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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (paranormal)

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Shin stayed silent for a long time, but was apparently one of the first to break the silence.

“Level heads, people.”

He squinted, staring at nobody in particular.

“…If anybody read that ‘card’ it’s speakin’ of, now’s the time t'say it. That said, we can’t execute a doll. Can’t execute some fuckin’ entity on a screen. Can't convict that kinda being. Personally, the only thing I think this lends any credence to is the possibility that our mysterious mastermind might be in the midst of this bullshit, if any a'y'all catch my drift. Seems awful special that only one person has this sort a’ destructive killin’ machine attached to ‘em.”

Shin cleared his throat.

“Now I ain’t got no evidence, nothin’ concrete. But this shit don’t exist in reality, we can all know this damn well now. The very circumstances surroundin’ our comin’ together in th'first place confirm that. Someone, I forget who… Brought up virtual reality. I’ve suspected that from the beginnin’. And anything can happen in virtual reality, includin' a bunch a’ horsehockey maskin’ itself in horror movie tropes. I got theories, but…”

He appeared to almost go on, but cut himself off.

“…If anyone got anythin’ interestin’ t'share 'bout anythin’ like this, anythin’ concrete, now’s the time t'share. This trial’s more 'r less over.”

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (may i cut in?) [re: riku]

“I took some granola bars last night. I tend to get a bit peckish at night. Usually don’t leave m'room unless I have to. And… Y'never know what kinda shit Monobear’s gonna throw at us. Best to be prepared.”

He paused, clearing his throat.

“I know y'all ain’t heard nothin’ from me, but y'all seem t'be in capable hands this go-around.”

He stared at the center of the circle.

“Some things y'just don’t wanna have t'see.”

And he left it at that, voice lacking the edge he took in previous trials.

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'm content t'leave this'n in the capable hands a' m'classmates. Himeno, least just for now. No MM.

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Abnormal Days - Shin Hayashi (disgust)

Another week, another motive, another body reveal. Such was to be expected. Shin would be a fool for even considering the possibility of this cycle ending.

But he also considered himself a fool for not properly bracing for this body.

“Eeech…”

He turned away.

He wanted nothing to do with this body.

He offered nothing more aside from his disgust to the most of them, but offered Yona a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a firm gaze. Silent.

“We’ll get ‘em.”

And he left.

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(Ab)Normal Days - Shin Hayashi (closure.)

Shin remained silent for a long time.

Perhaps he was satisfied with himself, but perhaps not. The expression on his face couldn’t be read further than a solid brick of steel. One person talked, another, another, another, Jaz shoved him, Jaz died (karmic retribution?) and then more people talked.

But Shin figured it could be his turn to talk again.

“”Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.“ James 3:1.”

He looked unimpressed, as he had throughout the whole trial.

“Professin’ yer moral superiority; ‘sall yer doin’. You play with fire, you get burnt.”

He turned to Aideen.

“You have no idea who I am. Got plenty a’ friends back home, trust ‘em with m'life. Y'ain’t gonna get nowhere thinkin’ yerself above a trusting relationship. You’re gonna die here one day thinkin’ like that. That what you want? Yer the only one gonna carry Jaz’s memory outta here, and you gonna let her down like that? Fine. Ain’t no skin off my ass. You c'n trust, or you c’d isolate yerself. Go it alone. Get picked off. Simple pack animal instincts. Pick yer poison.”

A mere glance at Yori, a hint of surprise behind the crow’s feet only beginning to settle in the corners of Shin’s eyes.

Susumu.

“Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn, nor have I ever given a damn, nor will I ever give a damn what you do. I'm tellin’ you that forgiving someone who was gonna murder you is fuckin’ stupid. And now yer tryin’ t'justify yer stupidity by misinterpreting what I’m sayin’. I don’t give a damn if you don’t wanna hoot 'n’ holler. Hell, I don’t wanna do that, neither. All I’m sayin’ is, seems an awful lot like you don’t give a damn about yer life. Y'keep goin’ on like this, yer gonna be easy pickin’s for someone. I'm doing you a favor. You can accept my advice, or y'can go on down that trail t'death. Yer only pickin’ up yer pace. Ain’t long before the lion spots the wounded antelope.”

Masuyo.

“Can it. Y'used “whom” incorrectly, and frankly, all this hocus pocus nonsense is gettin’ t'be more tirin’ than… Quaint, as it might have been as a stretch. Y'ain’t above nobody just b'cause you claim t'see ghosts. A’course y'require rest. Ain’t y’ been restin’ the whole damn time anyways? Have a good fuckin’ sleep, see y’ next trial.“

Riku.

"Sure, y'can call 'em good people. Maybe they’re good. But they’re weak. It’s th'weakness in us that’s fuckin’ us over. We can’t pull our shit together for one goddamn week, not one a’ these motives, b'cause someone decides that being exposed, in a private setting, for blackmail is worth takin’ someone’s life. I ain’t arguin’ that maybe some of the people here’re good - obviously, this whole secrets nonsense proved otherwise - I’m arguin’ y'all're weak. Wounded antelopes. Walking meat. The hungriest, most desperate lion’s gonna bite eventually. Th'key is t'fill yer own damn self. Clearly a tactic employed by the minority, if things keep goin’ th'way they’re goin’.”

Jaz.

He didn’t say a word to Jaz. All he showed to her in her final moments, if she looked, were the remnants of a smirk in those crow’s feet.

Suzume.

“Yes, I can. Why? Half b'cause I know some other idiot’s gonna murder b'efore I gotta crack, and b'cause I realize that we don’t know shit about the outside no more. What’s happened? Hell, I don’t know. Maybe everything’s gone t'shit. Maybe I don’t have no damn family anymore, wouldn’t be much of a change. Y'gotta see it from a more bleak perspective. If we gotta live down here forever, fuck it, 'sbetter than not livin’.”

And he continued.

“And another damn thing, Ms. High and Mighty, Ms. Moral High Horse, Ms. I Make The Judgments 'round Here. Y'callin’ everyone a murderer for sentencin’ a killer t'death? Where’s y'fuckin' sense? Y'lost yer damn mind? Socially accepted vengeance… If I ain’t never heard no pseudo-psychological horsehockey. We ain't forced t'murder in the first place, kid. We’re given a push. See what we do. We're forced to execute someone. We're forced to find the killer and punish them for their crimes, their weakness. Deep down I know I’m doin’ the right thing. Deep down I know sentencin’ Jaz t'her death was the right thing. B'cause even if we voted for Date, we’d be settin’ a killer free. The criers are the weak. Y'heard it here first, folks. Weak. This fuckin’ hostage situation preys on weakness and it’s deliverin’.”

A slow shake of the head. Folding of arms.

“People can be victims and culprits in the same space. They ain’t identities existin’ in a vacuum. We’re all victims, sure, but she sure as shit ain’t innocent. She killed somebody, Suzume. Y'gonna get that through y'head? Murdered. I ain’t murder nobody. You ain’t murder nobody. She did. She got exactly what was goddamn comin’ t'her. You can try to play the sympathetic card, you can try to claim your highground. Plant yer flag and let it wave. May it be high enough the blood won’t reach.”

He didn’t back down, nor flinch.

“…And now yer claimin’ superiority through martyrdom. Share yer secrets, get yer dose of sympathy. It’s a fuckin' drug to you people, ain’t it? It’s a fuckin’ drug, and that’s why y'all’re pushin’ back against the truth. Jaz, Date, these people're murderers. We ain’t killin’ 'em. We’re workin’ within the only system we got in our best damn attempt t'make sure ain’t nothin’ happens again. But no, every time, it’s a moral dilemma, as if we even have the damn privilege of this dilemma.”

He shook his head, turning back toward the elevator.

“Rest in peace t'those who were killed. Rest in hell t'those who were the killers. Y'all can criticize and say it’s "black-and-white” all y'want.“

He surveyed his class, giving a disapproving shake of his head.

"You’ll find the lions to yer antelopes in due time.”

The door shut. He wanted to take the elevator alone.

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Monobear Theater - Shin Hayashi (nick is here finally lmao) [shion, aideen, susumu]

The votes rolled in for Jaz and Shin waited. The voting was never what he cared about - it was the reveal of whether or not they were right or not. The only reaction he gave to Monobear’s proclamation that they were right was slow nodding.

Yes, he knew.

People began to break down around him - such reactions were normal, always had been. He paid no mind, offered no consolation, and stood steadfast. He knew he had it in him to make it out alive. The real questionw as whether everyone else did. Yet, amidst Kaya’s insistence that Monobear execute her, instead, Shin stayed silent. Maybe he’d been learning. Either way,

she didn’t deserve that.

And Shion Tsuzuki was gloating.

“Yer makin’ a plumb fool a'yerself. If y'so surprised that y'were right, how come yer tellin’ us that it couldn’t be any other way? Go air your insecurities in private. Ain’t nobody like the smell a'dirty laundry.”

It was someone else entirely who next grabbed Shin’s attention, and his tongue, before he had a chance to hold it. Aideen Quinn. His gaze focused, he spoke quickly.

“You could'a helped her, Aideen? Y'forget there ain’t just two people in here who c'n speak English. What, you gonna be like some a’ these other dirty scumbags coverin’ up murder for their friends so other peoples’ friends can die instead? Huh? That it, kid? I hope everyonein here knows never t'trust you again. You hear me? Never to trust you…”

But he didn’t finish. She was clearly elsewhere.

The next addressee was Kuma.

“You dense, kid? She said she was gonna kill you. In no subtle terms. And you’re just gonna say, "Oh, you sure tripped me up!” Do you understand what death really is, kid? ‘Cuz if you’re seekin’ it, hey, you’re in the goddamned right place. Comin’ t'terms with yer would-be murderer… Yer just a damn paragon of virtue, ain’t ya? Forgiveness cleanses all, huh? That’s bullshit, you know it, and everyone else here knows it - we aren’t granted the luxury when we’re killin’ and executin’. Morality doesn’t exist here. Shape up or ship the fuck out.“

He ignored both Kaya and, surprisingly, Jaz, merely choosing to repeat once more, while shaking his head.

"Shape up or ship out.”

And he knew precisely what he meant.

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"Jaz. No MM."

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (Declaration) [ATTN: ALL]

He had gone over to Jaz’s podium, insisting on personally checking through her hair. He was met with obvious resistance. He stood, stone-faced, continuing to very quietly converse with the girl. Surely enough, she had let down her hair and let him check it out. After a few moments, he found himself satisfied, mumbled what might be interpreted as a quick, respectful goodbye, and returned to his podium.

“Nishida, Murayama. Shut ‘er down. Big ol’ chunk a’ hair missin’. Right by the side a’ her head. She’s lyin’, framed herself, y'all. Good catch, Yona, in the checkin’ aspect.”

He chuckled, shaking his head and smirking, directing his next and final question to Jaz.

“Hope you didn’t think I’d keep that one a secret. If y'did, well, I s'pose it’s the worst decision y'ever made, kid. And… Date?”

He nodded, tipping his hat toward him.

“I hope y'live t'see at least a bit more time. Y'all better be payin’ attention in these final moments of th’ trial.”

And he locked in a vote.

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (in which he does entirely too much)

Shin shook his head slowly, sighing.

“Y'all… This was weak. This was pitiful. Lamentable. We’re givin’ up, got a while left to go, but we’re throwin’ in the towel. We gotta stop believin’ everything someone’s sayin’ is true.”

He scowled before continuing.

“Me? I ain’t quite assured who did anything. Of course a killer’s gonna lie when faced with their own death. But we’re takin’ everybody’s word for everything. And you know why that’s workin’? We got accomplices to murder everywhere you look. We got people who’re gonna trust those who have murdered before those who haven’t, simply b'cause y'all take pity on ‘em. Y'all forget nothin’ ever happened.”

He shook his head.

“I could be the next one dead. Anybody here could. Because we got many, many people here who’re gonna try to live past today with the knowledge they killed someone, with the knowledge they helped and did nothing, getting another person killed.”

And a shrug.

“But… Did anybody check Nishida’s room? Fujino’s? For hair dye, specifically? They got access to your shower, Jaz, at any conceivable time? I figure, we got some evidence in both locales, got two people with knowledge of both each other and of knowledge of each destination. They might'a known each other’s secrets. Decided it’d be best to make sure they wouldn’t get out, huh?”

A pause.

“And, for those wonderin’, yes, we did have a case where the murderer tried t'make it look like he framed himself. Somethin’ like that. It almost worked, had he not confessed with his accomplice.”

Another pause.

“And we’re gonna have to keep wishin’ we got confessions unless we shape the fuck up.”

And then Riku spoke, Shin hanging his head.

“A new mystery killer who at least might not have to kill only one more time to get outta here, kid. That said… Lookin’ at this mysterious plan again… What if the 'bang’ was from the vending machine crashing, and she was actually hooked onto the vending machine by the rope? I’m not sure if any of y'all brought that up or if it’s been debunked, if so, excuse me. I’m just not sure why the killer had to sit so bad. Could it be for additional weight to pull some sorta pulley system? Mayhaps the rope and hook wasn’t connected so great to the victim, so that’s why she fell kinda awkwardly.”

He cleared his throat.

“Anybody notice any glass in her leg? Did anybody find a bullet lodged in there? Did anybody care t'fuckin’ check?”

He frowned.

A long pause.

“BANG!!!”

Another pause as he looked around after having quite unexpectedly shouted as loud as he could muster, into the courtroom.

“Maybe the killer didn’t like loud noises.”

But, he merely shook his head.

“Jaz, you useextensions? If so, did you ever find any missin’? Any with a bit cut out? Whoever checked your room, now and before, gonna have to be a suspect, I suppose…”

He shook his head after hearing Yona speak, immediately approaching Jaz and mumbling to her, intending his conversation to be private.

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (annoyance) [re/attn jaz!! and ren a bit]

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout no donation of purple hair, Murayama, I never did. I’m sayin’ that he uses donated hair. There’s a difference. Nuance. Lord have mercy…”

He shook his head, now turning to Jaz.

“So you’re sayin’ that it just so happens that the damn machine had hair dye in the same exact color as yours? That what you’re sayin’? That really what you want us to bank on? No, no, frankly, I haven’t been listenin’ to that garbage excuse, because it’s an unintelligent cop-out. There are probably.. Shit, hundreds of little things in there, kid, and four chances at purple dye, maximum, and one chance at purple dye that matches yours to a tee. You see where I’m comin’ from? Or are you gonna keep insisting on your tired defense? Tryin’ to hide behind accusations of bloodthirstiness - oh, how quick we are to judge, right? You don’t scare me. You don’t intimidate me. And most importantly, you ain’t gonna stop me 'till you come up with somethin’ that doesn’t rely on a premise of chance.”

He rolled his eyes before narrowing them at Jaz.

“You need t'come up with somethin’ better, kid. The chances of the dye bein’ the exact color a'yours… Slim to none. How we even know if your particular hair dye’s even in that machine? Slim. To. None. If all roads lead to you, you really gonna get all snippy 'cuz we’re walkin’ the path?”

Shin scoffed.

“Yui got a point. You said yerself you ain’t doin’ nothin’ when you got dye settin’. Gotta be set, period. How 'bout you undo that braid a’ yours and let us see that it ain’t your hair, huh? Who else would have access to hair that is precisely your color? Nishida or Aideen? Sounds to me like there are three suspects, in that case, but I repeat… All roads lead t'you. Mighty convenient that you decided to redye your hair today of all days, huh?”

He checked his ID briefly.

“Time of death, 3:45 PM. Cause of death, exsanguination. Perhaps shot in the leg, then incapacitated by the vending machine, left to die a slow death while the culprit leaves to do… Something else.”

Shin shrugged.

“Strange series of coincidences, huh? 'Specially when we considered all that about accomplices. What was that about… Ayano? Who ain’t even here? Your shield, perhaps? A convicted killer?”

“Why’d you look so scared when she was brought up, kid?”

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (purple rain) [re/attn: pretty much only jaz??? a bit of aideen, cool]

Shin examined the photo carefully, raising his eyebrows. He looked to Jaz next, who seemed quite keen on defending herself - only natural, he supposed. He couldn’t blame her.

He only had one thing to ask by the time she was through with her speech.

“The color matches yours perfectly, kid. Ain’t nobody else in the room with hair like that. So… I’ll entertain you. Maybe you are telling the truth. If so, who else has access to your bathroom, or your hair dye? Because, hey, maybe someone just snuck into yer bathroom, snagged some loose hair from yer drain and assembled it all nice-like. Or maybe yer dye got stolen - that option’s more unlikely, heh. In fact, why ain’t nobody ask her to do a hair check, tryin’ t'see if there ain’t a big ol’ chunk missin’? Sure, it’s a strange proposition, but if there ain’t a solid chunk, then it ain’t of her own doin’.”

He paused, considering Aideen’s proposition.

“…He received his doll’s hair from a donation… Remember him tellin’ me that from the first week, I do. News like that sticks to y’. Ain’t sayin’ nothing ‘bout nothin’ but the source of the hair bein’… A question to be brought up. Good thinkin’, kid.”

He kept his arms folded tensely in front of him as he continued to observe the trial.

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (addendum) (re: kuma)

A pause. His attention turned to… Susumu? Was that his name?

“I like you, kid.”

And he left it at that.

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (boredom) [re/attn: jaz, shion, hyouri!]

Uninterested would be the proper word to describe Shin Hayashi at this moment. His only acknowledgement of Hyouri’s explanation was a slow nod. He felt his own attention dragged elsewhere.

“Did anyone get a picture of the hair? I wanna take a look, m'self. Purple is one kinda description, but it’s still broad. As for what kind of symbolism, cuttin’ hair’s a symbol of being banished, or leaving the past behind. Could be regret.”

He shrugged, turning to Jaz.

“Why y'ask? Clear yer conscience? Mighty strange yer only argument against the hair thing got disproven right quick by some idiot who wanted to taste the hair for dye. Quite convenient explanation - makes sense. And it’s not that hard to hide a 5 cm missing chunk of hair in a braid. Or would'ja rather pin it on them?”

He chuckled to himself before shaking his head and closing his eyes.

“Not that I’m much accusin’ you, kid. Just mentioning a strange set of coincidences. For the record, so to speak.”

A pause. A half-turn to Shion.

“…Who’re these ‘three escaped murderers’, exactly? 'Msure that’s a secret we’re all fine and comfortable disclosing. We all know of Date Masamune.”

He paused.

“…It is strange, Himeno, that she died of bleedin’ out. And you specifically mentioned an artery that, when shot, would cause significant damage. Maybe enough to bleed out? You study anatomy after all - strange coincidences aboundin’ in this'n.”

And another lazy shrug left the body of Shin Hayashi, seeming beyond boredom.

“I don’t want nobody gettin’ their britches in a twist 'cuz a’ this. We ain’t gettin’ nowhere - I’m tryin’ t'help. Maybe some lit fires’ll help, right under the ass. 'Cuz we’re all quite careful in tryin’ t'dance around mentionin' specific damn names as to who this murderer can be. I know I ain’t got no sympathy for murderers. Subhuman, I believe. Don’t deserve no mercy at all. Y'all can call me bloodthirsty - that’s fine, I know it ain’t true. I want to catch a killer. So let’s form somethin’ coherent and get t'grillin’.”

He cleared his throat.

“Anyone wanna venture a timeline?”

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (Dye, Dye, Miss American Pie) [re/attn: yuuki, hyouri!]

“Kumada.”

His tone was pointed, thrown as a dagger.

“You literally just said the hair didn’t taste a’ dye… How in the blue hell y'gonna turn around ‘n’ say the hair was dyed, still? Unless y'don’t trust Uotani far as you can throw ‘em. Or y'just got a one-track mind. Either way, sort out'cher issues b'fore y'go 'round throwin’ out theories that directly contradict each other.”

Shin then folded his arms, staring at each of the subsequent speakers, taking in the information. Turning it around in his head.

And his eyebrows dropped behind his hat, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Heh… Heh heh…”

He began to chuckle, lightly, nodding slowly before adjusting his hat.

“Why would the hair even be an appropriate red herring? There is absolutely no reason, in any context, it should be there - whether legitimate from a murderer or a frame job. It was placed fer a specific reason.”

He then offered his theory.

“Perhaps an offerin’? An act of symbolism?”

He rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug, turning lazily to Hyouri, his tone much more mellow than the sharpness he flung at Yuuki.

“What d'you mean, empty? What would be empty, in this case?”

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"I'll place my vote for Date Masamune, admitted killer. 'Mnot defaulting to m'self, and I expect none a'y'all t'do that, neither."

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School Trial - Shin Hayashi (Another One Bites The Dust)

“…”

Shin Hayashi was neither satisfied nor made horrified by the body. As far as he was concerned, the victim didn’t do much, anyway. Almost as if the small maid was a placeholder, an object for someone else trying to gain their own freedom. Passivity versus activity, the great dichotomy, he supposed.

But he spent little, if any, time, searching.

“Didn’t do much searchin’, m'self. Maybe a bit a’ soul searchin’, but ain’t no evidence searchin’. I know y'all’re gonna read into that, but don’t bother. It’s a personal situation regarding m'title. What it means, what my duties are, my position in this situation.”

“…Doubt y'all’d understand. Least, most of y'all. Don’t ask, ‘cuz I won’t be tellin’. I’s already forced t’ disclose much more than I was comfortable last trial, since y'all were pointin’ fingers at me. I know the theme a’ this week was secrets, but I keep mine close for a damn reason, and that reason has to do with public frickin’ safety.”

A sigh.

“But, if y'all absolutely cannot live without me tellin’, I’ll tell Yoshida, and Yoshida only, and she can vouch for me.”

A pause.

“Pink laundry basket, purple hair, likely from y'all’s islands, ‘cuz a’ similarities between this'n and the last'n’s.”

And then… Someone else spoke up, essentially discrediting all of the information Shion brought up.

“Hnnn…”

Just like Mizu. And, just like Mizu, Ren spoke up, and Shin merely nodded.

“Let’s try not playing the discredit Olympics and let’s get our shit right. Though, before that…”

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(Ab)Normal Days - Shin Hayashi (Disappointment)

And two stepped up.

He couldn’t hide his disappointment.

That question probably didn’t register.

What did it mean?

“Mm. Thanks, I reckon.”

A pause, then his featured visibly softened. He cleared his throat lightly, bringing up a hand to reach behind his scarf, rubbing at his neck. Could he be wrong? Very likely - this card was quite abstract, as he had mentioned. At least, he thought it as. Perhaps it meant more to others.

It definitely meant more to one person in particular, that much was promised.

“‘Cept… Lord h'mercy, ’m more parched'n a bull skull in the Mojave. Please, could you get me some juice to drink? One of you, either one.”

He made no effort to reach for his card, instead looking at the two before him, studying them closely.