing?" With another kick, she rounds back on her heel; allowing her head to drawl back, to meet with the others' gaze. "Do you know how much work goes into something like this? Jeez, the place around here really isn't accommodating to someone like me! People talk too much, like take this sector for instance--" Another thwack can be heard as, again, her heel meets with the surface. "It's Despair-inducing, don't you think? I don't really expect answers, I just like talking, you know?" A pause. "Sooo many small fry come in and out here.." Now pointing to the red light on top.

     "---Really, I mean why should I give a shit what people do for pleasure?" She doesn't, honestly. "I'm boooored, nothing worth my time ever happens here. Huh--" Tapping a thin finger upon glossed lips, arm stretches up; gleefully watching the hinges from the door continue to wiggle.

     "What are you even doing?" She imitates, in equal tones.

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"Enoshima-san?"

During ther stay at Hope’s Peak she had hardly interacted with the model, but Sayaka felt that she didn’t mean harm. Sure, she was a bit bold and probably stubborn, too, but not as .. intimidating as the person in front of her. A few features were different as well, Sayaka noticed.

The idol swalloed her ill feelings and bad consciousness.

"Excuse my distress, it’s just been so long, I was a little susprised.. How have you been doing?"

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     "Huh?" She should expect it, dozens of her classmates surrounding her as they did within that gloomy school. Her entire time spent within those walls had been Despairingly boring, day in and day out of listening to nonsense spilling out from their lips. It wasn't so bad, maybe she was overreacting; after all, Junko had a notion to do as such.

     Stupidly as ever, she gives the idol a friendly wave; they were her classmates, those she loved dearly. What sort of person would she be to simply ignore their presence? There wasn't a way she could bring them back into Despair if she became ignorant, it was hardly Junko's style.

     "Surprised?! Isn't that super weird?" That's right, Sayaka had no idea she'd been behind the School Life of Mutual Killings, which was hardly surprising. Apparently Naegi hadn't told her of them, either.. Well, last she knew her greatest enemy had been here. "Long, hmm? I dunno about that! You could seriously count the months, days and years since we last saw one another on your hand!" But that wasn't necessary, not now. "It makes you think how Despairingly foolish we all are. Y'know? Getting kidnapped!"

     That still doesn't answer Sayaka's question. "Doesn't it make you feel all tingly and warm inside? Liiike something sticky--" Talk about NSFW related. "Does it look like I've been doing okay? This place totally stinks!" Not exactly, but she had a reputation to withhold here. "Isn't it the same for you? Y'know, you're locked up here again, and there's no way for you to get out!"

     What a warm welcome.