glitz n glamour

[[ DR OC Blog to be affiliated with DespairTrigger. ]] ;; Status: Alive ;; 萩原敦也 || 19 || ♐ || ENFJ Previously affiliated with Dangan-3rror. (Chapter 2 Culprit; Deceased.)

[shslpoliceartist]

Prologue | Open

Maverick listened with uncertainty as the stranger and black and white spoke, turning over each word carefully in his mind and trying to comprehend what exactly was going on.  As this went on, he stood stock still and stared at the odd person in front of him, not moving an inch while the small crowd likely shifted here and there around him.  

He didn’t mind the people; he really didn’t.  There wasn’t a familiar face in sight, of course; that was just his luck that none of those he knew would be among these.  However, that wasn’t something that was difficult to fix.

When the speech was over, he went to reflexively check his wrist for the lead that was so often looped around it before remembering.  Japan’s quarantine for imported animals wouldn’t let him have Crosby yet.  That was certainly unfortunate.  

Tucking the strange card- what appeared to be an ID- into his jeans pocket, he let his mind flow back into his intended action before he was distracted by the lack of his faithful canine companion: meeting people.  And so, without skipping a beat, he placed himself within the line of sight of one of the nearest stranger and… simply started talking.  Someone was doing his best to skip the awkward.

“So, how much money you wanna bet this fuckin’ school’s pulling something on us?  Their rep’s so polished, there’s gotta be something weird about this place.”

[shsltvshowhost-blog]

Ah...? 

Slowly, Atsuya turned his head towards the individual that had made their way over and into his line of sight before they began to talk. The fact that this disheveled looking boy jumped his way right into a conversation while forgoing any introductory greetings caught Atsuya off guard for a few moments. He wasn’t prepared to make conversation with anyone so soon, but it didnt really bother him that much.

He mustered up as much charm as he could with this thick atmosphere threatening to suffocate them and everyone else in this room; Atsuya put on a friendly smile, or what he hoped was a friendly looking one anyways.

Of course, he did give the other a quick once over, and rose his brow at the other’s current state of attire in a brief silently judging gaze.. But... he kept his judgmental nature to himself like usual. Whatever the other looked like- or wore- was their choice, and he would not insult anyone for something as simple as that. At least not aloud, anyways...

“Hmmmn, like a prank, or as in a whole ‘this situation isn’t staged whatsoever and all of your lives are actually at stake’ idea?”

“Although, you sound fairly serious about this, so I’m going to go with the latter.” “The school’s... questionable at best, in my own opinion, but I personally have nothing bad to say about it. Then again it’s a little hard for me to take this whole situation very seriously in the first place... considering our circumstances.” And considering there’s a 12-year-old running this show as well...

He kept that last bit to himself, however.

[shsltvshowhost-blog]

getcha head in the game: the sequel || open prologue

Knowing that the exits were all barred off, and locked Atsuya had simply been standing around the area they had all first woken up in. It was quite hard for him to take this situation very seriously at all, and the fact that quite a number of students were garnering all sorts of ridiculous reactions to their young host’s explanation he wasn’t quite sure what to feel about it himself.

One could easily say he felt disconnected from it all, that he was still trying to process everything they’d been told, but he was also feeling a little... amused. Entertained, even.

The fact that he’d woken up on a dusty old floor with a headache wasn’t very fun, and the fact that he was still sporting said headache even now wasn’t either. Waving it away as best as he could though he took a few glances at their surroundings in hopes of potentially seeing a camera hidden away somewhere, but decided it’d be best if he left most of the exploration up to the other students. If this really was just some silly televised prank he wanted to remain as composed as best as he could. Someone had to anyways, and he might as well take that position up himself.

He glanced back at Monoko before humming quietly to himself. That kid has a lot to learn still if he wants to be an enthralling host. He’s decent so far at best.

Adjusting his scarf around his neck, Atsuya talked aloud mostly to himself in an attempt to keep the thick atmosphere from getting to him.

“Good to know that we can all rely on a 12 year old to keep us oh so thoroughly entertained.” And it’s even better knowing a 12 year old is holding them all hostage.

He kept that last bit to himself however.

[mesmxrising]

ℳ𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝒆 ℛ𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓽𝒆

[shsltvshowhost-blog]

𝔐𝑦 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝓡𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢

[mesmxrising]

return the slaaaaab

[shsltvshowhost-blog]

[despairtrigger-blog]

Takeo's pretty chill, he's going to wander upstairs and investigate the dorm rooms. What's up with those?

Well, upon reaching the second floor, Takeo would notice a bunch of dorm rooms. Each of them is decorated the same way; there’s a single queen-sized bed in the center of the room, with a nightstand on either side. A trunk can be found at the foot of the bed. There’s a sofa with a table for comfort, a closet for storing clothes, and a vanity. 

Outside each of the doors is a nameplate, which assigns the students to the dorms. There are two in each rooms, as follows: 

1: Miyako and Ueli

2: Takeo and Misami

3: Hugo and Minho

4: Caspar and Shigeo

5: Senka and Madoka

6: Tomio and Kiri

7: Sumire and Phoebe

8: Atsuya and Eijiri

9: Koro and Ryouta

10: Maverick and Hanako

11: Lucida and Maemi

12: Iain and Ayame

[despairtrigger-blog]

GAME START

Hope’s Peak Academy. A school founded on hope, devoted to finding the world’s most talented, elite teenagers and cultivating their abilities in order to create the brightest possible future for society: one filled with clean, pure hope. It has been successful thus far, not a single bump in the road. Of course, as unbridled success normally does, Hope’s Peak’s officials were lulled into a state of calm. As long as they could continue to successfully recruit students and strive for excellence, they didn’t much care for the small personal disputes that occurred within their walls, so long as it didn’t blemish their pristine reputation. This led way to many cases of bullying between students, hazings on newcomers, and even small scale feuds among rivaling students. If a parent was concerned, they were paid off for their silence. Looking at the grand premise of the school grounds from the outside, you would feel nothing but pride for the progress society had made since the creation of the school. But what was held within the school was a dark, bitter energy that sprung it’s madness at every corner.

You are a new student at this greatest of academies, and you are none the wiser of these incidents. As you take a few nervous yet hearty steps up to the academy gates, your vision begins to weaken, however. Everything goes black. You can’t move. What’s happening..?

This continues for moments, but you finally feel your senses stir. You can hear a faint giggle, but it’s blocked out quickly by an intense pain in your skull, and the unbearable stiffness of your limbs. You fight to open your eyes, and your vision is spotty, but sure enough you manage to awaken yourself. You are face down on a dusty old carpet, which covers a dull hardwood floor. The space you reside in seems rather open, with dark red walls, a grand staircase, a beautiful crystal chandelier dangling precariously from a 16 foot ceiling, and the bodies of 23 other students scattered on the floor around you.

Wait. Bodies?

Yes, bodies.

Unconscious bodies. Everyone appears to be about the same age as you are, and all suffering from the same discomforts. As you all pick yourselves up from the ground and try to make some sense of your surroundings, you realize that they are very unfamiliar. A few of you begin to panic even, gripping at your pockets and bodies for your bags or your phones in order to get ahold of someone who can tell you what you may have done to be where you are right now. You don’t know a single person in this room, of course you aren’t going to ask them. You all realize, however, that your are empty handed, except for a small card.

No bigger than your average credit/debit card, it flashes to life almost as soon as you hold it up. You can see your name, your personal information, this card displays almost everything. How do you even work this thing? Some are furious, yelling even. Where are our phones, our several hundred dollar bags, and how the hell does someone have all this information? The card bears the HPA insignia, but… this clearly isn’t the school. What kind of a game is this?!

“Wow, you are a noisy bunch, aren’t you?”

Everyone stops at the sound of a rather young child addressing them. Following the sound, you all turn and see what appears to be a child no older that 12 years of age, with black and white hair and a face mask. He is simply watching from afar, eyes flickering about to each face. You cringe as he meets your gaze: One eye is a dark grey color, the other is fully red; sclera and all. You question if it’s even real, it almost entire transfixes your attention, but he resumes speaking.

“Now that you lazy bums are up at least, I can go ahead and get introductions out of the way. My name is Monoko! I’m gonna be your guiding light for the next few… forevers. It’s nice to meet you all! And don’t worry about introducing yourselves, I already know everything about all of you! Isn’t that handy?”

He watches you all for another few moments and sighs after a period of silence.

“Too strong, I guess I gotta back off in my approach… but now is the part where I get a good explanation out of the way!”

“Welcome to your new home! This estate and all that it has to offer shall become your whole world for the rest of your lives! It’ll be fun, you all get to live with me forever! Well, some of you probably. Why only some of you? Don’t be stupid, no one lives forever. But it’s also because… living here isn’t all you guys get to do. That would be sooooo boring, y’know? I say… we play a little game. Not really a little game since it, you know, deals with life and death, but you get what I mean.”

Life and death..?

“You see, what you all get to play is a mutual killing game. All of you are strangers more or less, so it should be pretty easy! You all see this door behind me? It’s locked tight, and nothing is gonna bust it down. All the other exits? Barred, locked, you name it; no one is escaping. You want out? There’s only one way: one of you must kill somebody in this room and get away with it. If you do, you get to leave everybody here in the dust. If you don’t… ohohoho, let’s just say you’ll be in for a nasty little surprise.”

“Enough of my ramblings, though. Now that you’ve all been acquainted with your situation by none other than your charming host, why don’t you all look around and get to know your new home~? The little card you all found in your pockets will help you. Have fun, and feel free to ask questions~!”

Monoko simply stands in silence at the front of the room, watching you all and your cacophony of reactions to this sudden, dreadful news. The only thing on your mind is the same one perforating everyone else’s thoughts…

What are you going to do?

**MAPS UNLOCKED: ESTATE MANOR**

**MONOKO IS NOW AVAILABLE AS AN RP PARTNER!! TAG ANY STARTERS #HEYMONOKO FOR RESPONSE FROM THE HOST. OTHERWISE, INVESTIGATION START!! GOOD LUCK!!**

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rest in fucking pieces fritz

[ventosin]

Story of Seasons - Flowery Night

[weloveshortvideos]

[whereismywizardhat]

Caption

Woman: Goodbye little bird!

[Bird flies into a window]

Crowd: Augh!

[official-hyperbole]

me

[shoujoromance]

[hatin-deactivated20140225]

[birbfriends]

He does this every time I whistle, I was trying to be serious so I wouldn’t laugh but it didn’t work. He’s trying to learn it so he listens so hard!

[kastiakbc]

HE’S TRYING SO HARD BLESS HIM

[becausebirds]

When the beat drops. Unmute this.

[shoujoromance]

[shsltvshowhost-blog]

the shading is a little messy because i was mostly testing brushes and things out again, but atsuya is like... drinking coffee at sunset on a really beautiful beach. that’s him.

[shsl-artificial-sarcasm-deactiv]

@mods please….. get us moon church

[despairtrigger-blog]

FINAL DAY TO TURN IN APPS

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