Ashland Hollic

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This is an old pic but you get the idea.

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There’s no announcement yet about it being night. Was time really that long? Or short for that matter? How many hours had they even been in this place? Was it only barely a day or something? Agh… This was almost difficult to focus on. This entire thing was just so confusing....

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Oh for fucks sake, really? He really went all the way outside, into the cold and almost died for nothing?! Ashland stared long and hard at the bag of jolly ranchers and life savers in his hands. More specifically, HIS bag of jolly ranchers and life savers. The ones that had been absent from his pocket when hed woken up in this godforsaken place. In addition to finding his...lifesavers, he also found his glasses, his notebook, his Chinese to Cantonese dictionary and hiS BLOOD SUGAR TESTING KIT ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME. So. Yeah, he was totally using that like right now. Thank goodness his dorm happened to be empty. Better finish before someone comes in. He sat on the bed where he found his box (bottom bunk thank you very much), humming 'Aguas de Marco' as he put the test together. He was just about to prick his finger when he heard someone enter the dorm. Damnit. Ashland didn't register anything about the boy other than his orange hair and his apologetic expression. "I-it's fine. I-I should've gone to the bathroom anyway..." He spoke so quietly, it would've been a miracle to have heard him with a megaphone.

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Apparently, I have no threads! Ashland is completely free!

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Ashland grasped the jar, murmuring a string of apologies as he sat down on a crate, “l-look, I know you don’t owe me anything, and this is going to sound very backwards….but if I don’t get something sugary soon, I’m going to go into shock and die, which would help you so so oh...

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"Oh thank God." Ahsland whispered, sinking to the floor and grabbing the crackers and cookies. He opened the cookies first and shoved three into his mouth. He chewed as minimally as possibly and swallowed audibly. He ate two more before speaking, "So..thanks. If I don't pass out in the next few minutes then I'll probably live...but seeing as I ha-have no way t-to check my blood sugar...well, anyway, thanks Kanno..." He laid down, "You can leave if you want, I won't be ready to leave f-for a while..." He closed his eyes. If Toru Kanno was going to take this opportunity to kill him, he sure as hell didn't want to see it coming. He was sure Toru was a nice guy, but, killing him would be understandable, given the circumstances. He wouldn't blame him really. Wait, wow. Wow. Yep. Low blood sugar was definitely affecting his mood. That wasn't normal.

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Ashland squinted as he listened. “Y-you’re right, it’s just that…I was kind of scared to go to the dorms alone honestly…” He grimaced, “God I’m such a wuss…” He ate another cracker, not thinking about the ‘respect’ thing. Or the ‘generous’ thing for that matter. This guy...

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"Yeah, well, it's kind off hard for me to not worry." It was hard to tell if this was snapped or not because it was said so softly, "But thanks, f-for the company, I guess." He un zipped his aviators jacket. "And, I'm a s-super Highschool level linguist....I'm pretty sure I said..." He whispered as he surreptitiously put the rest of the cracker packet in his jacket pocket. His inside, pocket. "You, ah, p-play tennis, right?"

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Ashland stood, squinting at the taller student. “I…I just wasn’t thinking,” oh, back to whispering them, alright, “M-my name’s Ashland Hollic…l-linguist, I guess… Um, you can…” Ashland closed his eyes, weighing his options. Damnit. “You can…have a couple…if you want,...

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Ashland squinted as he listened. "Y-you're right, it's just that...I was kind of scared to go to the dorms alone honestly..." He grimaced, "God I'm such a wuss..." He ate another cracker, not thinking about the 'respect' thing. Or the 'generous' thing for that matter. This guy seemed really nice, but Ashland was obviously distrustful off everyone in the compound. They were supposed to kill each other after all. Or, at least that's what most of the students had said. "But...we're in the same dorm, I think, so..." His voice petered out as he looked off to the side. "Yeah, I'll just go with you i-if that's alright..." He held out the packet again. Was-was he bribing him? With crackers? Huh. Kind of a weak bribe is that was his intention.

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In his hurry he seemed to have tripped over something small and heavy in the middle of the hallway. After not falling spectatucularly (nope, totally didn’t happen), he discovered the small heavy thing was some nerd student. What kind of idiot sits in the middle of a hallway?!...

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Ashland stood, squinting at the taller student. "I...I just wasn't thinking," oh, back to whispering them, alright, "M-my name's Ashland Hollic...l-linguist, I guess... Um, you can..." Ashland closed his eyes, weighing his options. Damnit. "You can...have a couple...if you want, yomohiro..." He offered the pack, still not making eye contact. Yikes, he was acting like he was giving up a kidney. Did he really like these crackers so much? Or just food? He didn't look like he ate a lot, the dude's as thin as a rail.

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Ashland was done. Yep. Completely and utterly: done. “WELL I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE IF IT’S A FUCKING PANTRY OR NOT WHY DON’T YOU HELP ME OPEN A FUCKING BOX SO WE CAN FIND OUT IF THERES EVEN ANY FOOD IN HERE!” This was screamed. In Toru’s face. They stood facing each other,...

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Ashland grasped the jar, murmuring a string of apologies as he sat down on a crate, "l-look, I know you don't owe me anything, and this is going to sound very backwards....but if I don't get something sugary soon, I'm going to go into shock and die, which would help you so so oh my god why did I tell you this..." This was all said in a stream of murmurs as Ashland listed to the side, like he was fighting to stay upright.

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"Shit… ‘s cold…"

Thanks for being observant, Super High School Level Captain Obvious. After a mental argument against himself, debating if he should get up or not, he was forced to make a choice as soon as he heard an annoying announcement. There were… other people here. Great. While...

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In his hurry he seemed to have tripped over something small and heavy in the middle of the hallway. After not falling spectatucularly (nope, totally didn't happen), he discovered the small heavy thing was some nerd student. What kind of idiot sits in the middle of a hallway?! This guy, apparently. "SORRY!" The small kid yelled, standing up and pushing hair out of his face, "S-sorry..." He repeated, almost inaudibly. He clutched a packet of crackers to his chest and brushed crumbs off his oversized, non-standard issued cardigan. It went to his knees. Why didn't he get one his size? Weird. Also, the cuffs of his pants were turned up to his knees because they were too long. Was that on purpose? Some sort of fashion thing? The world may never know.

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Either Ashland didn’t hear, or he ignored him because he continued on without answering, obviously expecting Toru to follow. It took them maybe four minutes to reach the building they assumed was the pantry. Together they managed to open the icy door and clamber inside. After...

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Ashland was done. Yep. Completely and utterly: done. "WELL I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE IF IT'S A FUCKING PANTRY OR NOT WHY DON'T YOU HELP ME OPEN A FUCKING BOX SO WE CAN FIND OUT IF THERES EVEN ANY FOOD IN HERE!" This was screamed. In Toru's face. They stood facing each other, Ashland breathing heavily—wheezing really—, and Toru dead silent. Ashland, after a few moments of stunned silence, blinked rapidly and hugged himself, stumbling, "Look...I need some sugar, okay, I just..." This was whispered in his normal tone of voice, "I-I need to sit down..."

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“Oh, sure. Thanks…um, you should pull down your hood.” Ashland whispered as he did so, “M-make sure your headband thing doesn’t f-fall off….” He turned and slowly pulled the door open, revealing the blindingly white expanse outside. “Here goes nothing…” He mouthed inaudibly...

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Either Ashland didn't hear, or he ignored him because he continued on without answering, obviously expecting Toru to follow. It took them maybe four minutes to reach the building they assumed was the pantry. Together they managed to open the icy door and clamber inside. After closing the door, Ashland pulled down his hood, brushing windswept hair out of his face and looking around. "Well, this looks like a pantry..."

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Hello, dolls! It’d be really rad if you could help me out on a little thing. I’ll even give you an autograph, if y’want! It’ll be adorable, trust me!

Can you reblog or like this if you’re a dangan ronpa oc blog?Real sweet of you to do so! After all, I gotta meet some of you cuties.

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Cold as balls//Ashland H.

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Ashland smiled weakly because he didn’t know what else to do. It probably came out as a grimace though, “E-excuse me..?” He must have—he couldn’t have just said…’Nyah’…

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Well, what’dya know! This made Toru grimace too.

And he did it again.

"N-Nya…"

Complete with the batting at the air.

"Nya… Yeah…"

Clearing his throat, the catman glanced off to the side again. Clearly, this wasn’t going anywhere.

"Take me to the pantry. I can carry stuff."

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"Oh, sure. Thanks...um, you should pull down your hood." Ashland whispered as he did so, "M-make sure your headband thing doesn't f-fall off...." He turned and slowly pulled the door open, revealing the blindingly white expanse outside. "Here goes nothing..." He mouthed inaudibly before trudging out into the snow. It came up to his waist. He really didn't want to die out here, that would be very uncomfortable.

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Voice Meme

I've never done this before! Ha!

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"Food? W-well, I was actually about to go to the pantry," Ashland, said, looking at the floor and brushing hair out of his face, "…it’s outside…you could c-come with me, if you want…"

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This prompted a frown from Toru. He considered this. Come with him? A stranger?!

It could...

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Ashland smiled weakly because he didn't know what else to do. It probably came out as a grimace though, "E-excuse me..?" He must have—he couldn't have just said...'Nyah'...

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Ashland stumbled back as soon as the boy released his arm. He answered his question, although he was disinclined to do so, “M-my name is Ashland…” he said quietly. Murmured. Well, whispered. “D-did you need something?” Distract him, and back away. Unfortunately there was...

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"Food? W-well, I was actually about to go to the pantry," Ashland, said, looking at the floor and brushing hair out of his face, "...it's outside...you could c-come with me, if you want..."

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Ashland only knew three things for certain. One, he wasn’t going to be killing anyone; two, it was as cold as balls and three, he didn’t have any food. He’d already checked his pockets, which he’d found to be completely empty—he didn’t even have a hair tie. After listening to...

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Ashland stumbled back as soon as the boy released his arm. He answered his question, although he was disinclined to do so, "M-my name is Ashland..." he said quietly. Murmured. Well, whispered. "D-did you need something?" Distract him, and back away. Unfortunately there was nowhere to back away to.