#hvdopen

[privetdrivefreak]

Creeping Amortentia; HVD Motive

Harry had already been in the infirmary to change his bandages when the announcement was made so he easily sauntered in the conference room for this little affair. Even with his left arm in a sling, the way he moved was graceful and alluring, his hips swaying as he walked. He put his right arm on his hip and pursed his lips at the Monobear. Something wasn’t quite right… not with the bear, because he was usually like that, but with the Super High School Level Caretaker.

Green eyes leered at his classmates as they entered and his pursed lips would turn into a grin at the sight of some of them. In fact, his attention was more on his classmates than their beloved Headmaster. He was quite tired of the stuffed toy really and he piped up; “Quit your yammering honey and shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. “You’re boring me to death. Every second wasted listening to you is wasted time when I could be buggering one of these cuties instead. And by buggering, I mean fucking, to you Japs,” he snapped irritably.

Gone was the headstrong but polite Brit from yesterday. In his place was… this thing, whatever he was with the way he was leering lewdly at his classmates, a certain Super High School Level Psychologist in particular. His face was red but it wasn’t from embarrassment or anything. But his eyes went over those who had met before as well, the Sukeban girl and the Chosen One… oh, he wouldn’t mind making that one his chosen one if a certain someone didn’t want to play with him. “I’m bored? Can I go? There’s a perfectly good bed in the infirmary I just want to lie on.”

[privetdrivefreak]

Worst Than The Wizengamot; HVD Open

Harry couldn’t believe what happened at the trial and at the… execution after that. He couldn’t even believe there was a murder! He had been cooped up in his room, trying to recover from the injury Monobear dealt him and could not even help with the investigation because of it. He had been too deep in thought to even hear the Body Discovery Announcement and only made it to the trial when a Monobear hauled him out of his room.

He was ashamed he wasn’t able to stop Juan from doing what he did. Ashamed that he didn’t even get to know the Super High School Level Animal Whisperer before her death. Ashamed that he help in the trial that resulted in Juan’s punishment. Ashamed that… even his magic couldn’t help them right now.

What was the point of being a wizard saviour if he couldn’t even use the most simple of magic? “Merlin damn it! WHY? Why won’t you work?” he yelled, throwing the non responsive wand across the pharmacy room. He had been there to get Muggle medicine to help with the pain but they were nothing compared to healing potions. He was almost missing Snape right now; he could use the man’s potion prowess… or, you know, his magic, even if he was a slimy git.

[hopevsdespairarnisador-blog-blog]

HVD Open RP || Dead Men Tell No Tales

The teen woke up with a jolt. What the--? What just...? What happened? Wasn't I...?

His memory was a blur. Did he hit his head or something? Why couldn't remember a thing?

"..." His eyes widened. Ah yes. Earlier, they were at the trial concerning Tsukiko's murder. The murder that he initiated. He smirked as he remembered their shocked faces, those horrified looks, those stutters of denial, those shouts of anger, their attempts of justification over his actions, their obvious hypocrisy.

Denying that they would've done the same... Hah. Fucking hypocrites. Whether that threat used as motive was real or not... Well, he did feel guilty and horrible for what he had done, but he thought that his actions were necessary. Obviously, with the way things were going, it seemed like Monobear had already another motive ready unless they killed. As much as Juan didn't want to do it, the one thing that kept crossing his mind was his dad, and despite going against all he was thought, he believed that his dad was going to be just fine, along with the others that the students had deemed important.

After the trial's conclusion, it was a flurry of cursing, blaming, insulting, and denying, all aimed towards the Arnis player. Not that he could blame them really. Then there was Fox running toward his side, then that clamp...

He paled as he shakily reached a hand towards his neck, fearing that the iron chain that clamped around his neck was still there. For some reason, and to his relief, it wasn't there. How strange.

And when did he get back on the island? Wasn't he being dragged to some platform that time to his death? This was getting weirder and weirder. Ah well, he might as well just check what's going on around the island.

And with that, he began walking around the sandy beach, looking like some sort of lost kid. It seemed that he was just outside something that appeared like ruins of some sort. How did he get here?

"It became night all too quickly..." he commented as he took notice of the time, at the same time wondering where the others are.

[shsl-ajibana]

Hiroko is just... - Open

Hiroko needed to distract herself but walking along the beach, painting her nails and cooking didn't quite work. The arcade upset her and while Hiroko could go to the library, she wasn't a particularly avid reader. Result: she decided to to do some exploring around the ruins.

Her aunt, Miyuki, had been an archeologist. She'd often take young Hiroko to museums and explorations. Miyuki eventually had a fatal heart attack and at the time, Hiroko couldn't understand the concept of death very well, only that her aunt was gone.  Something simillar happened to Hiroko's siblings: Yumiko and Toshio didn't understand when their father died either and forward five years and the then six year old Yoko was running around the house asking about their recently deceased mother. Maybe that was why Hiroko had tried to explain Momoko what death was.

The place sure was nostalgic and reminded the girl about auntie Miyuki. But that made Hiroko feel happy and comforted rather than terrified and upset. Hiroko wouldn't be going to the arcade in a while. Maybe that was because there was nothing she could have done to help Miyuki, while she could have talked to Juan and asked him how he was feeling and tried to distract him.

She was so absorbed in her own thoughts she didn't quite notice where she was going and tripped, fell to the ground and much to her nervousness, couldn't get up.

[the-shsldj]

distrust | { open }

Kazuki watched in horror the video Monokuma had prepared for him. His face was pale, he was afraid. Afraid of everything going on, he had already thought of grabbing that knife, and stab everyone with it. He needed to make sure they were alive. He started sweating, crying in the process. "H-How did...y-y--you..." He gulped, what would happen...what would.....what.... "GET AWAY FROM ME!" he screamed to everyone in the scene, and quickly ran away to his cottage. There was no way he would let himself be killed by anyone.

When he got to his cottage, he started crying intensily, watching the video over and over to see if there was some sort of clue. But there wasn't. Kazuki threw his shades away to a wall, breaking them. "W-why.....did t-this have t-t--to happen...?" He threw himself into his bed, and tried to relax.

[shsl-ajibana]

No - open

When everyone had left to do their own things after Monobear’s announcement of the motive, Juan decided to train like usual. Just like everyone else, he was as shocked and horrified with what he saw in the video.

He brought out his two rattan sticks, planning on just whacking the air… but he couldn’t find it in himself to do it. The video left a horribly sour taste in his mouth that he couldn’t wash away with his usual activities.

"…" He decided to then go to the nearby arcade, not really expecting to see anyone in there.

Apparently he was wrong.

In there, he saw another student who looked just as frazzled as he was, her face showing signs that she had been crying for quite a while now. After debating on it for a little while, he decided to approach her with quiet steps. “Uh… Hey.” he awkwardly said.

[switchbladejoker]

they're watching (motive) || open

“It’s seven in the morning you lazy bastards! Time to wake up! The Headmaster needs all students at the airport now! Anyone who doesn’t attend will be severely punished, so hurry up!”

Izaya was already up, searching through the file cabinet he found when he arrived that Monobear had somehow transported all the way from his residence in Ikebukuro. After the announcement had was over, he signed and put the folder he was looking at back in its place, heading for the door.

Fifteen minutes later, all of the students had gathered in the airport in various states of dress. A familiar stuffed animal pops up in the center of attention, and starts to give a speech about killing yet again. Izaya had already decided he wouldn't have to perform any murders- the other students would most likely do that themselves. 

"If you would all take out your Electronic Student Identification Cards and check the menu, a new option under Media should be there. Each of you bastards has a different video that I think you will be all interested in, upupupu!”

This caught Izaya's attention, looking up sharply at the laughing bear. Indeed, there was a Media option, and he clicked it, fear heavy in his stomach. The security camera footage was running fast, and seemed to be over a day as the light in the room brightened and faded, and the two figures came and went. Izaya was never able to see who the two were, as the footage was too poor to make out details.

The first time he could get a clear look at their faces was when the Monobear toys were delivered. The two were his sisters. Izaya's brown eyes widened in surprise, just as theirs were to see the two toys in a plain brown box. The video ended there.

"Heh. Haha... Hahaha..." Izaya laughed softly. Did they really think this was going to break him? 

Well, they were right, partially at least. They had gotten into him, the psychologist's, own head. And he hated it. "Damn it all!" he screamed, holding his head in his hands. How the hell did they know? There was no way they could have gotten their address. If they died, it was all his fault...

He couldn't stand to be in that airport for another second. He ran straight back to his room and locked the door behind him, punching the filing cabinet and sitting down on his bed. Someone knocked on the door a few minutes later, which he ignored.

[switchbladejoker]

"Motive? Like, we get a lollipop if we kill someone or something like that?"