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[fromthelostdays]

[crazy-talk]

“If a door doesn’t open if I slam my junk against it then it’s not a door worth opening.”

— Matt

[shslthreadbear]

Costume Party || Shiori || Chapter 4 || Closed for Kimi

@of-incredible-beauty

This sucks. Has anyone said that before? He’s thinking it, definitely, a wholly original thought that is totally the consensus right now. This sucks. 

They didn’t even have rooms, like last time. No, they were camping in tents. Nothing like a nice comfortable earth. Man he was tired. He sat outside the tents, idly poking at the campfire with a stick to keep the logs in place. Man, he hated this fucking place. 

He missed everyone. His family was one thing, but he knew they were alright at least. But everyone who’d died, even those he didn’t know so well... what did they do to deserve this? Nothing at all, that’s what. Sometimes, life just does that. 

Masamoto was right. They could acknowledge that there was more they could’ve done while realizing it wasn’t their fault. Or was that just trying to escape responsibility? Either way, they couldn’t look towards the past. The future was more important; let those they hadn’t been able to save inspire them to try even harder to save the rest.

Like it was that easy. He poked at the fire some more. Trying to turn the negative around to a positive sometimes just didn’t work.

[shslpurble-blog]

Tears Not Shed | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Shiori

[shslthreadbear]

shslpurble:

Jotaro looks at Shiori with a curious yet puzzled expression, before what seemed to be the meaning of Shiori’s words sunk in. Deep.

He played with his boots, moving around position to position so that he had something to do while they talked.

“You’re very realistic and knowledgeable! I admire you..” Starry eyes. “So many emotions cause tears you can never quite pin them all down.”

Shiori looked back at Jotaro curiously. Had he said something wrong? Being harsh was never something that particularly concerned him, but Jotaro was in a crisis, and he shouldn’t be cruel.

“That’s... fair.” He wrung his hands in front of his chest. “Things are rough right now, we’re all pretty tired. Emotions are tough to sort out, so most of us don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on right about now.” 

He thought for a second, and strained a half-smile. “We’re alive.” 

[shslpurble-blog]

Tears Not Shed | Jotaro | Chapter 3 | Closed For Shiori

@shslthreadbear

Sitting on the ground before the big statue outside of the skeletal cave, Jotaro could be found solemnly studying the statue with a soft, curious gaze. He heard footsteps and slowly turned to Shiori who must’ve been wandering the new areas.

“Shiori-kun.” He nodded a little, altering his pose so that he sat cross-legged on the rocky floor. “This statue is kind of sad. But maybe if we look at it from a different light, she’s actually crying of happiness, not despair.” 

[shslthreadbear]

Shiori sought out the statue too. It was a curious thing to mark the entrance to literal hell. Plus Jotaro was there, and Shiori considered him alright. He put a hand up in greeting, standing and staring at the statue. It certainly was... crying. 

He should try to be sympathetic to Jotaro. He’d just lost his boyfriend after all; that was a terrible thing to happen in and of itself, but even still his other friends, and even himself were under threat of dying. “Maybe. That’s a good way of looking at things, trying to find the bright side. But there’s nothing wrong with it either way. Everyone’s gonna feel bad sometimes. Things get frustrating, maybe you gotta cry.” What an understatement.

[monochromaticblack]

“be stubborn about your goals but flexible about your methods.” the best advice I’ve ever received.

[shslthreadbear]

The Art of Negotiation || Shiori || Chapter 1 || Closed for Rikyou

[shslthreadbear]

studentofthemirror:

Masamoto hadn’t thought too much on the ‘roommate’ thing until now, but in hindsight that was much better for them than having a room to themselves. Being around people was practically their natural environment, and being alone in a place like this, they wouldn’t know what to do…

They picked a room to head into, hoping it wasn’t already occupied by a pair, and opened the door to enter.

“Evening.” They greeted upon seeing Shiori there. Good Lord, this had been a strange day. They looked over the room, a smile settling upon their face when they realized Shiori had been cleaning it up. “I appreciate you straightening things up. This place is… messy.”

Shiori was tapping his foot on the ground involuntarily. This whole murder thing had him on edge. What kind of fucked up place was this? They were all a bunch of high school students; why would any of them kill? How did they even know that’d lead to their escape? There was so much he just didn’t know yet, and there seemed to be no way to figure it out. These monsters were scary too; it kind of dissuaded him from looking around. 

So lost in his thoughts was Shiori that he missed his roommate’s arrival, at least until they spoke. “Hmm?” Ah, this must’ve been the one who’d chosen the room as well. Shiori’d been hoping that his would be... passed over, somehow, but it appeared that wouldn’t be the case. He stood up straight and bowed to his new roommate respectfully.

“Evening. Who’re you supposed to be?” There could’ve been better ways to word that, but he didn’t care right now. “No kidding. Some sorry state this place is in.” Shiori’d force some order into it even if he died in the process. “Besides, it’s better than sitting on my ass doing nothing.” He paused. “Oh, right. I’m Shiori Kida. Super High School Level Costume Designer.”

[shslthreadbear]

The Art of Negotiation || Shiori || Chapter 1 || Closed for Rikyou

@studentofthemirror

After Dominique told everyone to pick their roommates, Shiori didn’t exactly bother with that; he just made a beeline straight for a room and shut the door behind him. The “roommate” part hadn’t really registered until he noticed the two beds. Oh, he’d have to share with someone. Great. 

He scanned the room with a look of disgust on this place. It was absolutely filthy! He wouldn’t stay in a place like this, and he wouldn’t dare sentence anyone else to that fate either. Not to mention the fact that he was very stressed out, with nothing to do. Stress cleaning time. 

Difficult when you have no cleaning supplies. He was just shuffling the room, straightening things out to make this place even partially livable. Anything to distract himself from what they’d talked about downstairs. Things had gone from bad to... something worse than bad. What was taking his roommate so long to arrive and get the introductions over with? Shiori wanted to explore, but he wasn’t going to not stay behind to greet his new roommate.

It probably hadn’t even been that long; he was just that impatient.

[shslthreadbear]

Bachelor’s Party | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Marquette

[shslthreadbear]

romantichydrocity:

Marquette wasn’t the most observant person, especially when there was so much to look at! Mainly the Gothic castle. But they did eventually get the idea someone was looking at them. With the amount of other people here (and the dog), Marquette wasn’t the best with keeping one focal point, as they ongoingly smiled at people, offering a friendly wave here and there. The teen’s head whipped around a few times, and finally caught eye contact with someone who seemed to be the culprit.

The bachelor had their hands in their pockets and was walking over with a twinkle of interest in their eyes. They held their gaze on Shiori before getting to relative speaking distance.

“You doing ok there dude? Somethin’ bothering you? Aside from the problems involving being here, outside this awesome crib of course~”

Oh jeez they were coming this way. Shiori sighed as they got closer and put his hand up in a half-hearted wave. “Hey, hey.” Did they notice him looking at them? Probably what spurred him to come over. 

“What, who, me? Oh, I’m fine, just fine. Besides this whole confusing situation, I’d say I’m perfectly alright.” He put a hand on his temple and looked around to avoid making direct eye contact. “Maybe a bit of a headache.” This place was nice, Shiori’d grant them that. “It is beatufiul, in its own way. I’m wondering if this is real, or some kinda movie set or something.” 

He looked back at them and sighed. "What’s your name? I’m Shiori Kida.”

[shslthreadbear]

Days of Future Past | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Juzo

[shslthreadbear]

pleasantpandemic:

Juzo wasn’t exactly one to take action in a situation like this, sure, he had looked around some of the area, but that was more out of curiosity than to reach a goal. It’s one of those times where everything happens so fast that it just takes time to process exactly how deep into trouble one really is. 

Well, this was someone new, two toned hair too, nice. Good question, though, to which Juzo just tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, the chain around his neck clattering softly. “Kinda.” It was a half truth, if you count just staring down different pieces of the area as ‘looking around’. 

A beat of silence, “Not much around.” came the comment. In the immediate area, yes, but there was an entire castle.  

Shiori looked around at the area around him at Juzo’s response. This place was pretty fancy, and seemed to be part of something far larger, but when you got down to it, the masked kid was kind of right. At least in terms of Shiori’s question; there was nothing much that told them what was going on. “No kidding. Wherever we are, there doesn’t seem to be a way out.”

His first impression of the kid seemed correct too, getting a better look at him; he certainly did seem pretty interesting. The mask was a nice touch; if he was wearing it for the sake of fashion, it really showed a commitment to the whole aesthetic he had going. 

“Nothing much we can do, then, I guess. We really do seem to be stuck.” He wasn’t going to give up... just maybe try and calm down. The full force of the situation hadn’t hit him yet, so he was still struggling to understand just what was expected in this situation. “I’m Shiori Kida, by the way. Costume Designer. You are?” 

[shslthreadbear]

of-incredible-beauty:

Acting Out of Character | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Kimi

Kimi… still wasn’t sure what was going on. The overall shock of being thrown into this strange place had, for the most part, faded, which just left on worried, confused Kimi. So, she had begun looking around. The doors in the gate appeared to be locked. She doubted that they could scale the wall…

She was broken out of her wondering state by a voice. She turned to face him, and reply to his question.

Kimi shook her head. “I am afraid not. Sorry,” she added. “Y-yes, I am a Hope’s Peak Student.” Kimi did a bit of a curtsy, which was in character, she guessed? Well, not her character. “Kimi Kanata. They gave me the title of Ultimate Character Performer. It is a pleasure to meet you. Although,” she stood back up. “I’m still not sure why they gave a title to someone like me.” How funny was it that the only thing a boring girl like her was good at was not being herself?

Kimi cleared her throat. “I apologize for my manners. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to? Are you a Hope’s Peak student as well?”

Shiori rested a hand on his hip and eyed the girl. “I see. Didn’t really expect anything else. There doesn’t seem to be much here of importance.” They let her do her introduction, then bowed nonchalantly in return. Did this girl not have any self-respect, if she was going to say something like that right off the bat? Unless it was some kinda act; that was what she did.

“I’m sure it is.” They took off their had and ran a hand through their hair. “Shiori Kida. I am the Super High School Level Costume Designer.” He put a special emphasis on the super, to show that he thought that word especially applied to him. “All of us are classmates, I’ve gathered. Everyone I’ve spoken to so far has been a Hope’s Peak student, so I assumed the same of you.”

“A character actress... what characters?” Didn’t all actors and actresses, when you thought about it, play characters? What a ragtag group of talents they’d gotten here. A bounty hunter, an actress, a dog, and then some. Was there perhaps some reason for it all?

“Is this one of your costumes?”

[shslthreadbear]

Bachelor’s Party | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Marquette

@romantichydrocity

Shiori sighed as he straightened his hat. He had taken to pacing the hall he’d woken up in, grumbling to himself and waiting for anything to happen. He was starting to feel hungry and tired (despite having just woken up from a so far undetermined length nap), with no clue where to get either of the things he wanted. There was nowhere to go.

And that wasn’t to mention that one kid.

Shiori had been speaking to his peers for a bit, learning about them, introducing himself, gloating, the usual, but his eyes kept on being drawn to one of his classmates in particular. And the same question always came to mind.

What the hell are they wearing?

It hurt the costume designer just to look at them. He had no clue who they were, and didn’t particularly care to find out. As hard as he tried to avoid looking in their direction, he found himself constantly turning to look back at the kid, not exactly subtly staring at them from across the room. Shiori wasn’t exactly sure if he had the fortitude to approach them; anyone who dressed like that probably had some kind of aura about them to repel anyone away.

It was a silly thing to worry about, considering Shiori’d just woken up in a Gothic castle with no clue as to how he’d gotten here.

[shslthreadbear]

Days of Future Past | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Juzo

 @pleasantpandemic​

Still nothing. Shiori was getting tired of just standing around. He had to move. He had to do something. It was frustrating, feeling so helpless. Kicking at the ground, he paced, mulling over the situation. A place like this, there had to be something going on here. Maybe a secret passageway of some kind? These castles always had those in movies; it could lead to a way out. But... Shiori couldn’t be exploring these halls alone. Who knew what might be around here?

Still, there was one thing he could do to further this end, and that was talking to his classmates. He might find someone also willing to explore, which meant he’d have to get over his unwillingness to socialize and get to chatting. These guys were SHSL anyway, right? So they were his classmates. 

In his awkwardness, Shiori found himself shuffling unwittingly towards the rest of the students. He’d just have to speak to the first person he saw. Thankfully, they looked interesting enough. “Uhh, hey. Have you... gotten the chance to look around much yet?” Shiori kind of hoped the answer was no; if it turned out they had, Shiori’d feel like a real lazybones for just sitting here on his ass.

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Red Thread Of Fate | Jotaro | Prologue | Closed For Shiori

[shslpurble-blog]

“You’re surely right about that.” Jotaro commented, looking away in thought, only for a few seconds, though. He truly wondered what was going on, and why they had no information on where they were. But there was no one else besides them, a bunch of stranded students with nothing to go off of. It seemed illegal to the boy. Well…pretty much anything seemed illegal to the child of a police officer! 

“Yes, much so.” He replied with a hushed tone. You’d wonder why someone would be so shy about such an obvious tattoo, but that story was for another day. Instead, Jotaro focused on the boy, and the situation at hand instead. Not time for self loathing. 

“I guess this is an interesting predicament, but it’s more dangerous than anything.” He tightened a fist. “B-but, I’m sure if we band together, we can figure someone out. There’s strength in numbers, after all.” 

“Oh!” The boy’s voice went up a few pitches, only for his smile to return much bigger, starry purple eyes included. “We’re both SHSLS! Gosh, it can’t be a coincidence, can it?” He wiggled excitedly. “That’s very cool! Do you work with like, professionals?” 

[shslthreadbear]

He’d be lying if he wasn’t saying he was concerned, but Shiori was trying to keep his nerves in check. Losing his temper here would be… especially humiliating. “This is no doubt illegal, I’m sure there are authorities out looking for us right now.” They tugged on their shirt collar. “I hope.”

Dangerous? “Yes, it definitely seems that way. The blood fountain makes a rather daring aesthetic statement, not to mention the architecture.” Teamwork did seem necessary, but… “We don’t even know why we’re here yet. If you’re SHSL though, and I’m SHSL, it seems like a reasonable assumption that all of us are. But why are we all gathered here together? This isn’t Hope’s Peak.” 

The idea of them all having a linking thread, especially one as major as that, was certainly reassuring, to say the least. A group of SHSLs gathered together was a force to be reckoned with, especially when one of them had a talent as powerful as bounty hunter. Shiori wasn’t going to point that out though.

“Work with them? I am a professional.” He looked like a bird whose feathers had been slightly ruffled. “But yes, I’m in what some may call, ‘the big leagues.’ Big-budget studio films, that kinda business.” He seemed proud of it too. Maybe a bit excessively so, considering everyone else here was some kind of professional.

[shslthreadbear]

Acting Out of Character | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Kimi

@of-incredible-beauty

Shiori was, as has been stated, totally and entirely lost. Nothing new there. He had been taking the time to search for himself, but failed to come up with much, on account of not actually trying that hard. He sat down next to the fountain, fanning himself. Shiori was no stranger to hard work, but usually he likes to do it on his terms. In fact, he was starting to think this place was dirty. Maybe it was time for some stress cleaning.

But first, he was still trying to get to know his classmates, usually the ones who at least looked interesting. His first unfortunate victim was one girl who stood out to him with purple hair, though a bit brighter than his own. He sized her up before getting up and approaching.

“I don’t imagine you’ve found anything significant either, huh?” He cocked his head to the side. Perhaps they’d put more rigor into it than he did. “You’re a Hope’s Peak student too, like everyone else here, no?” They looked her over again once more. “Nice... dress.”

[shslpurble-blog]

Red Thread Of Fate | Jotaro | Prologue | Closed For Shiori

[shslpurble-blog]

“Well, I kinda just wanna know what’s going on right now, but I’m not sure any of us really know?” Jotaro added, pulling his hand back from the other’s clothing. “B-but either way, I’m Jotaro Ainara! I don’t think it means much here, but I’m a bounty hunter!

He tensed up at the mention of his tattoo before calming down and giving a sheepish chuckle. His hand came up to feel the skin under his eye, it was like the ink sunk in further whenever it was mentioned. 

“Yes…Egyptian. Its a symbol for power, protection, and good health. I guess in a way it keeps me from getting too deep in danger.” He nodded a little. He lowered his hands and joined them together behind his back. His attention was now returned to the other boy.

“Definitely not good!” He recited. “Situations like this are bound to be dangerous and nefarious! It’s like the start to a murder mystery drama.” 

He looked at the hand that was offered, and could only smile joyfully. Jotaro took the other’s hand and shook it excitedly. “It’s nice to meet you Shiori!”

[shslthreadbear]

Shiori sighed. “I think I speak for us all when I say... we’re lost as hell. I sure don’t have a clue.” He raised an eyebrow. “A bounty hunter? Really.” He sounded incredulous that this kid might catch criminals for a living, but hey. Maybe he was older than he looked. But still, it seemed like a dangerous job for someone like him. 

“Well, I imagine someone in your line of work would need some kinda protection, no?” He returned the smile. “It’s nice.” Jotaro didn’t seem so pleased with this line of conversation, and Shiori didn’t particularly have much to say on the subject, so he dropped it. 

“Oh, I’m sure.” A murder mystery, huh? “Man, if only it were that interesting... Heh, imagine.” He wondered. Why were they here? It was as good a guess as any. “I certainly hope that’s not the case, actually.” 

“I can’t say I’ve done anything as grand as bounty hunting, but I’m actually a costume designer by trade. Super High School Level, even.” He hadn’t yet gotten the memo that everyone here was SHSL.

[shslthreadbear]

The Dark Side of the Moon | Shiori | Prologue | Open

Shiori didn’t think he’d been up that late watching the eclipse, but something had to be up. He was in a strange place, surrounded by people (and a dog) he’d never seen before in his life. Just where the hell was he? Had he been... kidnapped?

Thoughts were rushing through his head. How long had he been out? Hours? Days? How was he supposed to know? 

He brushed off his pants. This place didn’t seem particularly dirty, but he didn’t want any dust getting on his clothes. Taking a few steps forward, he looked into the fountain, then beyond it, at the doors. He had a good feeling they’d be locked.

Stretching his neck to try and get rid of that massive crick he felt, Shiori began looking around the room some more, trying to pick out anything important he hadn’t noticed yet. Things here were no doubt bad, and there was no obvious solution to their problem. Heck, the problem itself wasn’t apparent yet. That wouldn’t stop Shiori from looking around though; there had to be something important around here. He’d be damned if he just stood around and waited for something to happen. 

It’d be best to start with the most obvious question. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around. These kids all seemed more or less about the same age as him, so he wondered if they weren’t students like him. He had a feeling they were just as much in the dark as he was. 

“Who are you people? Do any of you know what’s going on here?”