Sybil Conium
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Post by Sybil Conium on Nov 15, 2016 10:28:16 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
WORDS 531 This is kinda continuing off a post I'm gonna make when I'm up on the posting order for Prologue. | A memory played in her head like a film, right in front of her. She had sat on her bed, sheets packed with music notes sprawled out in front of her. All of them were a mess. Not physically- They weren't crumpled up or had any tears, and of course they were legible. But the notes on the sheet just wouldn't, in any world, translate well into actual music. She felt trapped. Practically on the verge of giving up. The girl felt chained down by her talent. Out of all the spectacular skills in the world, she had calligraphy?
Sybil wasn't one to get angry and throw a tantrum. She didn't tear the sheets apart in frustration. Instead, she neatly collected them and put them in her folder. There was an aura of defeat around her.. Until someone opened her door. Mom... Why was she home so early?
That caring, maternal voice resonated with Sybil.
"Don't wear a frown. Your smile is too precious to be hidden, Sybil."
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Dissociation was one hell of to calm your nerves. For... God only knew how long, time just muddled together, the girl wasn't in the factory, at least, not mentally. She escaped to a little memory. It was easy, in fact, she didn't really do it intentionally. By the time she finally came back to reality, the memory had replaced her feelings of utter fear with just sadness, and longing. Looking down, she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Of course, her mask... didn't help with steady breathing techniques. And damn, the clothes she was wearing were simply terrible for such a hot factory. Still, she tried to avoid any focus on those elements.
"..Maybe coming to Hope's Peak was a mistake..." She muttered to herself. Well, that was the obvious assumption, seeing how it brought her to this despairful situation. She began to walk again when... she spotted an odd little room.
Wait, room? No, it was an elevator of some sort. Elevator. Stupid name. It does more than elevate. Wait, that didn't matter, did it?
...Shaking her head, she craned her neck. It didn't seem like anyone was nearby. In all honesty, ever since she saw that poor girls horrific demise, Sybil had been more or less terrified of most the people in this factory. Would they try to kill her?
Okay. No one seemed to be there. Granted, her vision was limited. In the mask. The mask that... No. Ignore the mask. It's okay.
Stepping into the elevator, she was massively relieved by the cooler temperature. With the normal heat around the factory, she was like a mascot in Disney World. During July. Her eyes scanned the buttons. One. Floor one. There was no way this would lead there, right? For all she knew, the numbers stood for the circles of hell. How many of those were there?
Still... worth a try. She reached a gloved index finger out and pressed the tiny button.
Nothing. No sound. No moving down. No indication that she had just done something... Except, for some reason, pressing that button just seemed wrong.
"Did... I just get cursed?" Never rule out that possibility.
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Akimi Suzuki
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Talent: Ikebana Artist
Year: 2
Age: 17
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Nov 16, 2016 14:03:03 GMT 1
 The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. There was only one place left for Akimi to explore - the elevator. She's roamed around for as far and as wide as she could, and save for jumping out the windows, there was simply nowhere else to go.
Turning round the corner, the ponytailed girl took a satisfactory note of the empty hallway. Following that, she turned around again to look back behind her.
It wasn't that she necessarily believed in the evil within humans; that one of her classmates would kill her the moment they got a chance, but it was more so the possibility that they would. And because there was such a possibility, one of them were as of this moment, walking in a cold corpse's pair of shoes.
Furthermore, if someone were to actually kill, there was a decent chance that that corpse would be hers.
'But it looks like I'll live a little longer,' she thought, turning away from the corridors back in the direction she came from.
Walking up to the elevator, the Ikebana Artist yawned with closed eyes as the metal doors opened, raising a hand to politely cover her mouth as she stepped through. Recent events had taken a toll on her body and mind, two parts of her that were often lethargic even back when she was living a normal life.
The pitch black nature of the elevator didn't help either, inviting only a new wave of drowsiness to wash over and pull her under. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked absentmindedly as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, not yet noticing the masked companion that she currently shared this metal box with.
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Sybil Conium
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Age: 18
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Post by Sybil Conium on Nov 17, 2016 6:51:41 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
WORDS 359 Sybil is so well composed. The calmest of the bunch. Born leader. /s |
Behind that air respirator, Sybil's expression turned grim. Giving up on the first floor button, she moved to the second, then third. Fourth, fifth. No matter how hard she jammed her index finger into each and every one, they did absolutely nothing. What.. What the fuck? What was the point of this elevator? Just to rub salt in their wounds? She came down to one last button... But her finger stopped mere millimeters away from it. What was that? A skull and crossbones? Well, that could mean a few things, she supposed. It could start playing some pirate music in the elevator, though she was far too realistic to believe it'd be something so light toned.
The symbol could represent poison at times. In which case, this mask would become even more vital. An elevator full of poisonous gas, though? Seems like too much effort. It could just mean death. She presses it, and the elevator would plummet down the nine or so floors with her inside. Upon smashing against the hard ground, she'd fly up, likely snap her neck on impact.
Compared to how that girl died... Hell, compared to this whole game, that sounded like a good way to go.
...She retreated her hand back to her side. Her mind felt so utterly muddled by that point. Sybil normally didn't go so long without sleep. Though, relatively, it probably wasn't that long. Regardless, this elevator had nothing to offer her ri--
The sound of footsteps quietly clicking against steel, though muffled by her hood, immediately sent adrenaline through her body. Someone. Someone was in here with her. Oh god, oh god! Terror striked her heart at that moment, and in a panicked response, she turned on her heel, sent a punch (more like a shove with fist, in reality) towards her possible assailants possible location, before backing away towards the door. She would have been sprinting as soon as she got out from the metal death trap, had she not tripped and fell flat on her back.
Barely scrambling up, her eyes finally caught the figure, slightly. A girl? That girl?
"Wh-What are.. Were you following me?" |
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Akimi Suzuki
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Nov 20, 2016 6:01:25 GMT 1
The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. One second, Akimi was standing perfectly still, waiting for her eyes to adjust. The next, someone pushed her. Hard. Letting out a shocked yelp, she fell down, unable to bring her arms up to brace for the fall in time. She hit the ground on her side. The side of her head banged against the floor. A heavy thud resonated throughout the metal chamber. Pain shot through her shoulder, through her skull. She felt a trickle of blood run down the corner of her lips.
Instead of quickly getting up, a part of her actually wanted to just... continue lying down. Let her attacker end it right here and now.
'But I want to at least see their face,' she thought, and so Akimi pushed herself to sit upright.
Through the darkness, a gas mask stared back.
Sitting there, the two of them exchanged a few seconds of silence. Wasn't that girl going to attack? Where was her weapon of choice? Was she going to get strangled instead, to feel that girl's hands crush her windpipe?
Thinking, feeling that something was off, Akimi tentatively raised a hand to her... to the crumpled metal that was once her earpiece. Her fingers probed over it to try and feel for the extent of the damage, and all signs pointed it out to be extremely severe. Bad enough that it didn't seem to be working at all.
She took it off, and just like that, was crippled once more.
Taking out her notebook, she started to write in it. Not an account of her life, like a will or anything, but just a single word. A simple question. One that she wasn't even sure if the girl would A: give the time of day, and B: make out through the darkness. But she asked nonetheless:
"Why?"
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Sybil Conium
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Talent: Calligrapher
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Age: 18
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Post by Sybil Conium on Nov 27, 2016 14:07:37 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
WORDS 427 Sybil is the worst | This place just seemed like some realm of perpetual darkness. Even as she inquired into the elevator, Sybil could hardly make out any figure at all. It took her a good couple of seconds to realize that her supposed 'attacker' was on the ground. She looked pained. She looked...
Harmless. Not to mention, as Sybil cautiously stood and edged towards the girl, she noticed a trickle of bright blood on the girls head. Oh god. Wait a minute, she recognized this girl, too. One of the few people that stood out to her during their first 'meeting' on the bridge. She had hearing aids, so... It was assumable that she had hearing issues. The calligrapher noticed it was smashed.
Why?
Akimi asked through writing. Just one word. Was she scared? Of course she was, she was probably disabled, and Sybil just... The girl in the mask realized, she was the attacker in this situation.
The eyes behind her mask grew sad.
"Damn it, why did I..." I was scared, she rationalized. Still, she didn't believe that was a good enough excuse. Good people don't just attack people. Was she.. bad? Staring at the paper, her eyes slowly drifted upwards to meet Akimi's. "Are you... really deaf?" Wait, would the girl even know she was talking? When no response came, the girl timidly held her hands out, prompting Akimi to hand her the paper and pen.
It was a bit surprising that she gave it so willingly. Akimi literally didn't seem to hesitate in handing her the pen. With her talent, she'd more than likely be able to forge some sort of letter, who knows. That wasn't her goal though. Within a short time, she wrote down a torrent of words, before showing them to Akimi. Even with the circumstances, each character had at least some flair to it. No single word looked plain. It was probably habitual. Those pretty words spelled out:
"I'm so sorry. You startled me and I reacted badly. I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise."
How genuine did words look. Maybe Sybil's solemn eyes were the only way to gauge that. She saw Akimi's eyes go from one side of the page to the other, and nervously began tapping her knee. After a moment, Sybil "asked" for the notebook again, and upon recieving it, quickly wrote some more.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"
And lower on the page, one more little note. Maybe it was inappropriate, but the girl was compelled to tell it.
"Your handwriting is beautiful." |
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Akimi Suzuki
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Nov 30, 2016 10:45:48 GMT 1
The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. The masked girl gestured for her notebook, and Akimi gave it to her without much hesitation. She took this opportunity to slowly stand up as she passed it over, just in case any running away was needed to be done.
Waiting with her back against the cold, metal wall, Akimi had half a mind to just sprint away. But if she did so, there was no telling what the masked girl would have done. Because right now her attacker was docile, and the last thing she wanted was to agitate and provoke.
A short time passed before her notebook was returned, and her eyes scanned the message written on it. After that though, the girl asked for the notebook once again.
As she waited for her next message, Akimi tried to gauge her true intent. Because surely if that girl really was an attacker, shouldn't she be dead by now? Why the wait and games? And all this writing down on paper is accomplishing nothing but simply piling up more evidence if a murder were to actually take place.
Akimi gently took the notebook when it was handed back to her. It was a short message this time - one that simply asked if there were anything she could do to help. Furthermore, the girl praised her handwriting.
With her pen in hand, Akimi started writing out a response. Every few seconds her eyes would discreetly (she hoped) flick upwards, but the writing continued throughout.
"So it really was an accident? I... I suppose that's plausible. It would make sense for your nerves to be on edge.
I don't think there's much to be done about my earpiece. It's broken. Unless you have knowledge about electronics and how to fix them?
And... thank you. Your handwriting has a unique flair to it too."
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Sybil Conium
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Post by Sybil Conium on Nov 30, 2016 11:35:46 GMT 1
Sybil Conium
WORDS 426 Soul why do I always wanna ship with your characters. | The words on the page gave her a small in her mistake. If Akimi was to be trusted, than she at least understood and forgave Sybil for the mistake. No matter how dear it could have cost her... She didn't deserve it, though. For all she knew, she could have sentenced Akimi to death by breaking that little piece of tech. Looking over at the smashed earpiece, she picked it up with her index finger and thumb, trying to be delicate.
Holding it over her mask eye glass, she examined it for a moment. The word artist didn't need to be a mechanic to understand that the thing was completely destroyed.
"There must be some way to fix it..." If there was, she sure as hell didn't know how. Maybe someone in the factory though? Izuku was the Helper, right? Maybe, as his talent would suggest, he could help them? Or Yoko, jack of all trades? No, Katsu. That boy would be their best bet. Unless she was horribly ignorant on just how different fixing hardware and hacking software were. However, she was wary of making it known just how vulnerable Akimi was now. She felt she needed to at least defend her in some way, for this.
Katsu, though. He didn't seem like a threat. Well, he may be the mastermind, on the other hand. Hell, Akimi can be the mastermind. She wondered, if those Monokuma things were run by an AI, someone techy would have to be involved, ri-- Wait. That wasn't important, Akimi was.
Taking the notebook, she winced at the comment of her handwriting, before chuckling a bit.
"Well, it's really all I'm good for." That wasn't true. But self deprication was one hell of a sneaky bastard. Sybil wasn't particularly bad with it, but around others, especially after screwing up, that side of her could show sometimes.
Pausing for a second to think of her next words, she tapped the pen against her mask. Then, she began to paste more ink on the paper.
"There may be someone who could help. I don't know, I'm just guessing off his talent. Hackers may know a thing or two about this stuff." She hoped. Oh boy in red she sure did hope.
"...Either way, I won't let anything bad happen to you. I owe you that, at least."
Hesitating for a moment, she handed the notebook back to Akimi. Meanwhile, looking up and staring at her. At this proximity, Akimi may have been able to notice an odd scar over Sybil's left eye. |
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Monokuma Bros.
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Post by Monokuma Bros. on Dec 12, 2016 14:18:29 GMT 1
"Upupupu, look at this, bro. This is getting interesting, now. The two of them have already started fighting. Maybe soon enough, there'll be a murder? I'm so excited!"
The Monokuma Bros. also saw that the white-haired girl's earpiece was broken. They figured that she needed a new one, so that when a murder did occur, that she could actually hear what the others had to say. Unless she was the first victim, of course. Then it wouldn't matter anymore.
Nevertheless, the red-eyed Monokuma Brother jumped down a hidden trapdoor and landed next to Akimi.
The bear just dropped a new earpiece into her hand and said "Here's a new one for ya! Can't let you avoid the despair in the trial come the first murder!" In the same breath, he snatched the broken earpiece away from Sybil's hand.
The Monokuma Brother then simply walked out of the door to the Mysterious Elevator, and if either of them were to check where he went, then they wouldn't find anything.
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