Toto Shokonomza / Ultimate Graffiti Artist

Currently affiliated with: Doki Doki Despair Club / Status: Alive and kicking, my dudes!

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

[ Event : A Box Full of Words ]

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

   Huh? Weather? What was he going on about?

   …hm…writing a poem about the weather back at home might be a good idea, maybe she can try that after she finishes this one up!

   But this poem first. If she could ever finish it. If someone would stop talking her ear off about who knows what!

   “…what weather? …we’re kind of…locked in…” her voice is so soft now, it’s barely audible. She’s losing the ability to even hold this conversation.

   How annoying.

[totomydudes]

Ok, now this box girl was managing to get on his nerves. It would’ve been fine if she had misinterpreted in any other way...But she just had to do it THAT way. It was pretty obvious to Toto that Box-Chan was having a bit of an attitude at the moment God, this was making him want to bash his head against the wall multiple times, spontaneously combust, extinguish himself so that he doesn’t die, AND THEN CONTINUE BANGING HIS HEAD AGAINST THE WALL! “That’s what I meant, genius! We can’t even get out of this fucking school. Any idea why that is?” Yeah, Toto was going to drop the ‘buddy buddy’ act for the moment until this box girl actually showed a lil bit of courtesy.

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

[ Event : A Box Full of Words ]

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

   “…you already asked that…” she mutters, still writing and not bothering to look up.

   “…at least…ask a different question if you want to have a conversation…or…did you not listen to my answer…?”

   She assumes he didn’t listen, or even understand what Monika had instructed them to do, based on his…everything.

   Could he read? Was saying ‘dude’ several times considered ‘poetic’? She thought about these things a bit while she wrote.

[totomydudes]

Wait, he already asked that question? But...hold on! He just asked what she was *doing*, not what she was writing down! Right? Ah, whatever. “Uhh...Ok then, my dude...Umm, oh! How’s the weather on your end, my dude!? Just kidding, we can’t fucking go outside. Any idea why that is?” Toto’s cheery mood lowered a bit thanks to Box-Chan kinda being a lil cold towards him. All the smelly homeless man wanted was a decent conversation! Was that to much to ask from this lil box girl? Why was she....*boxing* herself in from him? ...Now Toto might know why. Maybe this is God’s message of telling him to stop doing horrible puns in that forsaken mind of his. Well, Toto completely understood what assignment he was given! But instead of doing it, he is instead conversing with this fine box who he thinks actually lives in a box.

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

[ Event : A Box Full of Words ]

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

   …too close. Don’t sit too close to her, she will literally scooch her seat away from you. Which she did, without so much as blinking an eye.

   Does she blink? It’s not like you can see in the box. But it’s a figure of speech anyway!

   She doesn’t look up from her notes and scribbles, and her voice is soft but carries an annoyed weight to it.

   “A poem. …did you not hear what Monika-chan said?”

   Maybe she wasn’t in a good mood after all.

   Or maybe it was because this strange, smelly hobo-like man just plopped down besides her.

[totomydudes]

AAAANNNNNNDDDDD ALREADY! Toto had resorted to doing the Neil Degrasse Tyson meme. Geez Louise, someone get the sharpie and draw some slanted inward eyebrows and we’d be good! “Uhh...Ok then, my dude...” Toto slouched a little in his seat, frowning a little. Well this wasn’t what he expected at all from this box girl! That was pretty fucking rude! Huh, guess all things aren’t as they appear to be these days, huh? “So uhh...What are you writing then, my dude?” The strange, smelly hobo-like man demands answers, dammit!

[iamboxchan-deactivated20180802]

[ Event : A Box Full of Words ]

   Ohhh…poem writing! She actually incredibly excited about this! At first, she wasn’t really sure that joining this Literature Club so suddenly would be a good idea, but, upon hearing this, she fears seemed to melt away.

   Creativity was one of Box-chan’s real talents. Anything creative, really, so long as she could express herself. 

   That’s why as soon as Monika left the to write their poems, she was scribbling away in her new notebook with her shiny new pencil. Thanks, dorm rooms!

   Though off in her own world, approaching her when she’s in such a good mood should be pretty easy!

[totomydudes]

Ah, Good for Box-chan! I am so glad that she is in a jubilant mood for being able to express her creativity! It’s always fun to express yourself through the works of art. Sadly though, not all the participants of this exciting event are having the time of their lives, such as Toto for example. He was already bored with this event. Writing poems, really? Hell, how do expect a man who doesn’t even know the words to that one ‘roses are red’ poem!? Well...He actually did, but he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for reasons why he couldn’t do this. Well, no use in festering about it! Toto turned his attention to....A box....A person with a box on their head....Toto has seen Box-Chan before in this place, but never really paid any real attention to it. Now that he was actually thinking about it...It’s a person....With a box on their head.....In public.... ....Toto seriously needed to meet this person. With a smile on his face, Toto waltzed over there and sat down next to Box-Chan, looking at the epitome of creativity itself. Guess you can say she’s......thinking out of the box for this one. “Yo, my dude! So whatcha writin there?”

[yellow-brick-boy]

We’re Not in Kansas Anymore | Travanis | Prologue | Open |

Bleary blinking green eyes open to look around warily at the classroom around the half awake and extremely confused Southern boy. What was that dream..? What was real and what was fake, everything seemed like a jumbled mess and it didn’t help Travanis’ head was pounding like a damn drum solo.

“My head… What’n the hell happ’nd to me..?”

More importantly, WHERE was he? He looked around confused, blinking and trying his hardest to get his bearings. This sure wasn’t Hope’s Peak, but it wasn’t a high school back home either, the classroom seemed too off from that notion. So where the hell..? Trav mumbled quietly to himself.

“Toto, I don’ think we’re in Kansas no more…”

[totomydudes]

Despite having to be stuck in this bland classroom, Toto had to admit he was having a pretty delightful time among his fellow angsty teenagers. All of the ones he’s met so far were pretty damn quirky. Let’s see if he would be lucky again! Toto was just roaming around the seats until he heard the groggy mumbling of a rather dashing man may Toto say himself. Though, this was totally just an observation, not an attraction in any way, shape, or form. Totally not… Eh, hell, this cat managed to grab Toto’s attention. Might as well go talk to this green eyed suave and fill him in on what exactly was going on. Toto waltzed over to the dude just in time to hear him utter those cursed words. Really? Out of all the fucking things this dude could’ve grumbled out, it was THAT phrase? God, that phrase had been etched into his mind ever since he began school, thanks to those kids who think they’re SOOOOOO witty. And also, why the hell do people keep asking him if he’s ever ‘blessed the rains down in Africa’? Like, *why?* He’s never even been to Africa before! And that’s Black Panther’s terrain right there, not his! Wait…is Wakanda even in Africa? Whatever, we’re getting off topic here. Have to deal with this sexy beast of a man who just woke up. “Yo, my dude! How’s it goin there?! So, have a nice nap about walking down the yellow brick road?” Toto…did not look amused in the slightest when he jested that one out. Thanks world, you made a movie about midgets and witches a burden to Toto. “Aaaaannnnnyyywwwaaaayyyysss, so uh, I’m just gonna get straight to the point my dude. It looks like me and you are stuck here in this classroom with a fun looking cast of people.” Toto crossed his arms as he hopped onto Travanis’s desk, plopping on there to sit as he looked down at the dreary eye-….Actually, not dreary eyed, dude still had those emerald eyes sparkling. A smile formed on Toto’s face, reaching his hand down towards Travanis for a handshake. “My names Toto Shokonomza my dude! And yes…The coincidence, I know…”

[yellow-brick-boy]

Travanis blinked a bit as he listened to this guy rattle on. He literally just walked up and started acting like he knew stuff that only an author would. How.. weird. He held back a snort at the Wizard of Oz reference, although he didn’t seem to appreciate it that much. Wonder why?

Oh. That’s why. His name is ALSO Toto. Awkward. Either way Travanis took Toto’s hand and gave it a firm shake, while he looked him over. “Travanis Graves, it’s nice to meet you. I’m the SHSL Jazz Musician.”

Meanwhile Toto looked… interesting. His fashion sense certainly had a very interesting look to it. Not particularly Trav’s favorite style but it wasn’t… bad? Maybe? Those clear glasses were pretty gaudy though.

[totomydudes]

Toto was up for a bit to get the gist of what situation they were in. So congrats, you didn’t have to wander around like some lost fool searching for answers for about five minutes to realize no one here has any idea of what’s transpiring. And yeah, never reference the Wizard of Oz with Toto unless you want him to be a grouch with a bag of salt for about five to ten seconds. At some point you’d just make him end up blessing the rains in Africa...with salt. Much....Salt. Toto winced slightly as Travanis gave him a pretty firm handshake. Damn, his fingers were like little biceps! Jesus, this dude could probably kick some ass in a thumb wrestle! Let alone an actual fight... wouldn’t want that hunk of meat comin right at ya! ...Ok, maybe Toto was hyping this Travanis’s strength up a little bit to much....But eh, whatever. “Hey, my dude. Can you riddle me this? How come every time I talk to one of you who come from Hope’s Peak, the majority of you say your talent WITH your name? Because...it’s kinda weird, my Careless Whisper playin dude. Is that just how you introduce yourself to EVERYONE? Do you just assume every angsty teenager with outlandish hair you meet even know what you’re talking about when you say SHSL Fuck Boy or whatever? ...But, you are lucky that I DO in fact come from that prestigious butt muncher of a school, my dude! It’s ya boy, Ultimate Graffiti Artist.” Yeah, that was a habit Hope’s Peak’s students had. Bit odd how they assumed anyone would know what the hell they were talking about when they said SHSL. Like, that SHSL acronym could’ve been for anything! Like...’Super Hella Sly Lady’ or something like that! Anyways, Toto flashed the New Orlean’s boy a childish smirk of sorts, a smile that only school administrative staff could hate. AND SPEAKING OF ATTIRE~....that squiggly line means nothing you fools. Any who, Toto had to admit that Travanis was looking like a pretty sly devil right about now. Made Toto wonder if he was rich....oh, he’d totally blow through all of his money if this dude was rich AND became his friend.

[yellow-brick-boy]

We’re Not in Kansas Anymore | Travanis | Prologue | Open |

Bleary blinking green eyes open to look around warily at the classroom around the half awake and extremely confused Southern boy. What was that dream..? What was real and what was fake, everything seemed like a jumbled mess and it didn’t help Travanis’ head was pounding like a damn drum solo.

“My head… What’n the hell happ’nd to me..?”

More importantly, WHERE was he? He looked around confused, blinking and trying his hardest to get his bearings. This sure wasn’t Hope’s Peak, but it wasn’t a high school back home either, the classroom seemed too off from that notion. So where the hell..? Trav mumbled quietly to himself.

“Toto, I don’ think we’re in Kansas no more…”

[totomydudes]

Despite having to be stuck in this bland classroom, Toto had to admit he was having a pretty delightful time among his fellow angsty teenagers. All of the ones he’s met so far were pretty damn quirky. Let’s see if he would be lucky again! Toto was just roaming around the seats until he heard the groggy mumbling of a rather dashing man may Toto say himself. Though, this was totally just an observation, not an attraction in any way, shape, or form. Totally not... Eh, hell, this cat managed to grab Toto’s attention. Might as well go talk to this green eyed suave and fill him in on what exactly was going on. Toto waltzed over to the dude just in time to hear him utter those cursed words. Really? Out of all the fucking things this dude could’ve grumbled out, it was THAT phrase? God, that phrase had been etched into his mind ever since he began school, thanks to those kids who think they’re SOOOOOO witty. And also, why the hell do people keep asking him if he’s ever ‘blessed the rains down in Africa’? Like, *why?* He’s never even been to Africa before! And that’s Black Panther’s terrain right there, not his! Wait...is Wakanda even in Africa? Whatever, we’re getting off topic here. Have to deal with this sexy beast of a man who just woke up. “Yo, my dude! How’s it goin there?! So, have a nice nap about walking down the yellow brick road?” Toto...did not look amused in the slightest when he jested that one out. Thanks world, you made a movie about midgets and witches a burden to Toto. “Aaaaannnnnyyywwwaaaayyyysss, so uh, I’m just gonna get straight to the point my dude. It looks like me and you are stuck here in this classroom with a fun looking cast of people.” Toto crossed his arms as he hopped onto Travanis’s desk, plopping on there to sit as he looked down at the dreary eye-....Actually, not dreary eyed, dude still had those emerald eyes sparkling. A smile formed on Toto’s face, reaching his hand down towards Travanis for a handshake. “My names Toto Shokonomza my dude! And yes...The coincidence, I know...”