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trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am
trustfellows) wrote in trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am
Welcome.
Rise and shine. There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long. You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing. It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people by now, and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now. Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're not getting out of here anytime soon. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that. Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here. So relax and get to know your fellow Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile. |
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Yeah he would punch except Terumi does not punch for some reason? Maybe he has a killer manicure or something, so this is just. Which of them is gonna tire out first? Are they both gonna pretend this didn't happen?
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They might as well be slapping each other at this point. ]
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Cause I'm not losing! [ This is such a mess. ]
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Holds him with one hand...? Feels like it's a better tactic than letting the bastard stay on the floor and drag him back down. Why are you so heavy for someone who is so light. ]
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...and he is being supported? It's a good thing because he would have tried to drag him back down, but somewhere Hazama is laughing really hard. Honestly what does he do with this? He's Yuuki freakin Terumi, who's killed so many people, started wars, orphaned children, used souls for weapons of mass destruction and.
Now he's hanging on to another man like a little kid who doesn't want their parent to go. ]
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This isn't over, Spikey.
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[ Keep whatever this is going, stab him, whatever. As long as he can keep wandering undisturbed it's good enough. And... he assumes he can? He gives Terumi one last look before continuing down the hall, acting like something ridiculous didn't just happen. ]