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I Could Never Make a Difference [Reaction/Open]

Nothing had changed at all.

She was an idiot. An idiot.

Idiot idiot idiot.

Sin should've taught her this by now - you shouldn't trust people. Even if they seem like they like you - even if they seem to trust you, even. You should never. Ever. Let them get to you. And yet she had. And she'd paid the price for it again. Suicide...? Him? It seemed... unlikely, impossible, even. So strong, and his eyes - they'd always looked ahead. He'd seen people he'd cared about die and yet he saw it through, justice was the most important thing of all. And yet. She was mistaken.

Again.

Was she just a poor judge of character or what? Was Kaoru going to do the same thing to her? The worst part was knowing she'd probably continue making this same mistake. She was too stupid. Really, she was. It was too much to expect her to learn and wise up. Dumbass.

Shinobu heaved a sigh as her eyes traced the ceiling. Right now Valu wasn't around so the room was empty. She'd never been the sort of person to need space before now but right now? She was kind of glad to be on her own. To think. Maybe... if she thought hard enough, she could figure out what she'd done wrong - clearly she'd done something, right? Otherwise Yoshi would've told her right? And then there was the matter of Yuu and Sonya... damn, it'd be so easy to blame it all on Yuu-- he started it after all, but... really, they'd both been scared right? Just... scared. They were just kids, damn it. If the roles were reversed... if Sonya had struck first and Yuu killed her would it make a difference? Not much of one. Really this time they were... both victims. She briefly wondered how Yoshiro was handling this. He'd been in tears in the trial. She wanted to see him but. Ha. That wasn't a good idea. He hated her at this point. And she... hated him? Not really. She felt too tired for hate. Too hurt. She was finding herself to be a person she didn't really like. Confident, yes, strong, of course, but what else?

Nothing.

And... really... so what if she lived to see the end of this? She was a five star, the was expected. But Yoshi had been a four star and he was dead. There wasn't anything sparkly or brilliant about a dead star. This wasn't like when Himiko died - she'd-- she'd been taken by surprise. Her life was snatched, stolen, taken and ripped from her. On the other hand, he... had extinguished his own light for some reason. She'd outlived him. And she may outlive others, but... well, it was hard to see why.

She may be a five star, but it's lonely at the top.

[shslpopper]

Exploration time? Not so much [Open]

Although Himiko had taken a quick look at every new opened room to them, she wasn't in the mood to throughly inspect them yet again. It was strange, really - normally, she would have been grateful for every new room, because it meant she saw something different. This time, though, she didn't even feel anything. The last murder still didn't get out of her head and she grimaced at this thought. Three people this time... Two she had barely known again and then Hazuki... the girl with whom she had pleasant conversations with.

Those three girls are the reason why her sister was still alive. She was thankful for that, really, because Himiko couldn't say if she had kept it together any longer if Hazuki didn't do her deed.

With an exasperated sigh, Himiko had found herself in the rabbit hutch, stroking one of the many bunnies that were around. She liked animals and their presence could do wonder to your mental health.

She certainly felt more at peace now.

Really, distracting herself was all she could do at the moment.

[shslsakka]

My Fans'll Keep Me Cool [Open]

She would've expected this before from the neighbourhood kids but seriously... in space with a buncha special kids... she didn't know. She was disappointed. Somehow Shinobu expected they'd be better than that. Such an obvious goddamn frame like she'd right such an indulgent ass letter like that. And leave shit in her own room, like, seriously? What did these people take her for? She wasn't smart, sure, but, she wasn't braindead.

Her latest encounters were going poorly and really, in her mind, that was good. Let them be poor. She wasn't in the mood to play nice with these people, not if this was how it was gonna be. Himiko, Kaoru, Yoshi. Those guys? Those guys were good. Anyone else, ooh boy, they'd better be ready for something else.

After her trip to the exercise room to blow off steam only succeeded in making her angrier Shinobu strode off to the lounge to be by herself but not before going to the gift shop and stealing a snack. Armed with a Hope's Peak branded lollipop now stuck in her mouth she sat on the back of an arm chair, rather improperly really, and stared long and hard at the ceiling as if it were seconds away from falling on her. The sound of the door opening snaps her away from her staring contest with the ceiling and she throws the person a look.

"What? If you want somethin' you better speak up."

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In memory of the deceased [Open]

Himiko swore at everything that was holy to her that she had to be cursed. It was already unfortunate enough that she hadn't been able to participate in the first trial, no, even in the second trial she couldn't speak up. First it was her overall well-being that kept her from being useful, but this time, she thought she would help figure out what happened.

Then her voice had to make a fuss.

At least she had been able to share all of her findings to the others before her vocal chords gave up on functionating properly for the time being. Well, they didn't cease completely, but it hurt to actually speak. Damnit, she knew she shouldn't have trained her voice so much, but Himiko just had to distract herself whilst the whole murder ordeal and investigation happened...

You could say this was a way of coping for the voice imitator.

Anyway, they had found out the culprit and in all honesty, Himiko felt a bit guilty to wish that it should have been someone else. Well, she didn't interacted much with Sin, but when they rapped and beatboxed once together, she had so much fun... He didn't seem like the greedy type and now he actually went and comitted murder.

And for that, he was executed.

This was actually the first death that impacted her. Of course, the other one's had made her react, too, but in these cases, they were all just... faceless people. She hadn't known them in the slightest, so it was - for the lack of better word - easy to get over it. This time, it would be far more difficult, because she had known the deceased.

A sigh escaped her throat, which she immediately regretted it - not like it hurt that much, but when even a sigh was emitting slight pain reactions, then it would be truly unwise to actually raise her voice. Himiko shook her head as she looked over whatever she had just finished, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, before they went back and she nodded to herself.

Getting up and taking a step back, Himiko surveyed the little table she had moved to Viewing platform - well, not said furniture itself, but rather what was on top of it. Five little origami animals were placed neatly at the surface, each one of them representing the deceased - they even had little naming plates (out of paper, of course) right before them.

Osamu was represented as a simple crane - a work everyone would do at first if they ever started to do origami. Lucius on the other hand, had been depicted as a little bunny - she thought it would only fit for the selenologist, because a bunny was often associated with the moon. There was also an animal for Jun - it was a swan, although also a rather simple made one. She had no idea what to depict him as, so she went with this option. For Hiroko, she chose a cat - the maneki-neko kind, to be more precise, because they were known to bring luck. Then again, it's not like that luck saved her from death...

Last but not least, there was also one for Sin and it was a fox. She didn't exactly know why she thought this would be the best fit, but she just followed her gut feeling in this case. It was also her latest work for this little remembrance she did for the deceased.

Tugging at the yellow scarf she wore now, Himiko folded her hands in front of it and closed her eyes, silently praying for her dead classmates. Hopefully, they could at least appreciate the sight of earth from the afterlife...

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Funny? Try harder next time [Hayate + Himiko]

Admittedly, Himiko hadn't really talked much with her supposed dance partner before Cal-Dumb announced a new motive. It wasn't even his fault - she was the one who came late to the party, after all. Himiko wasn't even that much of a latecomer, but this time around, she had simply overslept. She wanted to take a quick nap, but it took far much longer than intended and than she had to get quickly dressed for the occasion which prompted her to tell Hayate to go on without her. The voice imitator didn't want him to wait for god knows how long and bore himself out to death while he could enjoy himself on the party.

Putting her ballgown and make-up on didn't take that long, but her hair was something else. Combing it to its usual silkiness took a bit and then she tried to give a different hairstyle a shot at first, but unfortunately, no matter how many times she tried, it didn't go as she wanted. After the fifth attempt, Himiko just kindly screwed over it and opted to let her hair roam freely. Of course, she could have gone for her usual braid, but Himiko wanted a bit of change once in a while.

When she was finally done with everything, Himiko had hurried to the ball room and searched for her partner, though she also looked at the others. They all looked really fancy - safe for that one newcomer who didn't even bother to wear the suit he had most likely received. Oh well, whatever floats your boat, correct?

The black-haired girl had just found Hayate when the motive had been announced. Himiko had merely rolled her eyes - killing for the money, huh? Someone would surely take this opportunity to try and grasp this prize at the expense of everyone else... What a sad thought, but Himiko wasn't one to fool herself with blind optimism. Sure, she wanted to believe in her comrades, but the first murder already showed him that people here were capable of gruesome crimes.

"/Yeah, yeah, blubb blubb, we heard you, goodbye/", Himiko directed her words at the AI with George's voice, before she shook her head and walked over to Hayate.

Gazing upon the voice imitator, one would notice that her hair was open now - the sunglasses nowhere near in sight and a single pink feather attached right behind her ear - and a knee-length, black dress. A delicate feather ornament adorned it at the end of the garment, only the outlines being filled with soft colors. Said dress covered her whole left arm with a sleeve that went broad at the end whilst the other arm was spared with any kind of fabric. Additionally to the sleeve, Himiko also seemed to wear a fingerless glove on her left hand and judging that one wasn't able to see her naked arm underneath it when she lifted her hand, it seemingly reached to her upper arm. Other than that, Himiko also wore a necklace with pink feathers attached to it.

Her black high heels stopped giving the typical clack sound one would hear if someone would walk with these kind of shoes around as soon as she stopped moving and gave the businessman an apogoletic smile.

"Sorry that I'm so late, I never intended to nap that long... Well, let's just make the best out of it, alright?"

Seems like someone was graciously ignoring the motive now.

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Familiarity [OPEN]

The last few days were certainly anything but great for Himiko. Firstly, she hadn't felt too well for the longest time and prefered to stay in her room. Secondly - and in all honesty, rather contradictory to the first point - she had felt restless. There were many reasons as to why - be it one of her classmates being murdered, another one being punished with death and another one executed for the crime they comitted. It made her sad that she never got the chance to talk to either of the deceased, though in BeiBei's case, she wasn't feeling the loss all too much.

Back to the reasons, though. The death of three students was already bad, but Himiko struggled to be stuck in the same place for this long. The voice imitator had already seen all of the available rooms back then and it made her anxious to see something different for once.

That's why it was a good thing for her that they got another area to explore.

Himiko hadn't wasted any time to get out of her room and see what else they got this time. From what she had seen so far, Himiko was sure to be around this area for much more than the first one - here, they could distract themselves properly! Swimming, playing tennis, watching movies, playing games - it still wasn't freedom, but at least, they got more to do now.

Right now, Himiko was in the concert hall and traced absent-mindedly one of the seats with her finger, her gaze fixated on the stage. She used to perform often on such stages, making people gasp in amazement or make them laugh.

Quietly, she stood there and lost herself in her thoughts.

Do you want to interrupt her peace?

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Go home, fate, you're drunk - open

Hiroko somehow managed to catch a cold in space. Then again, maybe that wasn't all that surprising given how cold it was. Maybe the stress helped, too. She couldn't help but wonder what the hell did fate have in storage for them. Or why was fate being such a dickhead.

She was no longer wearing her uniform, but a simple dress she found in her room, thanks to her slipping in oil in the kitchen while she was trying to make chicken soup.

She felt much better, and decided to resume exploring the ship. Hopefully nothing too bad would happen, but then again, that depened on fate's whims. 

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Folding for fun [OPEN]

Even though people had become more withdrawn and suspicious, it didn't stopped Himiko from wandering around the space station or hang out around public rooms. She wouldn't yield down so easily to Cal-Dumb's threats. The AI surely enjoyed them all cowering in fear and be paranoid about the whole killing ordeal - and that was something Himiko wasn't willing to give them. You want to be entertained by the voice imitator in that kind of way? Try harder, son.

Thus, Himiko was sitting in the lounge room and... wait, what was up with all that paper on the table? If would care to give it a closer look, one could see that Himiko was... folding it.

Hang on a second, wasn't she supposed to be the voice imitator? Wasn't someone else the SHSL origamist?

Well, Himiko was still that obnoxious kid who would make all sorts of noises, but that didn't mean that this was her only talent. Furthmore, she had always liked to do origami and she might not be as good as a real master in it, but that didn't mean her works were bad. She did rather good in it, actually.

Now, do you want to bother or just stare at her?