#thegyaruguru

[zetsubonoheishi-blog]

4 (Of your sisters) want to hire you.

ask-the-voice-of-despair thequeenofdespair junko-enoshima-ask thegyaruguru Huh? Oh, hey Junko... What's up?

[puckish-rogue-archive]

((try sipping salt water. that might help, I think.))

((eh, I might just ride it out like some stupid dumbass.))

[experiment08]

thegyaruguru found the lab.

*Foosteps once again permeated through the dark halls... Only this time they sounded... familiar* *Like... Boots...* O-Oh no... Oh no no no.... *You knew exactly who it was... And you knew that trying to hide would be no good* *You just stood there, frozen in fear*

thegyaruguru

[etherealian]

"I j-just-- I--"

"I'm always all alone in th-the library! No one ever w-wants to come talk to me. So I thought it'd b-be nice to have some flowers to talk to…Maybe a f-few flowers can't 'relieve the gloom of the world.' Not a single o-one person could, much less a little sprout. But it c-can certainly make a difference to me…"

[eyesofarrogance-blog]

Nine visitors have appeared before the heir

ohayorkshireterriers started following you thegyaruguru started following you eikenclubleader started following you nipponbuyo started following you shslgamerchihiro started following you shslmultipletalents started following you princealterego started following you shslmasseur started following you akashinigami started following you

"I know that for many of you. This is rather surprising predictament to be gathered here. However as such, I am guessing you are all here to speak to me. Well then, Let's hear it then."

((Sorry for the long overdue RP starter))

[the-heir-of-corruption]

thegyaruguru caught the wind.

Hey there! The names John Egbert, nice to meet you!

[toshio-fukawa]

Happy birthday, try not to spend it thinking of the years you've wasted to now and how much closer you are to the institutionalized pointlessness of adulthood yielding in several panic attacks and midlife crises resulting eventually in a worthless unfulfilled life provided you haven't suffered a serious fatal illness by then!!!! <333333333 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

"I've already accepted that I'm one year c...closer to death. One year closer to the point where I can't take a-anything anymore. I think you're right, I better hurry up and die...dying young is much more tragic than in a nursing home."

[toshio-fukawa]

Fukawa Toshio clutched a stack of textbooks to his chest. Being too terrified to go to class despite the administration’s assurances, he hadn’t left the south quarter of Hope’s Peak for most of the week. And even now he still feared for his safety, but the writer was on the verge of being suspended due to three big fat F’s and couldn’t risk not going to class any longer. 

He slid through the stylish doors leading to the courtyard, careful to keep them from slamming. It was actually quite a nice day, but the warm sun and gentle breeze were overridden by the ominous chanting of The Parade. The sound of their angry voices sent shivers down Toshio’s spine, and it was impossible to view the forested free space as the nice place to relax it had once been. 

He didn’t understand how they had gotten here, or why this was being tolerated. As a true student of the real Hope’s Peak, he thought he’d never have to actually see the ordinary people who indirectly provided him with the state-of-the-art medical attention and sumptuous food he received. Not that Toshio ever ate the food or went to see a doctor without having to be forced after collapsing in gym class. 

The cool air chilling the sweat that had formed upon his brow Toshio set off at a quick shuffling walk. True, there were a few rumors going around, and true, the reserve students were treated worse than the students of a a normal high school, but the writer didn’t think even those things worried such bothersome and drastic action. Being the malnourished waif that he was, the writer wouldn’t stand a chance if they choose to attack him. About halfway through the artificial copse he decided to spend the night in his Literature classroom and sleep under a desk.