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yogen2021-12-28 06:59 pm
cloversandcranes) wrote in yogen2021-12-28 06:59 pm
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Naegi's introduction to such a charming school... (CW:Danganronpa Spoilers!)
Bathroom Woes (TW:Mention of unpleasant memories of bathrooms)
[When Makoto opened his eyes, he had expected to see the ceiling of his room on the ship. He had been on the way to the Future Foundation for his trial and had turned in for the night, anxious about the charges he would face. He didn't feel like what he did was wrong but he knew that the Future Foundation wouldn't see it that way.
After all, he did take international terrorists under his wing to save them from their deaths. And when the foundation found out he had let them go to live on an island without supervision? Well, he certainly didn't expect them to look at his situation favorably, despite what some of his friends told him.
He expected to see one of his friends waking him up when he opened his eyes. What he saw instead, filled him with dread. This wasn't his room on the ship. This wasn't even somewhere else he recognized. It was a surprisingly clean bathroom, no blood smears on the walls and floors like the ones he had seen in the broken world.
Groaning in pain and confusion, he rubbed the sides of his head in an attempt to stop the pounding of his head. He felt terrible. His throat was dry and scratchy, his head throbbed in pain and his fists felt raw for some reason. He lifted his hand to his eye level but saw no injuries that would explain the pain he felt. What he saw instead made him pale. Six tally marks were on the inside of his wrist and were sensitive to the touch. They also itched.
Staring at his reflection in the broken mirror, he looked down at his sore knuckles and flexed them, wincing at the pain that radiated through his hand at the movement.]
What...happened here?
Breathe
[Exiting out of the bathroom did little to curb his panic, as the halls outside reminded him of the halls in Hope's Peak Academy. With the anxiety clouding his mind, the halls looked ominous and foreboding as conflicting memories filled his head. The first year at Hope's Peak, walking with his friends...The killing game, finding corpses of those friends, and walking to the elevator to commence the trial...
His panic rose as he took in the surroundings. Muttering to himself, he tried to calm his breathing as his breath quickened in fear. Focus Makoto...It's not Hope's Peak. You're fine...It's not...The windows! The sight of the unblocked windows brought hope to Makoto as the dread slowly left him. It wasn't Hope's Peak! He wasn't back in that school!
Closing his eyes, he put a hand to his chest and tried to smooth out his breathing, remembering The Ultimate Therapist's teachings as he calmed down. Breath Makoto...That's it...You're not there...It's okay.
Opening his eyes, he decided to walk to the windows to see if they could be opened. Tugging on the windows, he tried opening them to no avail. Why wasn't he surprised...Sighing, he put a hand to his chin in thought, completely missing the sound of someone walking towards him.]
((OOC:Sorry for only having two prompts. It's my mother's birthday and I wanted to finish this before I burned out. Wildcards are very welcome. You can contact me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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[When Makoto opened his eyes, he had expected to see the ceiling of his room on the ship. He had been on the way to the Future Foundation for his trial and had turned in for the night, anxious about the charges he would face. He didn't feel like what he did was wrong but he knew that the Future Foundation wouldn't see it that way.
After all, he did take international terrorists under his wing to save them from their deaths. And when the foundation found out he had let them go to live on an island without supervision? Well, he certainly didn't expect them to look at his situation favorably, despite what some of his friends told him.
He expected to see one of his friends waking him up when he opened his eyes. What he saw instead, filled him with dread. This wasn't his room on the ship. This wasn't even somewhere else he recognized. It was a surprisingly clean bathroom, no blood smears on the walls and floors like the ones he had seen in the broken world.
Groaning in pain and confusion, he rubbed the sides of his head in an attempt to stop the pounding of his head. He felt terrible. His throat was dry and scratchy, his head throbbed in pain and his fists felt raw for some reason. He lifted his hand to his eye level but saw no injuries that would explain the pain he felt. What he saw instead made him pale. Six tally marks were on the inside of his wrist and were sensitive to the touch. They also itched.
Staring at his reflection in the broken mirror, he looked down at his sore knuckles and flexed them, wincing at the pain that radiated through his hand at the movement.]
What...happened here?
Breathe
[Exiting out of the bathroom did little to curb his panic, as the halls outside reminded him of the halls in Hope's Peak Academy. With the anxiety clouding his mind, the halls looked ominous and foreboding as conflicting memories filled his head. The first year at Hope's Peak, walking with his friends...The killing game, finding corpses of those friends, and walking to the elevator to commence the trial...
His panic rose as he took in the surroundings. Muttering to himself, he tried to calm his breathing as his breath quickened in fear. Focus Makoto...It's not Hope's Peak. You're fine...It's not...The windows! The sight of the unblocked windows brought hope to Makoto as the dread slowly left him. It wasn't Hope's Peak! He wasn't back in that school!
Closing his eyes, he put a hand to his chest and tried to smooth out his breathing, remembering The Ultimate Therapist's teachings as he calmed down. Breath Makoto...That's it...You're not there...It's okay.
Opening his eyes, he decided to walk to the windows to see if they could be opened. Tugging on the windows, he tried opening them to no avail. Why wasn't he surprised...Sighing, he put a hand to his chin in thought, completely missing the sound of someone walking towards him.]
((OOC:Sorry for only having two prompts. It's my mother's birthday and I wanted to finish this before I burned out. Wildcards are very welcome. You can contact me at
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Yeah. Him. That machine showed up one day, and he told me a little about it.
[ It brought out his darker side more, huh... Then things went wrong when they tried to help him. There's something uncomfortably familiar about that story. But more than that, he found himself thinking about what he's supposed to offer: Care, understanding, and compassion.
How do you give a person something that you were never given? It seemed as though everyone here was too earnest and too kind. ]
Ahahaha, well, he's kinda dense, you know? Think the guy's tried to scare me off about a dozen times by now.... Well, I'll do my best, anyway. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you around.
[ He briefly considered asking about the Tragedy, but he thinks that perhaps he's already dug into Komaeda's life a little too deeply. It's not his place.
He paused instead, collected his thoughts, and then softly added: ]
Uh... Thanks. I'm sure it's weird getting grilled about something like this by a stranger and all. I'll make sure to return the favor.
[ That would at least make it fair, right? ]
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Still, he listened intentively to Ranger as he spoke. The mention of Komaeda's reluctance to get close to people made him nod in sad understanding. He definitely knew that. Even with Makoto, his ultimate idol, it was hard to get close to him. He always would change the subject when it came to him or insist that he was trash or worse. It worried Makoto a lot.
He blinked at the gratitude that was expressed to him. Did he do something strange? He didn't think that trusting people with information was that strange. Still, he smiled at Ranger and nodded.]
You're very welcome. I'm glad Komaeda has someone like you to watch out for him. He needs it.
[He let the warmth that Komaeda wasn't alone here fill him and made him relax. Whatever this place was and why he was here, they would be fine.]
Only if you want to. I've taken a lot of your time already...
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[ Though Ranger wasn't certain that person should be him. But he'd never been given such words before, and so it didn't feel as though he could refuse either. It was something he wanted, and he supposed it was part of being a good partner. They kept each other from making mistakes. For now, he would file the information away for future use.
There were other matters to discuss, and he didn't really wanna leave this guy high and dry after being given useful information. ]
Nah, it's fine. You gave me a lot to think about, so I don't mind... Actually, I've got a pamphlet that explains a lot of what's going on. I don't have it on me, but I can probably get yo a copy later.