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May mini-mini-event
05/31 16:00
The student council elections take place after class on Monday, with students instructed to gather in the auditorium for the assembly. Attendance is not mandatory, but once students enter the auditorium and take their seats with the rest of their homeroom, they will find that they are not able to speak or get up from their seats. There are no teachers present.
Fifteen minutes past the hour, the doors to the auditorium close and the assembly commences, with the current student body president Maya Arisu stepping up to the podium, obligatorily thanking everybody for coming, and briefly going over the agenda: the student council candidates, sitting in a neat row behind her at the back of the stage, are to first introduce themselves to the student body, after which the candidates will make a case for why they would best serve the student body. As each person comes up to the podium, a projector shines on the white screen behind the stage with an image of the student's profile, displaying their full name, homeroom, blood type, handedness, club membership and leadership roles, current grades, and current merit points. Those in the student council are held to high standards, be it scholastic achievement as exemplified by grades or club participation, or eloquence or bravado if they have nothing else going for them but talk big anyways, like the current candidate in the middle of a passionate speech concerning the atrocity that is Ishimaru's eyebrows, like, do you really want that to be the face of the student body--
The mic cuts off and Maya drops the end of the power cord before striding up to the center of the stage, staring at the candidate to get out of her way or risk a broken foot.
"I'm going to stop wasting your time," she says, voice quiet but at the same time clear and audible in the hush of the room. "The qualities I'm looking for in a member of our council isn't intelligence or diligence or kindness. Who the person is matters the most: what they do and how they think."
She turns around, facing the candidates, looking at each of them in turn. "We will be testing your character. Follow me."
One by one, the student council candidates rise to their feet and file out of the auditorium after Maya, stiff and robotic, almost as if they have no control over their bodies as she leads them out the door. The moment the last candidate leaves the auditorium, the spell binding everybody's limbs and voices breaks, students jumping to their feet to push and shove each other out of the way in their excitement to leave-- not to go home, but to crowd around the windows surrounding the courtyard, or to race each other to the higher floors to claim the windows with the best views:
Out in the courtyard, the student council candidates line up against the side of the school. Facing them, in a half circle in front of the wisteria tree, are several familiar faces, each with a dagger in hand, a stagger to their steps, yellow in their eyes, and wild animalistic abandon in the way they lunge at the student council candidates.
The sun is bright overhead. Blood spills and soaks into the ground. The school stays true and does not turn.
Fifteen minutes past the hour, the doors to the auditorium close and the assembly commences, with the current student body president Maya Arisu stepping up to the podium, obligatorily thanking everybody for coming, and briefly going over the agenda: the student council candidates, sitting in a neat row behind her at the back of the stage, are to first introduce themselves to the student body, after which the candidates will make a case for why they would best serve the student body. As each person comes up to the podium, a projector shines on the white screen behind the stage with an image of the student's profile, displaying their full name, homeroom, blood type, handedness, club membership and leadership roles, current grades, and current merit points. Those in the student council are held to high standards, be it scholastic achievement as exemplified by grades or club participation, or eloquence or bravado if they have nothing else going for them but talk big anyways, like the current candidate in the middle of a passionate speech concerning the atrocity that is Ishimaru's eyebrows, like, do you really want that to be the face of the student body--
The mic cuts off and Maya drops the end of the power cord before striding up to the center of the stage, staring at the candidate to get out of her way or risk a broken foot.
"I'm going to stop wasting your time," she says, voice quiet but at the same time clear and audible in the hush of the room. "The qualities I'm looking for in a member of our council isn't intelligence or diligence or kindness. Who the person is matters the most: what they do and how they think."
She turns around, facing the candidates, looking at each of them in turn. "We will be testing your character. Follow me."
One by one, the student council candidates rise to their feet and file out of the auditorium after Maya, stiff and robotic, almost as if they have no control over their bodies as she leads them out the door. The moment the last candidate leaves the auditorium, the spell binding everybody's limbs and voices breaks, students jumping to their feet to push and shove each other out of the way in their excitement to leave-- not to go home, but to crowd around the windows surrounding the courtyard, or to race each other to the higher floors to claim the windows with the best views:
Out in the courtyard, the student council candidates line up against the side of the school. Facing them, in a half circle in front of the wisteria tree, are several familiar faces, each with a dagger in hand, a stagger to their steps, yellow in their eyes, and wild animalistic abandon in the way they lunge at the student council candidates.
The sun is bright overhead. Blood spills and soaks into the ground. The school stays true and does not turn.
OOC
✽ Happy Execution Day! For those unfamiliar with how murdergame executions work, the initial top-level is reserved for Ishimaru and Madison to fight to the death, while the rest of the post is free for characters to post reactions as well as to play out the aftermath.
✽ As a general guideline, the dropped characters look the same as originally, aside from yellow eyes, and the way they move is haltingly, as if they're resisting the compulsion to murder. It is a compulsion, though! So if both Ishimaru and Madison refuse to fight each other, they'll just get stabbed by somebody else.
✽ The execution will end once there is only one person left, after which the door will allow them back inside the school. Before then, the doors and windows are locked, and trying to escape the courtyard will result in loss of consciousness, with enough warning to turn back. The moment there is one survivor left, the npc students go home, as the position is won by default. Congrats! Hope it was worth it.
✽ As a general guideline, the dropped characters look the same as originally, aside from yellow eyes, and the way they move is haltingly, as if they're resisting the compulsion to murder. It is a compulsion, though! So if both Ishimaru and Madison refuse to fight each other, they'll just get stabbed by somebody else.
✽ The execution will end once there is only one person left, after which the door will allow them back inside the school. Before then, the doors and windows are locked, and trying to escape the courtyard will result in loss of consciousness, with enough warning to turn back. The moment there is one survivor left, the npc students go home, as the position is won by default. Congrats! Hope it was worth it.
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[ Hyde states only taking a step into the room because he really wants to check out the marks all over his arms. Walking closer, not really caring if the other gets more irritated or not. Wasnt his concern for the others comfort frankly, he reaches to grab Dito's arm, because he wants to see. ]
If you bleed on the floor, we will get sent to the other side and have to break a mirror to come back ya know? Ya knowwww~? So try not to bleed on it, cause I dont feel like going over there right now.
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Dito's not expecting the other to grab his arm, and he hisses quietly when the other grabs it -- just because it's still sensitive, what with having so many marks and still being in the process of healing.
Dito tries to snatch his arm away, instinctively moving to kick at one of this guy's shins simultaneously. Back off, buddy!!! ]
Can you make some damn sense before you start jacking off? "Murder School" could use a little bit of an explanation, genius.
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Ehh? I might just - ok relax dude. If you have that many tallies what you freaking out for? Or is that just a lie? You doin' it to yourself? I guess that would make sense, you could be a pathetic freak like that. Look the type. With how small you are.
[ He snickers, hands shoved in either side of his pocket and doesnt even let the other finish or retort - or maybe they do and Hyde doesnt really care. ]
No one knows what this place is, but people are killing one another here like its a game - yaaaa? 'Nd thats what those marks on your arm are meant for. They tell you how many people you killed. Or some shit like that from what the fucker who works here told me.
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Anyway, Dito's already decided he doesn't like this guy. He wrinkles his nose at the explanation, glancing down at his arm again. How many is that, even? He can't remember killing anyone recently, but it also feels right. Feels good, feels organic.
He knows he's killed plenty of people. Hell, he wants to kill this guy right in front of him right now. The only thing stopping him is the fact that he wants to know more. That a guy this open about killing might be a waste as guts on the floor, even though Dito would definitely like to see that.
He crosses his arms as he eyes the other, trying not to let his eye twitch at the sensitivity on his whole fucking arm right now. ]
Not my thing. Really. I'd rather see it on someone else, thanks.
[ Genuinely the only time he'd even consider self-harm is when Five wanted to make him bang his head into the wall.
But even then, he'd still rather stab the shit out of her than do anything to himself.
Dito tilts his head at that explanation, though. ]
Oh, yeah? Sooo, am I winning, or...?
[ There's something completely off about this place, but it also intrigues Dito at the same time. Kill Bill to Battle Royale...???? He can swing it.
Even if an underlying discomfort persists in the fact that someone else fucked up his arm and memories, apparently. Everything's foggy, and it's annoying. His fingers twitch, and he finds himself grateful that he's in control of himself at least. Was he before? When did everything change, and why?
He knows he's not supposed to be here, though. Like a lucid dream he's just woken up from -- even though he's still stuck in it. ]
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[ Hyde lets out a dreary sigh, eyes lining along the others arm again whilst turning to where his own is. The measly 16 cuts mean nothing to him now! Except the Rika one - that one will always be near and dear to his heart entirely. Even so it interests him that someone with so many marks, plausibly can exist. Especially with how raw the others arm is - will it heal up eventually? Whatever could that even mean at that. ]
Ahh, yeah dont let other people see it. Pretty sure if you let the freaks see 'em, they'll do something about your ass. They try locking me up sometimes - pretty sure I'm over due for it actually.
[ Despite coming off incidentally stupid, the berserker has his own thoughts on the matter. Yet there was no sense in telling this man about it - not knowing how legit he were. ]
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Not that he cares, but there's at least a little unease at the idea of getting locked up somewhere. ]
If anyone friggin' touches me, I'll make their arm look like mine.
[ He does catch a glance at Hyde's arm, though.
Huh. ]
What, they don't want you to win? [ He scoffs. ] Guess the prize must be pretty good, then.
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[ Hyde shrugs, as if 'oh well' were all they could do about it. ]
Sucks to be the others locked inside a building with other murderers - kehehehe!
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[ Unamused about that and his memories being fucked with. He doesn't like the idea of anyone else having that kind of control over him. ]
But if I get out, will I go back to where I came from? Or will it be some kind of whole new twisted world out there...? Haha... I kind of want to know.
[ There's a tinge of excitement on his tone, now. ]
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[ Sorta, this is a half lie. He wants to get out, understand this world. Why he was even brought here and how that was even possible. ]
All I can say is, this is a dog eat dog worlddd.
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[ Disappointing him, man!! Although he's clearly trying to get a rise out of the other here. That's just how he is... ]
I don't wanna be trapped in one place, okay? It's suffocating.
[ He doesn't like that feeling in general. Detests it, even. It's all he got from being around Five, after all. ]
But if the outside is anything like the inside... I think I'm gonna like it.
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[ Its almost stated gently, as if his sentence were merely him jesting or teasing. Not effected nor trying to effect the other just talking. ]
HMMM, maybe that's what I'll ask next time I go to the counselor-kun [ How to get the fuck out. ]. After hes done fingering my guts - HYAHAHAHA!!
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A star pupil and you're nice? I'm gonna hurl...
[ Hyde's less """nice""" side is probably far more interesting, anyway. At least, that's the impression Dito's getting. Especially when he brings up the counselor.
His eyes light up slightly at Hyde's...choice of words there. ]
-- That's a thing? Can I watch?
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[ Hyde clicks his tongue, as if he were excited by the proposition. Tail wagging delightedly. ]
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[ Yes, he needs therapy. No, he is not going to do any therapy.
Unless it's as fucked up as Hyde's leading him to believe here. ]
... Heh. Unless he lets me do the fingering this time.