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no feelings only weights now

Addy inhaled deeply as she squatted, the barbell settled heavily on her shoulders like it was made to sit there. Her arms strained as she focused on her core, keeping her torso as upright as possible. Something in her back was pulled too tight, and her old leg injury ached slightly with every movement, clears signs from her body that she should take a break. Weightlifting was dependent on putting in hard effort for timed sets, taking a short break, and then starting on another set. She knew this, and yet. Every time she reached the number of reps where she would normally pause and stretch out her muscles a bit, she couldn’t bring herself to halt. It was like the momentum of the repetitive motion was all that was keeping her moving, and if she took even the shortest break, she wouldn’t be able to start moving again. And she had to keep moving.

She reached the bottom of her squat and reversed the motion, rising to stand again. Against her will, her calf muscle spasmed, locking her leg when it needed to bend, and unbalancing her. She rolled with the fall, letting the barbell slide off her shoulders as to not get pinned by it solely on instinct. That had probably made some noise, though she couldn’t hear it with her hearing aids out. With her hands still a second behind her head, she met the ground face first, turning so she wouldn’t damage her nose. Broken noses hurt something fierce, she thought as the rest of her hit the ground with a forced exhale of all the air in her lungs.

For a while, she laid there without moving, mind blank. The mats on the floor were unfamiliar. When had she come here again? She couldn’t remember. The idea of remembering anything made her shudder, suddenly feeling somehow hunted. Pulling herself up on shaky arms, she noted that it’d be pretty easy for anyone to take advantage of her clear weakness right now. The thought didn’t manage to elicit any panic in her, only a sort of despondency. She finally pushed herself up to her knees, only to immediately wobble, black spots filling her vision. catching herself on the wall, she couldn’t seem to find a reason to get up anyways. She slumped back against the wall, too exhausted to do much but breathe.

#(coping mechanism: GETTING FUCKING SHREDDED)#starter #addy patel #(shes just chillin)#(im sure its fine)#(its not like shed look like a dead body or anything lol)#(oh wait)#(yeah for reference never lift weights beyond your limit like that you will gt pinned by a weight and die probably)#drdm #danganronpadespairmadness #chapter 2

#aesthetic #addy patel #not a response #drdm #i spent like an hour on this #character

a lawyer and a stuntperson walk into a bar,

@law-star

Addy stared at the walls in front of her, recognizing it as one of the halls on the second floor, with the lavish but ugly wallpaper, and doors on one side. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing here, but it didn’t really matter. The only timer that mattered was the one slowly counting down the hours until-

Blinking the thought away like a stray piece of lint, she turned and tried to remember where her room was, glancing at the nameplates and taking a little too long to register them when she recalled that they no longer used the rooms. She turned the corner and stopped, spotting a figure nearby.

It was… Mori, wasn’t it? They hadn’t talked much, and she didn’t know her very well. Still, she caught her eyes and lifted a hand in a half-wave, before approaching, ready for any distraction from the current situation, even if that was just letting someone else vent about it.

“Hi… It’s Patel? Mori, right? Sorry, I just- I’m not sure what to do… about everything.” Very well-thought out. Except not at all. Way to go, Aditi. Smooth.

#starter #chapter 3 #addy patel #noriko mori #drdm #danganronpadespairmadness #(jndjkvkjg hope this is ok!)

take a fucking dissociate, babes

Addy sighed, and shifted to huddle further into a ball, legs tucked in and knees pressed to her chest. From what she could see from her perch on top of the fridge, nobody else was in the room or even area, which meant she was alone with her thoughts. Unfortunately.

The trial’s events replayed in her mind, glossing over at periods where her mind still refused to process. They all said the same thing to Amano, in the end. He was a murderer. They couldn't forget or forgive that. The fact that he'd killed someone before was what condemned him, in his final defense. She should feel the same, right?

She stared at her hands, feeling the sensation of ice ghosting along her back, her arms, her hands. The sight of something so, so still. She shivered, and then held her head in her hands, feeling dull pain in her temples. Trying to think about this on her own was an exercise in futility. She had to talk to someone directly about it if she wanted to get anywhere.

She wondered for a moment, but in the end, the choice was obvious. She hopped down from the industrial fridge, landing lightly on her feet in the dim kitchen and heading for the elevator. He wasn't biased, as he showed every trial, and he was smart. She got off the elevator on the residential floor. She trusted him. He’d be able to tell her the truth, and she’d… she'd do what she had to.

She stopped at his door, and knocked carefully.

“Takahashi? ...Are you in here? S… Sorry to bother you, but I need your help… your thoughts on something.” She paused, considering. “If you don't want to, that's fine too, of course.” It would leave her uncertain and untethered, but it wasn't his job to listen to her burdens. In fact, now that she thought about it, this was a horrible idea that would only inconvenience him. “I'm sorry, nevermind, I’ll just-” She stepped back, preparing to go back to huddling on top of the tallest structure she could find.

@un-luckster

#starter #Haruki Takahashi #addy patel #chapter 3 #drdm #danganronpadespairmadness

smel it by man who is crying

Addy realized that her shirt was kinda damp from all the sweating she’d done. She hadn’t really worked out but finding a dead body and proceeding to sit in one place trying not to hyperventilate had more or less the same effect on her clothes. She got up and checked the pool room first, but there weren’t any towels around. Oh, yeah. Yikes. Instead, she went to the laundry room, figuring worst come to worst she could just use one of her old shirts and dab some detergent on it or something. As long as she wasn’t actively smely it was probably fine. @danganronpadespairmadness

#investigation #addy patel #chapter 2 #drdm #danganronpadespairmadness

take a fucking dip, babes

Addy sat next to the fountain, dipping her hand into the water to feel the coolness of it. She sighed, leaning back to settle against the hard cement, and closed her eyes. The artificial lighting stung her eyes even through her eyelids, and for a moment she let herself wish for natural sunlight to warm her skin. She wished she wasn’t in this place. That none of them were.

Shaking off her thoughts, she turned to the current problem at hand. She had a secret that didn’t belong to her and someone else had hers, but she didn’t know what to do about either. She didn’t want to make the person whose secret she had upset or angry, so she hadn’t approached them about it yet. She had no idea what her secret was, wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. All she would have to do was ask the person listed in the message. Simple curiosity told her yes, but a feeling in the pit of her stomach made her hesitate.

No matter how hard she thought on it, she kept going in circles of simple reasoning versus her instinctual feeling about her mystery secret. Her face relaxed from its scrunched up expression, finally giving up on deciding anytime soon. She was so bad at thinking things through on her own. Sighing, she rolled to her knees and leaned over the fountain, contemplating dipping her entire head into it just for the refreshing sensation.

#starter #addy patel #chapter 2 #drdm #danganronpadespairmadness

Room Investigation

Figuring Morioka would follow her up at his own pace, she took the elevator the second floor. After walking down to her door, Addy fumbled at the doorknob and walked into her room, careful not to bump her passenger against the door frame in the process. She studied her bed, which looked practically untouched(she had made the bed every time she wasn’t using it out of old habit). Even if it hadn’t been used in at least a full day, it would be kind of rude to put her on a bed that wasn’t clean. Luckily, she had another unused bed, conveniently placed right there in the room. Thank goodness for bed-filled hotel layouts.

She opted to set the girl down on top of the outer cover of the unused bed, justifying that she might overheat if she was bundled up. Addy adjusted the pillows to make a good headrest, and stepped back. The girl no longer looked like she was going to have neck pain something awful when she woke up. Addy nodded to herself, and sat down on her own bed, still full of energy. She spent a moment checking over the girl, making sure there weren’t any injuries or anything else out of the ordinary on her. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too disoriented when she woke up.

Thinking about how she hadn’t been in here for a while, Addy peered around her room, looking to see if anything had changed while she was out.

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