#abnormaldays

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Rude Awakening || Kaia || Decently Late Body Reaction

Kaia had been determined to stay awake. She was always a bit of a night owl, and it should have been easy to stay up long enough for the inevitable murder. But despite her best efforts, everybody has to fall asleep eventually. No matter how hard she slapped or pinched herself, exhaustion won. 

She dreamed of elevators. Closed in and with nowhere to run, the voices of the recently and not-so-recently deceased screaming all around.  She only woke up when she rolled off the bed on the floor, thankful for the rude awakening.

She was less thankful when she found the body. It wasn't like she knew Tokaji. He scared the shit out of her, that was true. But he didn't seem like the most horrible person that had been in their class (that was Watson). He was another person who didn't deserve it, who needed justice. So she yawned, rubbed her eyes, and began to work.

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Same old, new old. || Daniela || Abnormal days

Daniela was standing in front of yet another dead student. Though, the other times this had happened, it was different. This person was someone Daniela would refer to as a protective blanket of sorts. Now, that protection was gone. It was just the icing on top of the cake for her, now that someone she actually knew and preferred over others had died. Daniela had implemented into her mind to not get close to anyone anymore, if this is going to be their outcomes. Was everyone really going to die here in the end? Daniela had no clue, but it really seemed like it.

Now, the silence in her had broken. Daniela had not really spoken with… anyone in particular, really. Not even with Tokaji that much, only once or twice. What had caused her to act so differently? Maybe it was just that last bit of elegance coming back, telling her to not give up. Daniela really wanted to, but who knew what would end up happening if she did? Would everyone die? Either way, it was a hard time to have to investigate all of this on such a scheduled, recurring time. Their numbers had dwindled down as well, making it just more and more difficult for her as an individual to pull her own weight.

There wasn’t really anything Daniela could do but help out. They all had their own roles to play, but they each had to do it to the best of their abilities. Once again, Daniela did not care about who the individual was. Murder was, conveniently, murder. Nothing changes that.

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Abnormal Days|Artie|...And it consumed him

The last motive consumed Artie Artino. He remained awake for many hours, not seeking rest once, despite Shou's offers to help keep watch. Artie believed that no one but he could face his own fears. And well....he was doing a horrible job, honestly.  When he woke to the body, Artie wasn't exactly happy to see it. How could he be? Another student was dead! Still, it wasn't like he wasn't afraid of the guy. He feared him quite a bit, honestly. He didn't know why, but Tokaji gave off this vibe of someone who was super hostile or something? Of course, how could he know when he never spoke to him?  Only one thing was certain: In order to survive this, Artie would have to try. He would have to try to investigate and act like he cared. ...Right? 

"I reckon...I hafta try."

Artie actually investigates for once, GOOOOOO. Hopefully he won't cry over Watson possibly haunting him or whatever.

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Abnormal Days | Kenichi | Pressure Cooking

[ TW: Child neglect, claustrophobia, finger/hand trauma, suffocation, live burial, and emetophobia]

The effect of the nightmares could only be delayed for so long. Sleep was an inevitability – unless you wanted to completely rack your body with physical and psychological with the distress of never resting – and at some point, Kenichi found himself asleep, and alone again.

He was as good as dead to them, more a prop than a son, and he was in a tiny coffin fit more for a child – didn’t they know he had grown up? Were they so oblivious to him that they still thought he was little Ken-chan who was oh so bright for his age, who could walk himself to school and cook his own meals? Maybe that was why they left him in the grave, because so many years had passed and so many things about him had changed that they couldn’t recognize him anymore, and they believed their son was dead.

So why was he still underground? Why was he trapped in such a small box fit more for a tiny girl that burned and less for someone like him who was supposed to be so far beyond his childhood and everything that happened and didn’t happen in it? Even now the coffin grew warm and then hot and then searing as the very dirt around it burned. Smoke crept in through the cracks and stole away even more of the cramped space and even screaming was beyond him because there was no more air left.

Wordless chokes were all Kenichi could manage as he raked his nails on the scorching wood again and again but he only succeeded in carving blood into the coffin, his fingers snapping off one by one by one from the reckless abuse he put them through. And when he was left with nothing more than worn-down stumps, the smoke had seeped into his wounds and motuh and lungs and all that remained for him was the approaching darkness—

And, somehow, the darkness lifted and Kenichi was brought out of the grave in his dreams, though the waking world was still a world of abrupt funerals. He felt absolutely sick and wanted to just stay back and wait out the shuddering, disgusting, burning feelings that nearly paralyzed him. The only, only reason that Kenichi heeded the call was because even the bedroom felt like an ever-shrinking coffin just waiting to engulf him, with too-small furniture and a smell of dirt that permeated every surface.

When he made it to the scene, he couldn’t even find the energy to flinch at the sight of Tokaji’s body – after the way Kosuke died, his death seemed almost tranquil, albeit with an unnerving undertone.

Still, though. Tokaji commanded respect with his contributions to the group. Most of those alive would probably be ready to avenge him because he hadn’t shied away from making the hard accusations. Or maybe there was still bitterness over his denouncement over the mob mentality. In either case, just standing around wouldn’t do anything for him or for anyone else.

And just standing around would make Kenichi remember the feeling of being trapped.

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Root Beer Float || Toshiro || Body Reaction

He'd been here for... How long? A week? Two...?

He wasn't sure any more. It felt like he was floating, like his body was slowly disconnecting from his soul. He wasn't sure he'd even realize if someone murdered him now.

This place was trying his patience, he just wanted to wring someone's neck out, and tell everyone to calm the fuck down.

Of course, that'd probably be taken as an attempted kill, and that'd definitely turn out well.

"Fine. Fine, if you fuckers wanna keep playing, then by all means. Like hell I'm going to play along, and risk my life, but that also means, hey, look! I have no choice but to solve this crime. So congrats, you've got another asset on your side for investigation. But hell is I'm going to participate in anything but that. I'm saving my own hide. You save yours."

Toshiro huffed at the end of his little fit, and then looked around.

Blood. Bodies. More bloody. Probably a suspect. Maybe two. Who the hell knows.

Who the fuck cares?

Sighing at the prospect of the bumpy ride in front of him, he did his best to shake the stray thoughts out of his head.