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#torinoko ronpa #ch1 #investigation

Ringo investigates the body itself, and the markings on it. (hope I'm doing this right!)

Her skin is charred and it seems as if some skin is missing. Yikes.

By the way, by the way, you do things to... - (Ab)Normal Days

About four days have passed since the food was taken away. It’s…gotten unbearable but the human body can survive three weeks without food, so it’s not the end of the world…yet. As you pull yourself out of your room for water in the morning, you notice Kohaku making their way out of the changing room, face even more pale than you recall them being.

“H- Ueha-san-”

They frantically look back into the room, pointing.

“Th-The sauna-”

Ignoring the fact that Kohaku really shouldn’t be going to the sauna on an empty stomach, you decide to walk with them back into the room to figure out what they’re going on about. They take you to the sauna entrance.

“There was a chair in front of the door ss-so I moved it to open the door, I was confused why it was there but-”

They push the door to the sauna open to reveal…

“Ping pong pang pon! Students, a dead body has been found! Investigation will commence for the next 7 hours! Upupu, see you at the school trial!”

MONOBEAR FILES: Case 1 Victim: Otoha Ueha - SHSL Pâtissière Time of Death: 10:30pm

#torinoko ronpa #ch1

#torinoko ronpa #motive #ch1

I didn’t know that I was... - Motive Release

After a week of nothing happening since the “reveal” that you were meant to kill others, no one has turned up dead. It really makes you question if this is serious or it’s just a really long orientation period.

It’s hit Monday, and as promised, you hear that annoying voice over the speakers again, calling you once again to the gymnasium. Is this going to happen every week? You and your classmates (you count to make sure it is everyone) arrive at the gymnasium. The bear is sitting on the podium, looking at his paw as if he’s admiring his non-existant nails. Once the last person enters, he turns towards everyone with a sigh, lowering his hand. Overdramatic, much?

“I see you’re not taking my words seriously, it’s really boring if I have to push you all to do this, but I guess there’s no other choice.”

He pushes himself to stand up and hop onto the floor to walk around.

“Like I said, I’d give out motivation to murder if no one wound up dead by now. So I though long and hard about this, what would drive someone to murder besides the fact that it’s their only way out of here?

“THEN it hit me.”

He saunters to the back of the room and turns back towards everyone.

“Quite literally actually! I was eating my lunch yesterday then it hit me! Right in the face then fell on the floor! How terrible a fate for such good food.”

He seems almost sad for a moment, completely going off topic of what he was originally talking about.

“It made me so mad that I just tossed out ALL of the food in the building! That’s right, there is no food left, you still have access to water, but food? Nah. It’ll take about…a week to get new food, which a human can survive that long without, but I’m sure it’d feel like it was actually killing you after that long, hm?

“And it’s not even guaranteed it’ll get here that fast! Maybe it’ll take two weeks! Or three! However long it will take, you’ll all still be without food.”

He starts to walk back to the fron of the room.

“Thouuughhhh I might be able to sneak the food in faster if someone kills. I mean, wouldn’t that be great? not having to wait and possibly die from starvation? I’ll leave it up to you all.”

He hopped back up onto the podium.

“You have all the time in the world to make up your mind, but you might want to do it before you die of starvation.”

That ominous “upupupu!” echoed through the room as he, again, jumps behind the podium and vanishes.

Closed for Ringo | Torinoko Ronpa | Prologue

jjjayu:

Hwan exhaled at the other’s confirmation of his worries, seeming to be a little relieved even though he thought his roommate didn’t seem like the oblivious type. “See, that confirmation makes me feel a little better about being so suspicious,” he commented, biting at his lower lip a little.

Absentmindedly, he turned back to his computer setup, which was set ti the desktop screen at the moment, then seeming to remember something and going to dig in the bag his computer had come out of, producing two USB controllers out of the thing. He had one more, but he didn’t need it.

“Yeah, I’d get a laugh out of that. Or they’re waiting to tell us we won some other prize too,” Hwan commented. “Anyway, we’ve got time to kill and I do have a few games on this thing. You down for some Mortal Kombat or something?”

“Well, I’d be worried if you weren’t. Not everyday something like this happens.” He watches him curiously, dividing his time glancing between him and his own fingernails - however, the latter seemed to demand more of his attention.

Then he perks up. “...Mortal Kombat?” There’s an initial look of disbelief on Ringo’s face, and he sits up so suddenly his glasses nearly slide off his face. Then, once again, he shuffles forwards, his bony hands grasping out for a controller. “Hell yeah! Pass me one! Now who’d you play? Because I’m an expert Johnny Cage.” Life was too short to not play video games, even in a situation like this.

swimwiththesharks

and you may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful school! // open // torinoko

swimwiththesharks:

She looks in the direction she hears the voice come from and jumps a little bit at the sight of the other. He looks like a cartoon character. She doesn’t even know where to look there’s so much going on. She frowns at the brow-wriggle, her arm that was up at her chin dropping to her other arm still crossed in front of her.

“…I suppose it is a bad prank.”

The fact that he was even pulled into this conversation by the word ‘prank’ doesn’t seem to shock her much since he looks like that kind of person.

“I have as good of an idea as you might.”

He could see it in her reaction, the moment she laid eyes on him. That stunned moment of apprehension that he was rather used to seeing in those he just met. Still, he grins. A wide, obnoxious grin, as he teeters closer, standing on his toes to make himself appear taller.

"Now hang on. I’m meant to be at Hope Peak’s. Is this some kind of entrance ceremony?” His fingers tap his chin thoughtfully. “That’s some creaaative way of going about this, huh?”

After a pause, seemingly gazing off and trying to suss it out for himself, he remembers the existence of the woman before him. “Oh! Silly me. What’s your name? Let’s not start on the wrong foot here.”

Closed for Ringo | Torinoko Ronpa | Prologue

jjjayu:

At the reply, Hwan gave a laugh and, in between chuckles, found the room to roll his eyes at the other’s words. The laughing was still the dominant factor, though, when he folded his arms in front of his chest and cocked a hip before speaking again, this time in a slightly more serious tone. “You can’t tell me you don’t sense anything a little off here, man. I mean, doors and windows sealed shut. No way to see the outside. No internet connection. I mean, it could be some joke but it just… seems like someone doesn’t want us getting in or out. Googling wouldn’t really help us even if we could do it.”

He cleared his throat at the end of his serious little speech, biting the inside of his cheek before sitting back in his chair and relaxing into it, tipping his head back slightly. “I suppose you’re right though. Nice rooms, from what I saw there’s a bunch of space to go looking around in. I even took a look around a bunch of it myself earlier. It can’t be too bad, I guess, as long as nothing bad’s happening.”

He sits up a little, his toothy grin disappearing for an instant. “Of course I know something’s off. I have no idea what I’m doing here or who any of you are. I’m getting the creeps just from how empty this place is. I’m just trying to make the best of a bad hand. Okay, sweetie?”

He lies back down, folding his legs. His serious demeanour washes away, melting straight back into its relaxed, careless state. “It’s not a bad place though. Maybe we’ve been set up for some prank TV show. Maybe someone’s filming us to see how we react. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?”

He points to his eyes with two fingers, then points towards the ceiling with one. Then he blows a kiss. He hopes whoever’s watching feels blessed.

swimwiththesharks

and you may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful school! // open // torinoko

hinking about it from the moment she woke up, everything in this school seemed off but she couldn’t place a finger on the exact thing. With it still on the mind, Crystal made her way to the gymnasium as asked of her. It was a bit hard trying to find it as she wasn’t used to the school’s layout, but eventually she found the entrance to it. She glanced around at her other classmates, making a note to herself that she looked like the oldest and probably the one who stands out most in her class. Great.

Her arms cross, and a hand lifts to her chin in thought, squinting in the direction of the bear as he speaks- then he disappears…Okay? She quickly looks around the room to see if he took off somehow, but she doesn’t spot him anywhere.

Where the Fuck did he go?

Something is really off.

“…Is this some sort of prank?”

“...Prank?”

Of course, guess who swivels his head. Guess who grins at her with his smug, smarmy face and his ridiculously huge glasses. Even after all the nonsense with the talking bear, he still somehow, somehow has it in his senses to give Crystal the suggestive brow-wriggle.

“Hah... I think I know a thing or two ‘bout pranks. Haha... This is a pretty shitty one, if you ask me.”

Was his misplaced sense of humour a coping mechanism? It might’ve been. He approaches her, his stride so impressively casual that it looks lopsided and overdone. “Got any guesses what this is about?”

Closed for Ringo | Torinoko Ronpa | Prologue

jjjayu:

Hwan let out a laugh at the other’s answers, turning the swivel chair to face the other as he spoke. “Never woulda guessed you liked green,” he said sarcastically, smirking at the other before turning back and pressing a few buttons on his keyboard, clearing the machine back to the desktop screen.He then went to stand up again.

“Well, my setup here?” he asked, patting the tower affectionately as he went to stand on his knees and begin searching the wall near the floor for something. “I was trying to connect to the internet before you got in here, but I can’t find a network in the damned place. So now I’m trying to find somewhere I can manually plug into, see if that gets me anywhere. I mean…” Before continuing, he stood up and went to lean in and whisper to his roommate. “You’re feeling something fucked up with that bear in here too, right? It ain’t just me?”

Though his eyes remain hidden by the obnoxious star glasses, his brows (which are, unbelievably, also dyed green), perk up sympathetically. His voice adopts a sad, pathetic kind of tone. “I’m feeling it too, for real. When I find myself locked up with a bunch of strangers in a place like this, all I can think is, God. Why can’t I Google this? Why can’t I just Google what’s going on? Do you know what I’m saying? Life’s a mess, isn’t it?” He sighs, shrugging his shoulders with limp defeat.

Then, he flops back on Hwan’s bed, putting up his arms behind his head, apparently claiming it as his own. “Still, the accommodation isn’t so bad. It looks like whoever set this up knows us well. D’you think they have room service?” A huge, cheeky grin plays on his face.

Closed for Ringo | Torinoko Ronpa | Prologue

jjjayu:

Hwan, now standing slightly slouched next to the desk and computer setup he had just recently constructed, folded his arms as he watched the other’s actions carefully, inhaling sharply when his hoodie was prodded at and straightening up once he had finally been spoken to once again. He cleared his throat when the other was done speaking, as if preparing his own voice for use.

“You can call me either Jayu or Hwan, I prefer the latter but the roster prefers the former. Hacktivist. I’ve got a fondness for mint green and hot, sunny days where I can crank up the AC and hibernate under blankets inside. And that last one’s a little tough, so I’m gonna say Rasputin by Boney M just cause I know that’d confuse the hell out of people.” He clicked his tongue once he was finished rattling off his answers, smirking a little and moving an arm to dust off part of his computer tower as he went to look toward his roommate. “What about you? You look like you’ve got a story or two to tell. I’m curious.”

Once his computer tower was dusted off to his satisfaction, the hacker turned to sit down in his chair, leaning back slightly with his eyes on Ringo and his hands in his pocket. “Whenever you’re ready.”

At that remark, he can’t help but let out a boisterous laugh - his voice is sharp and loud. “A story or two? I’ve got three, four, five stories, I’ve got a story for every hair on that head of yours! But lemme tell you. I’m Ringo Rollick. Ultimate Prank Caller. I love green, I love warm Spring days, and I’d play Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen.”

With a smile, Ringo moves closer, perching on the edge of Hwan’s bed like a gargoyle so he could get a view of the screen. He’s grinning again, but it’s not as harsh any more. “I like your taste, Hwan. In fact, I think I could see us being friends. As long as you tell me what you plan on doin’ with that doohickey.” He gestures offhandedly towards the computer tower.

Closed for Ringo | Torinoko Ronpa | Prologue

jjjayu:

Hwan still leaning back somewhat dejectedly in his chair, still annoyed at the lack of an internet connection his setup was producing, simply let his bright green eyes migrate to this mess leftover from some 1980s fashion vomit in front of him.

“Man, I’ve never met you before in my life so I don’t know what kind of ‘business’ we’ve got to finish. And who said I was playing video games?” The Korean cocked a brow at his roommate, climbing out of the chair and standing at his entire, unimpressive 5′3″ in front of the other. “You’re my roommate though, right?”

Compared to the other, Hwan looked straight up boring in his oversized jeans, blue t-shirt, and grey hoodie with a stitched bit of Hangul on the chest, but he liked it that way. He wondered where the other’s taste had come from.

Ringo stares at him, inclining his head, curiously tilting it as if closely inspecting him. The Prank Caller himself was a 5′11, and his heels pushed him up even higher. “Humm, hummmm....” He reached forwards, gently pinching Hwan’s hoodie, as if to briefly inspect it, before letting go. He seems to be, almost intentionally, taking a great deal of time to even respond to the other boy’s question.

Then, he steps back, a slow, but delighted smirk growing on his lips. His fingers snapped together, before a finger is pointed teasingly towards Hwan’s nose. “Our business is our introductions. I don’t know you, and I want to fix that. Let’s get along, why don’t we?”

He continues on without pause. “Name, talent, favourite colour, ideal weather, and the song you’d play at your funeral. Lay it on me.”

Closed for Ringo | Torinoko Ronpa | Prologue

@ringorollick

Hwan inhaled deeply as he entered his dorm room, sighing in relief when all of his things were there, untouched and unharmed. He was ready to get to the bottom of whatever was happening, and immediately went to the large duffle bag that was sat carefully at the bottom of his bed, starting to take out and build up his computer tower, setting out his monitors, and pulling out the power strip he had brought specifically for his electronics. With everything set out to his satisfaction, he was finally ready to search for networks, grunting loudly when his search came up entirely empty.

“Damn…” he cursed to himself, backing away from the desk slightly and folding his arms in front of his chest. It wasn’t going to be that easy apparently.

His disappointment was clear as he sighed softly, staring at his own knees as his door unlocked behind him, unbeknownst to him.

Click. Ca-lick. BOOMF.

Soon after the door unlocks, a high-heeled boot slams against it, with enough vigour for it to hit the adjacent wall. And then, the scrawny, overdone mess of a man walks in, his squinting eyes unseen under the sheen of his sunglasses. He doesn’t appear to notice the other in the room at first, and if he did, he certainly doesn’t acknowledge him.

Ringo strides in silently, examining the aesthetic posters on his side of the wall, the telephone, his bed, and the little pink fuzzy dice that dangled above the bedframe. “Hmm.. I see, I see.”

He grins, his green lips parting to reveal almost sharklike teeth. Then, suddenly, he spins on his heel towards the other, snapping a finger towards him. “Hey! You thinkin’ of goofin’ off here? Playing video games, at this hour? Get off your ass. We have business to resolve.” His arms cross.

#prologue #torinoko ronpa #ooc #:eyes:

Roommates!

On your maps, you will find your rooms, there are two people listed per room and in each room there is two beds and two dressers.

Your roommates are as follows:

Haruka Daigo and Eri Sotomura Gaho Goto and Norman Poe Shouko Kurosaki and Clara Rosalinda Montes Liyana Fatina Hammad and Crystal Waters Daniel Trench and Sabrina Eve Quang Jotaro Kujo and Tatsumi Miyako Ringo Rollick and Jayu Pion and Kohaku Tachibana Otoha Ueha and Nime ver Captionem

#prologue #torinoko ronpa

headfirst slide - prologue

It’s your first day at Hope’s Peak Academy- it’s required that you at least show up to the first day of school for rules and such. You’re only allowed out of it if you’re sick and well…you’re not sick today! This day has been…pretty hyped and you can’t deny that there’s a feeling of excitement beating in your chest. You’ll have a nice class, or at least you hope, and you’ll make some friends that you might not have had before!

The school towers above you, you can only imagine what’s on all these floors that could help with furthering your talent to be better. That and classrooms are a thing too. You’re more excited about the ‘fun’ stuff andnot the ‘learning’ stuff for right now. You take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. It’s…time to start your school year!

You take a step into the school, and only have but a second to examine your surroundings before your vision goes hazy and your consciousness slips.

You awaken in an unfamiliar classroom alone and just assume that someone took you here (though you guess that’s a little weird, isn’t there an infirmary here?), but then you noticed the bolted windows. You didn’t recall seeing bolted windows from the outside of the school…You stand up, to investigate when a tone goes off.

“Is everyone awake now?”

A grating voice came through the loudspeakers, why does this person sound like a cartoon character from Doraemon…

“Great! Then get your asses down to the gymnasium so I can greet you all in person!”

That’s…not a way to speak to your students. You however follow their instructions and begin to search for the gym. It takes you a moment to find it but you get there nonetheless. Inside the gym, you find yourself amongst all your other classmates. There are 18 of you in total, all of you are confused. No one seems to know who called you here, or how you got to your respective classrooms.

You hear a voice sound from behind the podium on the stage. It clears its throat.

“Goooooood morning!”

It’s. It’s a toy bear. There is a toy bear talking to you right now.

“Now- you must have lots of questions on where you are- who everyone else is. You know. The whole showdown.”

He points out at you all.

“But I’m going to wait to tell you! For now, all I am leaving you with is some small information that will prove useful.

“In your pockets- or bags or whatever the fuck you all have that carries things, you will find an electronic ID. On these IDs are your school maps, your classmates names and talents, and these act as the keys to your rooms. They are very hard to break, but try not to attempt breaking them. It’s tempting, I know.

“Please! Mingle with your classmates and get to know each other!

“It’s for the best.”

And with that, he cackled and hopped back behind the podium, seemingly disappearing.

…Guess you have no other choice.