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@of-incredible-beauty

This sucks. Has anyone said that before? He’s thinking it, definitely, a wholly original thought that is totally the consensus right now. This sucks. 

They didn’t even have rooms, like last time. No, they were camping in tents. Nothing like a nice comfortable earth. Man he was tired. He sat outside the tents, idly poking at the campfire with a stick to keep the logs in place. Man, he hated this fucking place. 

He missed everyone. His family was one thing, but he knew they were alright at least. But everyone who’d died, even those he didn’t know so well... what did they do to deserve this? Nothing at all, that’s what. Sometimes, life just does that. 

Masamoto was right. They could acknowledge that there was more they could’ve done while realizing it wasn’t their fault. Or was that just trying to escape responsibility? Either way, they couldn’t look towards the past. The future was more important; let those they hadn’t been able to save inspire them to try even harder to save the rest.

@studentofthemirror

After Dominique told everyone to pick their roommates, Shiori didn’t exactly bother with that; he just made a beeline straight for a room and shut the door behind him. The “roommate” part hadn’t really registered until he noticed the two beds. Oh, he’d have to share with someone. Great. 

He scanned the room with a look of disgust on this place. It was absolutely filthy! He wouldn’t stay in a place like this, and he wouldn’t dare sentence anyone else to that fate either. Not to mention the fact that he was very stressed out, with nothing to do. Stress cleaning time. 

Difficult when you have no cleaning supplies. He was just shuffling the room, straightening things out to make this place even partially livable. Anything to distract himself from what they’d talked about downstairs. Things had gone from bad to... something worse than bad. What was taking his roommate so long to arrive and get the introductions over with? Shiori wanted to explore, but he wasn’t going to not stay behind to greet his new roommate.

Acting Out of Character | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Kimi

Kimi… still wasn’t sure what was going on. The overall shock of being thrown into this strange place had, for the most part, faded, which just left on worried, confused Kimi. So, she had begun looking around. The doors in the gate appeared to be locked. She doubted that they could scale the wall…

She was broken out of her wondering state by a voice. She turned to face him, and reply to his question.

Kimi shook her head. “I am afraid not. Sorry,” she added. “Y-yes, I am a Hope’s Peak Student.” Kimi did a bit of a curtsy, which was in character, she guessed? Well, not her character. “Kimi Kanata. They gave me the title of Ultimate Character Performer. It is a pleasure to meet you. Although,” she stood back up. “I’m still not sure why they gave a title to someone like me.” How funny was it that the only thing a boring girl like her was good at was not being herself?

Kimi cleared her throat. “I apologize for my manners. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to? Are you a Hope’s Peak student as well?”

Shiori rested a hand on his hip and eyed the girl. “I see. Didn’t really expect anything else. There doesn’t seem to be much here of importance.” They let her do her introduction, then bowed nonchalantly in return. Did this girl not have any self-respect, if she was going to say something like that right off the bat? Unless it was some kinda act; that was what she did.

“I’m sure it is.” They took off their had and ran a hand through their hair. “Shiori Kida. I am the Super High School Level Costume Designer.” He put a special emphasis on the super, to show that he thought that word especially applied to him. “All of us are classmates, I’ve gathered. Everyone I’ve spoken to so far has been a Hope’s Peak student, so I assumed the same of you.”

“A character actress... what characters?” Didn’t all actors and actresses, when you thought about it, play characters? What a ragtag group of talents they’d gotten here. A bounty hunter, an actress, a dog, and then some. Was there perhaps some reason for it all?

@romantichydrocity

Shiori sighed as he straightened his hat. He had taken to pacing the hall he’d woken up in, grumbling to himself and waiting for anything to happen. He was starting to feel hungry and tired (despite having just woken up from a so far undetermined length nap), with no clue where to get either of the things he wanted. There was nowhere to go.

And that wasn’t to mention that one kid.

Shiori had been speaking to his peers for a bit, learning about them, introducing himself, gloating, the usual, but his eyes kept on being drawn to one of his classmates in particular. And the same question always came to mind.

What the hell are they wearing?

It hurt the costume designer just to look at them. He had no clue who they were, and didn’t particularly care to find out. As hard as he tried to avoid looking in their direction, he found himself constantly turning to look back at the kid, not exactly subtly staring at them from across the room. Shiori wasn’t exactly sure if he had the fortitude to approach them; anyone who dressed like that probably had some kind of aura about them to repel anyone away.

 @pleasantpandemic​

Still nothing. Shiori was getting tired of just standing around. He had to move. He had to do something. It was frustrating, feeling so helpless. Kicking at the ground, he paced, mulling over the situation. A place like this, there had to be something going on here. Maybe a secret passageway of some kind? These castles always had those in movies; it could lead to a way out. But... Shiori couldn’t be exploring these halls alone. Who knew what might be around here?

Still, there was one thing he could do to further this end, and that was talking to his classmates. He might find someone also willing to explore, which meant he’d have to get over his unwillingness to socialize and get to chatting. These guys were SHSL anyway, right? So they were his classmates. 

@of-incredible-beauty

Shiori was, as has been stated, totally and entirely lost. Nothing new there. He had been taking the time to search for himself, but failed to come up with much, on account of not actually trying that hard. He sat down next to the fountain, fanning himself. Shiori was no stranger to hard work, but usually he likes to do it on his terms. In fact, he was starting to think this place was dirty. Maybe it was time for some stress cleaning.

But first, he was still trying to get to know his classmates, usually the ones who at least looked interesting. His first unfortunate victim was one girl who stood out to him with purple hair, though a bit brighter than his own. He sized her up before getting up and approaching.

Shiori didn’t think he’d been up that late watching the eclipse, but something had to be up. He was in a strange place, surrounded by people (and a dog) he’d never seen before in his life. Just where the hell was he? Had he been... kidnapped?

Thoughts were rushing through his head. How long had he been out? Hours? Days? How was he supposed to know? 

He brushed off his pants. This place didn’t seem particularly dirty, but he didn’t want any dust getting on his clothes. Taking a few steps forward, he looked into the fountain, then beyond it, at the doors. He had a good feeling they’d be locked.

Stretching his neck to try and get rid of that massive crick he felt, Shiori began looking around the room some more, trying to pick out anything important he hadn’t noticed yet. Things here were no doubt bad, and there was no obvious solution to their problem. Heck, the problem itself wasn’t apparent yet. That wouldn’t stop Shiori from looking around though; there had to be something important around here. He’d be damned if he just stood around and waited for something to happen. 

It’d be best to start with the most obvious question. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around. These kids all seemed more or less about the same age as him, so he wondered if they weren’t students like him. He had a feeling they were just as much in the dark as he was.