音偽バナシ

Ever since Junta was executed and his chat with Nikki, he seemed oddly...calm about everything now. He wasn’t a crybaby, nor was he a dick. He was just...eerily calm. He simply watched the announcement with a blank stare and crossed arms. Before he was about to leave, he heard the now deceased Rebel Idol cursing loudly and sighed. Against his better judgement, he went up and put a hand on Forte’s shoulder.

“Oi, oi, let’s not get too hasty now, Rebel Idol-san. What ‘cha gonna do now? That thing ain’t jokin’ around now and if he hears ya spouting all of this he might make an example out of you.”

Junta then put his hands behind his head, a rather relaxed pose for someone that might get deleted.

“Anyhow, ya really think the others are gonna let that thing do that? If anythin’ one of them might kill to save everyone...although...I have a feelin’ they’redone with all of this murderin’ and shit...”

#off record #ic #hyun ae

A Song to Rest the Tired Dead / Junta / Execution Reaction / Open

shslartisticmemes

Nikki closed their eyes and breathed.

They died first, they witnessed more bodies after all… And they pretty much have nothing to do.. Or rather are unable to do anything useful for the living students… So… Do they have time?

They opened their eyes and spoke.

"I’m here. I will listen if you’re willing to tell… As long as you need time to explain.”

This might hurt… But that didn’t matter anymore.

#off record #nikki #suicide attempt //

Junta nodded as he then sat down again, motioning Nikki to do the same if they wanted to. Junta propped his knee up, resting his chin on it as he spoke.

"There...really isn't much for me to explain. I mean...you probably heard me during the trial on how it happened but...yeah..."

Junta ruffled his hair before sighing.

"...It really is true though, Tso...wasn't supposed to die. It...it was supposed to me. I...I tried to kill myself....again..."

Junta swallowed the lump in his throat as he continue to talk, although, his eyes were looking at Nikki as he did.

"...I've been diagnosed with depression for a long time...since I was 12, actually. There was a time where I did try to kill myself...found a bunch of pills...I would have actually died if my sis didn't come home early that day. I...I owe her so much...she took care of me since I was a baby..."

He put his head on his knee as his voice got quieter.

"I didn't want to be alone again, so when the motive was forgetting memories, I knew that if no one died, I'd forget about my sister. So...I tried to kill myself. Only I would have died, no one but me would have been executed, but...I lost it when Tso caught me trying to kill myself...said the same thing my sis did..."

He then lifted up his head, removing his glasses to rub his eyes. Was it possible for ghosts to get tired? Because he was very tired but it was hard to try and find some peace when he was stuck in like this virtual limbo state.

"...So yeah...I did get what I wanted. I died with the memories of my sister, although, I wish I didn't hurt as many people as I did."

A Song to Rest the Tired Dead / Junta / Execution Reaction / Open

shslartisticmemes

Nikki was horrified to know that Junta has killed their friend Tso… A friend killing a friend… The astrologer had a hard time accepting the fact, however they decided to hide it. One expression could be read over their face as they approached Junta: disappointment.

"It’s… Been long since we’ve talked… Haven’t we, Junta?"

Part of them really wanted to slap the musician for killing Tso, but they couldn’t convince themself to do so. They felt sorry for Junta but at the same time…

"I know what you’ve said in the trial but still… I kinda just don’t understand… Should I bother to understand… your actions…?"

Probably not.

Nikki looked away, it has been so long since the last conversation with Junta. Too long.

Really… If Nikki didn’t die… maybe nothing of this stuff would have happened…? Ha. As if this would happen, if Nikki didn’t die, someone else would. That was for nothing. Nothing.

"I just want this nonsense to end… I’m tired to see more people appearing after me, honestly… Is it wrong to wish that…? I know we’re simply in coma and not really dead… But still… I’m so tired of watching more people dying and being unable to do anything… "

Junta held his breath as he recognized the voice that spoke to him, a small smile on his face as he quickly got up to see the astrologer.

"Ah, Niks! I can''t believe it's you it's been so lo--..."

Junta stopped mid-sentence as he caught a good look on Nikki's face. Disappointment. Ah...right...they saw him...kill...

His smile faded as he shoved a hand in his pocket, ruffling his hair as he looked at the ground.

"...I don't know...depends if you want to understand why I did it. It's...a pretty shitty reason, honestly, but hey, I paid the price so...if you have time...and if you want to listen..."

#off record #nikki

A Song to Rest the Tired Dead / Junta / Execution Reaction / Open

shsl-sweetconfectioner

Iris had been feeling better since her talk with Hyun Ae, the little ‘conversation’ with Natale and Hideaki- if it could even be called one- had helped her a little more, although she was still riddled with guilt.

She was wondering around the area, unsure of what she could do at the moment. Until she came upon a new face- well new to this pane of existence anyway.

She could vaguely remember him- she never really payed much attention to him, but now he was here… A small pout appeared on her face and she changed her path to move towards him instead.

"H-hello…" she greeted the other- a little nervously however.

#((sweats nervously about hte junta sis #((is she alive?? is she dead?? we just dont know #ooc

Junta looked up to see...an unfamiliar face to be honest. All he knew about this girl was that her name was Iris and she had a thing with Hideaki. Also she killed the psycho red-head. That was kind of cool. Junta stood up and brushed his hands on his pants before greeting the late sweets confectioner.

"Yo. You're Iris, right? Nice to finally meet you. Looks like we're stuck here for an eternity now, huh?'

Junta ruffled his hair, looking around in the new area. Looks like someone died in this place--oh wait...

He sighed before extending his hand to Iris to give her a hand-shake.

"Junta Wakahisa...I was the SHSL DJ, of course, that doesn't really matter now since I'm kind of dead...I did deserve it though...sorry you had to meet me like this."

#off record #iris

oh no oooooooohhh no

#off record #((that's his dead rp tag yo

A Song to Rest the Tired Dead / Junta / Execution Reaction / Open

"Oooh…Oooh….that…hurt…a lot…”

Junta rubbed his neck as he looked at his decapitated head, permanently stuck with the scared and panicked expression he had when he felt the blade chop his head and limbs off…nice…Junta closed his eyes and sighed. The noise didn’t bother him that much anymore, besides…he’s dead anyways so it didn’t matter…

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in a different location. Looking around confusedly, he reached into his pockets to grab at his mp3 and—oh wait, it’s broken…and his headphones aren’t here. Right.

"(Geeze who thought the afterlife would be so boring)”

Junta sat down and sighed, closing his eyes. So that was it. He’ll be remembered as the bitter kid who killed someone because he couldn’t bear losing his memories of his sister…his sister…

"…Sis…’m sorry…your lil bro is a selfish brother…"

#((rest in pain fuckboy :v #ch5 trial #execution #decapitation //#needles //#blood //

“Sis….please forgive your hasty brother…”

Junta let himself be dragged off to his execution, shutting his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see the disappointment and anger from the remaining students at his crime, he just didn’t want to forget…

- - - - -

Junta Wakahisa has been found guilty!

Commencing the execution…

“Culprit Boy Riot”

- - - - -

As Junta opened his eyes, he suddenly realized he was strapped onto something in an eagle spread position. He struggled to move his arms and legs but it looked like they were strapped onto something oddly…vinyl-like. His suspicions were correct, he was strapped onto the very things he was best known for. He was strapped onto a record. He looked off to the side and saw the tiny red-haired AI that tormented him at the start of the game start to wind up the record player. Junta’s eyes trailed off and stopped at the rather sharp looking needle. Oh. So that’s how this is gonna work…

Just like he figured it out, the record slowly began to spin, playing what sounded like a distorted sort of voice, a female voice, perhaps? It didn’t matter to him as Junta felt his vision slowly start to spin, the giant needle that scratched the record dipped in between his stretched out limbs, as if to torment him into wondering if it’s going to land on him or not. The record suddenly started to pick up speed, the sound from the record player was going to fast to comprehend what it was trying to say. Junta screwed his eyes shut as he felt his whole world literally spin, feeling the needle continuing to crash down onto the record to produce a sound. Sparks begun to fly and Junta’s body started to become less visible as the record spun at an inhumane speed, it was enough to give you motion sickness to look at.

It all came to a bloody stop as a loud shredding noise of flesh cut through the air. The needle made a full circle around the record…cutting off Junta’s head and limbs. Blood was smeared all over the record as Junta’s arms and legs were still lifelessly strapped onto it, his torso had fallen onto the ground as his head had laid on it’s side, giving you the panicked look on his face the moment the needle had sliced him.

The record began to slowly come to a stop and the voice that was distorted suddenly became clear. The voice was a girl’s voice and as the record almost came to a full-stop, the last words of the record played.

“I love you Junta…don’t forget about me…”

And that was the last song performed by the now late DJ.

- - - - -

JUNTA WAKAHISA, SHSL DJ, HAS BEEN EXECUTED

Results

"Aaaand here are our results!!"

Junta - 5

Logan - 1

Emmet - 1

"Surprise, surprise…you all got it right! Junta killed Tso because he didn’t want to forget his dear, precious, sweet sister. Lame~ Oh well, you were fun while you lasted before you became such a grump. Anyways, it’s execution time~!!"

#ch5 trial #suicide attempt //

Broken Record / Junta / Atten; Everyone

Junta stared at everyone before letting out a shaky sigh.

"Okay…okay I…I give up…It…it was me. I killed Tso.”

Junta suddenly reached into his pocket and fished out what looks like to be the parring knife that went missing, it still had a bit of blood on it. He stared at the parring knife before he spoke.

"…You know…Tso wasn’t the one that was supposed to die…I…I tried to kill myself last night. I went to the kitchen to find a knife, anything sharp that would cause me to bleed out quickly…Tso…Tso saw me and…”

He took a deep breath before continuing the events that happened.

"Tso tried to stop me but I—…I yelled at them to go away but they…they said something…it was 'I'm here for you', and…and I heard my sister’s voice over there’s and I just…”

Junta suddenly dropped the knife, tears suddenly falling from his eyes as his voice cracked.

"I…I didn’t realize what I did until p-part way….w-when I realized I drove the knife in Tso s-several times…I tried to save them…but there was so much b-blood…that would explain w-why that shirt you’re holding is bloody. I t-took three tokens from their pocket to get a new shirt.” "That glass…is actually from my mp3. When I stood up, it must have accidentally fell out of my pocket and I stepped on it. The mp3 I have now…it’s Tso”s. I took the parring knife, my broken mp3, and my shirt and hid it all. The parring knife I took with me…the mp3 is under my bed…and my shirt was under that bench…”

Junta rubbed his eyes but the tears won’t stop. God he felt so pathetic right now…sobbing like a child over a mess he created.

"Call me selfish, stupid, or weak; you don’t know how much my sister means to me. She’s all that I have…or really…all that I did have…I didn’t want to live if it meant that I’d forget about her.”

A quiet chuckle came from him as he covered his eyes.

"You know…I really did wanted to die….but not like this…"

His face was red as he removed his hands from his face as he turned to Seya, walking over to them and…removing his headphones, handing them to Seya along with Tso’s mp3 player.

"Please take care of these, you can use the headphones if you ever need to. They’re specially made for people with ears like mine."

Junta pointed to his ears and laughed, although, it was hard as he started to cry again.

"I-I’m sorry, Seya. Can I…ask you one more thing? If you see a girl who looks like me…and wears a red dress…can you ask her if she’ll forgive her hasty brother?"

Junta then looked back at everyone else, a serious expression on his face.

"Regardless on how you feel about me now, I believe in you guys. It’s all up to you now, find the bastard that put us here. I…I know you guys will be okay now…just…don’t lose hope, okay? Okay…"

Track 5, Song 5 / Junta / Re; Natale, Logan, Atten; Everyone

Junta frowned at Natale’s tone before sighing, gripping his wrist as he looked at the ground. He visibly flinched when Logan singled out Emmet.

"Wait! W-Wait…he…he doesn’t…need to…show…it ain’t him, neither is it L-Logan either…I…"

Junta glanced at everyone nervously, the itchy feeling came back as he started to scratch his neck.

"I…I-I…"

Junta bit his lip.

"….It…it isn’t Logan or Emmet…nor is it K either…so…that leave….me…”

Track 4, Song 5 / Junta / Re; Logan, Seya

Junta simply gave him a rather grim look before going back to the topic at hand.

"Okay…okay a parring knife. That’s…a…what…what’s a parring knife?”

Junta shook his head as he tried to remember the bits of evidence people have already said.

"Okay so…three tokens were taken from Tso…the parring knife is missing…the headphones near Tso’s body…some glass…and the bloody shirt….a-am I right?”

Junta then looked at Seya.

"That ain’t possible. The glass is too small for it to do any significant damage to anyone and well…maybe the glass is from Tso’s missing mp3 player…or something…”

At that, Junta had suddenly started scratching his cheek, looking to the side after he was done talking.

Track 3, Song 5 / Junta / Re; Logan, Natale, Atten; Everyone

Junta grew quiet, fidgeting nervously as Logan and Natale had started yelling at each other. Dang…this was getting awkward real quick. When things have died down, Junta walked towards Logan, giving him a rather awkward but soft pat on the back, leaning in his ear and whispering something only Logan can hear.

"………."

He then took a step back, walking awkwardly to his podium as he spoke in a rather shaky voice.

"Okay…okay that’s enough, all of you. Look, I don’t know what’s going on between any of you, but this isn’t the time to bring up that kind of stuff, alright? I’m not saying to drop the issue altogether, just save that kind of thing after this is done. "

Junta looked at Natale, a serious expression on his face.

"Don’t say that. None of you, especially you, deserve to die. You…wanted to avenge Tso, didn’t you? That Romeo guy…he wouldn’t want you to do that, would he?"

He began to scratch at his wrist, a bit of blood on his fingernails as he looked at everyone else.

"Did anyone know what the murder weapon was? I mean…yeah it’s something sharp, but like…specifics yo…”

Track 2, Song 5 / Junta / Re; Seya

Junta quietly listened to the other students go back and forth, quietly rolling his eyes at the unnecessary drama that’s going on. Couldn’t they just get this trial over with already? Junta had been scratching the back of his neck for god knows how long before his head snapped up at Seya’s request. He almost considered not co-operating but it’s Seya so…

Junta sighed as he walked up to Seya, Grabbing their hand and putting it next to his. His hands were roughly the same size as their hands. Taking a step back, Junta removed his shoe and showed the bottom of it. His shoe was quite large and had a rather interesting pattern on the sole, not to mention the faint red traces along the grooves of the patterned sole.

"…It’s paint…"

Junta put his shoe back on and walked back to his podium without another word. He had started looking to the side before he began to scratch his arm, wincing a bit in pain as he did.

"…I have a mp3 player…but it’s mine. The culprit probably destroyed Tso’s…for whatever reason…"

Track 1, Song 5 / Junta / Re; Seya, Logan

Junta tugged on the cord of his headphones. It really hurt him seeing a friend of his in this state, but who could blame them? Their friend just got brutally murdered. Junta scratched his neck as he quietly listened, raising an eyebrow when Logan suddenly called him out for wearing a long sleeved shirt.

Junta suddenly slammed his foot on his podium, anyone looking at him could see a bit of what looked like to be red stains on his shoe. Junta rubbed his neck as he spoke.

"….Before any of you start jumping on my dick, the red stuff is paint. It’s been on my shoe since I got here, stubborn piece of shit…the stain wouldn’t come out no matter how hard I tried.”

Putting his foot back down, Junta crossed his arms.

"What do you think Tso bought with those three tokens then?"

[record scratch noises] / Junta / Body Discovery Reaction

Junta gulped as he discovered that the new corpse was that one sweet and timid person he met earlier in the camp. He felt his whole body began to itch uncomfortably as he started to scratch at his arm. The bandage on his arm was slightly old, but there seemed to be what looks like a bit of blood seeping through it. Looks like someone can’t keep his hands to himself, huh?

"Ngh…dammit…god dammit…"

The DJ had begun to scratch his neck as he kind of stood around, as if he was waiting for someone to shake him awake. Shaking his head, Junta had walked off, fingers still picking at the bandages as he left the scene of the crime.

#ch5 #reaction post

#plot #ch5 #body discovery

Name: Harue Tso

Time of Death: 2:30am

Cause of Death: Blood Loss

Location: Food Court