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RP Blog for Aiko Sato, SHSL Wedding Planner, affiliated with Cinema Despair 2: Director's Cut. || ALIVE ||

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Pain au Chocolat | Aiko | Closed for Mio

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That’s definitely one way to put it. This whole experience had been a time. Ever since the whole incident with the mascots, Mio hadn’t been herself. As hard as she was trying, she couldn’t forgive herself for what happened. 

It felt like she had been alone in her trailer forever when she heard a knock on the door. Mio stared up at the door in silence trying to decide if she should answer it before she heard a familiar voice. It was Aiko.

She sighed as she stood up from the bed and got the door.

“Oh… Hey, Aiko-chan. You… need something?”

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“You are...not okay.”

When people have purple faces, it’s usually a bad sign. Mio didn’t look or sound so hot.

“Can I um...can I help?”

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Pop-pool-lar | Jiro | Closed for Aiko

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Jiro was oh-so-happy to provide the details.

“You mean when I accidentally caused you to flash your boobs and you punched me into the water?”

He waded away from her as he spoke, helping himself think and getting himself away from someone who might get angry at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think that would be topped unless you accidentally pulled off my pants on the way in. Even then I’d probably be too embarrassed to actually do anything about it, so you’d be safe from any potential broken noses.”

He shrugged. Partial nudity was less severe than complete nudity, so technically he had grounds to prank her back. Rather than risk a full scale prank war, he decided to not say that. Good job, Jiro.

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Aiko scoffed as she leaned against the side of the pool, putting her arms over the edge.

“I did not break your nose.”

Jiro don’t test her, she has bad judgement.

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Pain au Chocolat | Aiko | Closed for Mio

It had been A Time. Dealing with the fallout from the disaster of the trial, and…other things. Somehow, remarkably, not even all bad things. But it was still there– Aiko felt better, now, days after the trial, after talking to Rosario, but there was still that pang of hollowness that she tried her best to smother. Growing apathy, resignation. It was scary.

And still, monotony set in.

Yesterday, Aiko had gotten quite the haul from the item machine– an unintentionally large one, and she muttered minced oaths under her breath when she realized she had, again, spent the blood money. Nothing was especially good, either, though the kigurumi was adorable. She had sighed and gathered it all up, hauling it back to her trailer. It was on this trip back that she noticed Mio– well, noticed and paid any tought to. She was down– like, really down. And because Aiko had no knowledge of her son’s near death experience and Mio and Rosario’s part in it, she assumed it was about the trial. Which, well, Aiko couldn’t tell Mio how long to grieve, but it was worth checking up on her. So here she was the next day, doing just that. Knock knock.

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“Mio-chan? Are you there?”

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Aiko didn't mean to spend all of her coins but she sure did-- goodbye blood money. 6 items here we go.

Goodbye Blood Money, here we go towards material gains!

Cool Pants: A pair of nice, sleek black slacks. Perhaps the property of somebody who doesn’t like to wear pants. The thighs seem to have purposefully ripped, though.

Dizi Flute: This is a tan coloured flute, the ends both painted in deep red. An old Chinese instrument, this flute is crafted out of bamboo and is very lightweight. Although it doesn’t come with instructions, trial and error may lead you to making some nice music!

Bird Whistle: Not only does this wooden wonder mimic birds, it’s also shaped like one. Blow this at all times in order to attract an army of birds. Or to annoy everyone within earshot.

Unicorn Kirugumi: Pretty large, probably one size fits all. Imagine someone short walking around in this! How cute~

Bubbles: Oh hell fucking yes. This semi transparent yellow plastic container is filled to the brim with soap, and comes with a green stick to blow bubbles with. Hours of fun!

Glass Figurine: Is it a bear? Is it a bug? Is it a horse? One thing’s for sure, It’s definitely not an animal you’ve ever seen before. It is an astoundingly accurate figurine of whatever it is. It’s a marbled glass swirling reds and blacks into a beautiful color explosion when held up to light.

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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Pretty helpless, did you not catch onto that already Aiko? Kenji scoots up close to the wall to leave room for Aiko and snuggles into the blankets.

“No… and actually I don’t think most of my clothes are even machine washable…” He admits after a moment of thought. Thanks Kenji.

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Aiko slides in herself, giving another sigh but, whatever. Kenji is a spoiled rich kid, what else is new. It’s not his fault.

“We can have another crash course if it comes up. Good night, Kenji.”

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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“Thanks.” Kenji makes the change quickly, drapes his shirt and binder over the headboard near his jacket, and finally slides under the blankets.

“A washing machine would be nice… though I’d probably have to get someone to show me how to use it,” He mumbles sleepily.

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Aiko takes off her glasses and snaps open her retainer case, popping it in. Her voice sounds kind of funny now, though she’s definitely still intelligible.

“You don’t know how to use a washing machine?”

Kenji, how helpless are you?

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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Kenji doesn’t notice the glance, he’s too busy with the task at hand. He does hear the offer though, as he’s unzipping his binder.

“Oh, sure! I don’t mind. I slept in one of Felix’s shirts once, that was waaaayyy too big, but it was comfy.” He yawns, but the subject change seems to have at least helped a bit, since he’s not crying as much as before. He wriggles out of the binder and kind of awkwardly holds it and his shirt in front of himself as he looks over at Aiko, waiting to be handed the loaner.

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While Kenji’s wrestling with his outfit Aiko takes the chance to change hers and wiggle into pajamas of her own. She grabs the top from her extra PJs to hand back to Kenji, still keeping her eyes respectfully forward.

“I really wish we had a washing machine or something...”

She sighed.

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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Kenji will probably catch onto that later. Or eventually. When he’s not practically passing out and also distracted by his own misery. Free both of these children.

“O-okay…” Kenji nods and sniffles a bit, but he’s not quite ready to slide under the covers yet either. He reaches up to take his tiny hat off and let his ponytail down, setting both on the nightstand by the empty water glass. Then he has to take his shoes off, and his ridiculously sparkly coat and bow-tie, which he just drapes over one of the bedposts for lack of a better, closer option.

“I, um, I’m not supposed to sleep in my binder…” He explains nervously, and turns away from her as he starts to unbutton his shirt.

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Aiko’s fishing around in her closet after removing her shoes and teasing the braids out of her hair. She glances back briefly when Kenji begins speaking, before snapping them back forwards once she realizes what’s happening.

“Alright. Do you want a shirt? It’d um...it’d probably be too big for you but...”

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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Even if Kenji weren’t down for sleeping, his body definitely is. His head has already started to droop on Aiko’s shoulder. He can’t tell anymore if he’s holding back a sob or a yawn. Emotional exhaustion has become physical exhaustion.

“A-alright…” He answers, though he still isn’t sure. But he doesn’t want to argue with her, and if Aiko feels okay then the last thing he should do is ruin that for her. “M’sleepy…”

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You misunderstand, Kenji. Aiko isn’t actually okay so much as she’s forcing herself not to break down and she’s calling that ‘okay’ because she doesn’t know what else to do. ‘Okay’ is a relative term and Aiko’s criteria has just about hit rock bottom.

“Then let’s sleep, okay? You can stay here.”

Aiko stood up, lifting the covers to allow Kenji to slide in. She herself had a bra and glasses to take off and a retainer to put in.

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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Actual hugs are nice and good. Kenji participates wholeheartedly. He is also still shaking and crying, to no one’s surprise. He tries to match Aiko’s breaths, since that seems like a good idea, but really all he wants to do at this point is cry himself to sleep. Everything just feels like Too Much right now.

“A-are we, though?” Kenji murmurs softly, voice wavering. He doesn’t feel okay. Alive isn’t necessarily the same thing as okay. He’s glad neither of them are dead, but he wishes… he wishes no one else was either.

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Aiko is down for sleeping, or at least for trying her best at sleeping. Honestly though, being able to cling to her sunshine-y friend would probably allow for the most restful sleep she’d had in weeks.

“I..Yeah?”

She sounds uncertain, the obvious question at the end of the affirmative telling.

“We just...we have to be okay. You know?”

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Pop-pool-lar | Jiro | Closed for Aiko

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Jiro opened his eyelids reflexively at the feeling of water being splashed on top of him, barely flinching at the sudden attack. He soon realized what a bad idea keeping his eye sockets exposed to the pool water and quickly slammed them shut. Now that was taken care of, he could now focus on the manner at hand.

“Oh hi, Sato-san. Didn’t see you there.”

He tried to play it off as if he wasn’t startled, but she did manage to get his heart rate up at least. He lamented the loss of his ability to not be taken by surprise. Ever since he lost his sight and, by extension, the snuff filming started, he’d become more easily spooked. Jiro blamed Yumeno for his misfortune. Eriko was okay, so she got less of the blame.

“I heard someone submerge themselves in the water beforehand, so I anticipated that some tomfoolery was bound to happen. What you did was funny though, so good job my friend.”

He slid off the edge of the pool and entered the water, tensing up at the sudden temperature change. Despite this, he still smiled and gave Aiko a small congratulatory splash of his own.

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Aiko splashed him back, a little put out that her prank hadn’t gone better. She wanted to get revenge, darn it.

“Didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Though honestly I don’t think I could have topped your debacle, even if I had pulled you under.”

Jiro was, of course, lacking the requirements to recreate the most mortifying details of Aiko’s unwanted swim.

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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It’s good to be in one of the trailers, even if it isn’t his own. It feels like they’ve entered a sort of insulated oasis- though that’s not really rational, is it? But he still feels safer inside and he drops onto Aiko’s bed gratefully, happy to take the weight off his shaking legs.

He accepts the water when she offers it to him and drains the rest of it without comment or complaint. All that crying no doubt left him in need of some re-hydrating. When he’s emptied the glass he leans forward and sets it back on the nightstand as carefully as he can. He’s still trembling badly enough that the glass rattles faintly against the tabletop as he sets it down, and he leans against Aiko afterwards in a tired, fearful approximation of a hug.

“I… I can’t believe that all just… happened…” He whispers softly, after a beat or two. Being spared the sights and sounds of the executions was probably for the best, but it still left the uncomfortable feeling of, well, not having seen it. One moment they were there, the next- gone.

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Aiko puts her arms around him to make it an actual hug. She’s shaking herself, but it’s more of a feeling deep in her bones than physical movement. She’s still taking deep breaths trying to steady herself.

“I know. Me either. I just...”

Just what. What was there to do, what was there to say?

“I’m just glad we’re okay.”

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Pop-pool-lar | Jiro | Closed for Aiko

Jiro was glad that the sleeping pills were still working for him, even if he worried about becoming addicted to them. One pill was still doing the trick at least. He awoke once again from a dreamless sleep and moved to get up from his bed. Honestly, he wasn’t sure on what to do today. Staying in the trailer and reflecting on how many times he’s fucked up within the past few weeks didn’t seem like fun. Doing the same thing in another location didn’t seem like fun either.

After some deliberation, he decided to check out the pool again. He wouldn’t be able to see if there were any potential victims this time around, but at least he could swim his cares away. At first, he wasn’t even sure if he could swim given his condition, but luckily he found his old swimming mask in his luggage. It seems like he hadn’t lost it over the summer last year. Guess it was a good thing he didn’t completely clean out his suitcases. Removing his bandages and placing the mask on, Jiro walked towards the locker rooms after stopping by the bathroom for a towel.

It was odd, not having his bandages on to forcefully close his eyes for him. He didn’t feel tempted to open them in the slightest. Half of it was to protect them, the other half being that the action was rather unsettling. Eyes open or closed, he still managed to slip into a swimsuit and head out into the main area without a second thought. He sat down at the edge of the pool and rested his feet in the water, kicking absentmindedly. If someone were to, say, gain revenge for a previous event that happened at this location, this would be the perfect chance to do so.

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Aiko had just finished trudging around all the new areas, to no real avail. Now she was floating around in the pool, still wrestling with the empty, hollow feelings from before. She felt crushed and helpless, adrift in the pool. Noises alerted her to Jiro’s intrusion. Well, wasn’t this a blast from the past. She hadn’t set foot in here since their last altercation here-- which seemed so far in the past, but trying to reconcile the actual time passed in her head it was just over two weeks. How had so much happened in such little time? How had so many people died in such little time. Counting back, who had still been with them then? Yuhiko, Shiro, Masaki, Senko...and of course Mana, Eliana, Kenta, and Seung-Hyo. The splash of Jiro putting his feet in the water snapped Aiko out of her temporal despair, and she gave him a considering look. Revenge certainly crossed her mind, though yanking him into the drink would hardly be fair, considering. His face bore a nasty scar that, though covered by a mask, probably wouldn’t be great to get wet with chlorine-saturated water. Still, she slipped under and swam over, breaching the surface with a huge splash and a “Boo!” right in front of him. Getting him wet and giving him a scare, but not being so mean as to pull him in.

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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“O-okay…” Kenji is too upset himself to read any deeper into Aiko’s quick, stammering response. He trusts her, and thus trusts her answer. If she says they’re fine then that’s the best he can hope for. It’s not like he can see much through his tears anyway, and he wipes at his eyes to try and do something about that, but it mostly just smears the tears around his face. Good job son.

It doesn’t seem like he’s up for a lot of conversation, and who can blame him? What even is there to say, at this point? The words won’t come. Four more people are dead. A murderer, or two, is still alive among them, and they don’t know who it is… it could be Aiko, for all Kenji knows, though the idea hasn’t actually occurred to him. He doesn’t want to think of anyone as being capable of killing Mana and Eliana, much less allowing two other innocents (well, one innocent and one asshole, as it happened) die in their place.

How are you supposed to talk about that? What do you even say? Kenji has no idea, and is feeling both emotionally and physically exhausted by the time they’ve made it out of the trial room and office. So instead he just clings to Aiko’s hand and follows along silently (apart from still sniffling and crying) to wherever she’s leading him.

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For lack of a better place, they end up in Aiko’s trailer. Seval seems to be nowhere, luckily, and Aiko sinks down onto her bed, letting Kenji do the same. She grabs the glass of water by her bed and takes a drink, offering it to him in turn. It’s room temperature and stale, but hey, better than nothing.

Aiko’s at a loss for words herself. As the shock starts to fade she just finds herself feeling disgustingly empty and hollow. Her right hand moves to her left wrist automatically, but she catches herself and ends up just rubbing it anxiously, doing her best to be gentle over the tender skin.

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

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It takes a moment or two for Kenji to realize what Aiko is doing- he’s pretty caught up in his distress- but he’s small and easily moved. It isn’t difficult for Aiko to nudge him in the direction of the door, especially since he’s still holding onto her as if his life depends on it.

Once he’s aware of what she’s doing he manages to stumble along beside her, still crying, of course. “A-Aiko-chan, I… wh-what… Felix, Nagisa-chan, are th-they alright…?” Kenji is upset and terrified, but he still wants to know about his friends. Particularly Nagisa. They had been in a bad way even before getting accused of murder.

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Aiko answered Kenji’s question quickly and with as much confidence as she could muster through her own distress, before she even looked over and checked.

“They’re f-fine. They’ll be okay.”

Glancing around she saw-- holy shit Felix, what the fuck? Mio seemed to be handling Declan but what the hell. She had no idea what to make of Nagisa. Regardless, she wasn’t sure they could help them. It sounded like the tattoo artist was in need of a doctor, more than anything else.

Everyone was panicking. The aftermath in the trial room was apocalyptic, and more than one of their classmates seemed to be having nuclear meltdowns in the wake of the stress and cruelty just inflicted-- but there wasn’t anything to do about it. Aiko felt crushingly, paralyzingly helpless.

“L-Let’s just...let’s j-just get out of here...”

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He's Crying His Best | Kenji | Execution Reaction [Closed]

It isn’t him. Or Felix, or Aiko, or Mio, or anyone else he’s especially close to… but it’s hard to feel relief, and the sliver of it that he does makes him sick to his stomach. Kenta was still one of his friends, even if they hadn’t spoken often- or recently- and Seung-Hyo was…

Actually nevermind, if Kenji wasn’t too busy being caught up in some pretty heavy sobbing he’d feel the urge to yell probably. What the heck, Seung-Hyo? It was probably awful to be grateful he was one of the random deaths instead of someone who wasn’t, apparently, a total shitlord but… god. Good riddance.

Kenji doesn’t fight Aiko’s grip at all when she runs over to hug him. He just buries his face in her shoulder and clings to her, letting her cover his ears without protest. Kenji has no more desire to witness these executions than he had the last three. No thanks. Hard pass. He’s content to remain ignorant of whatever horrific fate the two other boys were dragged off to face.

What is there to say, once it’s over…? Kenji is still shaking badly. There’s at least one murderer left alive among them, and he has no idea who it could be… at least there are some clues that can definitively rule several of his friends out, but the fact that one of them is guilty and he has no idea which is… it’s too much. Along with everything else. All the death, all the pain, all the stress and fear and- it’s all just too much.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just keeps holding tightly onto Aiko until he’s cried all the tears he has. Sorry Aiko, your son is a mess.

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If Aiko knew Kenji’s thoughts, she’d feel relieved that she wasn’t the only one on the Fuck-You-Sueng-Hyo-Jeung train. Mostly though, she was doing the same thing as Kenji-- shaking and crying. Covering Kenji’s ears meant that she got to hear all the screaming, and the burning, and all the other lovely acoustics that came with the horrific demises of her classmates, though she had screwed her own eyes shut as tight as she could.

As soon as she was at least reasonably confident in her own ability to walk, Aiko started attempting to gently usher her charge towards the elevators and out of this hell within a hell. She didn’t really know where they were going-- maybe her trailer, provided Seval wasn’t hanging around. Just...out of this room. Too many people had died here.

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Rosario (+ Maybe Mio???)

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