#ch1;

The reality of their situation hadn’t quite set in by the time Haruna once again found herself wandering quietly through the cafeteria- despite having, apparently, all of Japan at her disposal, part of her hesitated- would she like what she found out there? If she went home, would her parents not be joining the ranks of the empty-eyed soulless people walking the streets in silence, following commands?

She wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.

Home aside, the thought of going, well, really anywhere else in Japan was daunting. Before coming to Tokyo for Hope’s Peak, Haruna hadn’t traveled far from home, not ever really leaving the prefecture except once to watch cherry blossoms, and even then it wasn’t very far, and-

(You’re rambling, Haruna.)

She pauses, quietly, in front of the computer screen that seems to be how she orders food, and though it takes a few minutes of fussing and quiet mumbling, Haruna finally gets one of the stands to produce a small cup of chamomile tea, with honey, just the way she liked it- and while it wasn’t exactly right (as no machine could ever truly make tea perfectly)- it would do.

Tea in hand, Haruna turned to view the rest of the room- and noticed a slightly familiar face.

“Ah- Hisashi-dono...?” Her voice is small, tentative, and the only sound she seems to hear is the small click of her heeled shoes on the floor as she approaches him. “Um... Are you okay?”

A glance to the side. 

For someone not very well aquainted with technology, the whirlwind of events that brought Haruna to the present were... Overwhelming and confusing.

(Hospital bed to hospital bed, ashes to ashes. Ad infinitum.)

And so, when she was told of the state of the world, Haruna’s face fell- and she looked toward the ground with a sad, anxious feeling bubbling in her stomach, the kind of anxiety one can’t quell, and seeing the people around her, empty and soulless and like- like ghosts-

It scared her.

For most of the blonde woman’s speech, Haruna’s eyes were closed and hands clasped, quickly and quietly murmuring prayers, for help, for forgiveness, for strength— anything, really. Help for the sleepless, help for her and her peers, forgiveness for this sick, sick caricature of a woman—

And then—

“Kill your fellow classmate.”

The words brought Haruna’s frenzied prayers to a halt, brought her to a pause, and as she heard the frantic murmurings of her peers, a soft smile danced across her cheeks as a soft, lilting laugh bubbled from her lips.

“Ehe- ehehe..!”

(Strange reaction to the looming threat of murder, Haruna.)

“Ehe-... What’s there to fear,” she muses, softly, smiling delicately. Even though the thought of one of her peers committing such an evil act, such darkness sullying bright futures (or, what would’ve been bright futures had they not been launched into a dystopia-) filled Haruna’s mouth with a bitter taste and her heart with venom, she continued her soft laughing, tinkling like a bell while her classmates fell into various states of despair.

Rey had had a long day. Her first day of graduate school, she just really wanted to grab a drink and unwind after a super long day. As a graduate student studying for architectural engineering, she had three labs and two seminars, which was way more than she had ever thought she'd be getting into, but her first day was done, and she had proved to herself that if she could get this far, the sky was the limit. All she wanted now was a beer and to unwind from the longest day ever.

She had gotten to the bar and ordered a drink, meeting one of her oldest friends, Finn, who had just finished his first day of police academy. He explained to her that he wasn't sure if he wanted to be an actual officer or someone who dealt with the internal affairs of the department. After a few drinks, Rey was ready for bed. She closed her tab and said her goodbyes to Finn, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?" Finn asked, raising an eyebrow. "Finn, I'm fine. You know you don't have to worry about me." She smiled reassuringly.

She turned and walked in the direction of her apartment, hugging her bag close to her like she always did. She had never lived in the city like she did now, but she was no stranger to the bad part of town, having grown up on the 'other side of the tracks'. Rey was in and out of foster homes her entire life, finally escaping that life when she turned 18 and graduated with honors from her high school, leaving behind an entire life she never wanted to return to. She made a promise to herself that she would get out and make something of her life, unlike most of the kids she had grown up with, who weren't going anywhere in life.

kimi!! - IMMEDIATELY after monobear arrives. pray for everyone involved

rover!! - how quickly can two kids break an elevator? click to find out!

kimiko!! - monomachine meme time! 

chiyo!! - ??? 

DOING FOUR IS CHILL. 

if any of these wrap up early, i’m happy to take on another!

“What’s up?”

WIRE glances over at Ichigo, giving him a look that says he only half heard him. The plushie in his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, however, and it only takes him a second to put two and two together. Shaking his head, WIRE goes back to… whatever he was doing.

“Not exactly, but I suggest you fucking hit up Akston.”

when it does it will be OPEN! assuming he gives you permission. the chances of him not are pretty low though.