Joo-Eun Cruz
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Nov 15, 2016 22:05:07 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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“One, two, three.” Joo-Eun counted out loud the number of sugar cubes that she had put in her coffee, the Poet had always loved mocha and there was only brewed coffee and creamer in the cupboards so she improvised by making the coffee sweeter, she didn't know if it'd work but she figured it was a good chance to try it out as any.
She leaned against the counter and drank her coffee, after every thing that happened today, she wasn’t in the mood for any sleeping. Granted, she fell asleep earlier today in the office but that was all that she can give herself on terms of resting. Besides, she had a lot of mysteries to solve, many places and things to observe, secrets to uncover.
She smiled and took a sip from her cup once more, maybe this was the big break that she needed. This was something far beyond her normal every day life, the situation has proven to be quite entertaining and dare she say it, refreshing. Joo-Eun looked at the bottom of her still hot cup and there laid a carving of Monokuma’s face with the words “manufactured by Despair Industry Inc.” written underneath the carving. She smirked and said, “Found you, you little weirdo, that makes 19 now today.”
See, the Poet began a little harmless game in the small time that she was in this rusty hellhole, the game was similar to that old Disney Channel gig before called “Hidden Mickey”. She called it, “Where’s the Monokuma”, it all began when she had realized earlier today that most of the items in this place was personalized to resemble Monokuma in some way, there was at least one in each room and the Poet was dedicated to finding them all.
It was a fun little thing to do, she thought. She felt as if she was playing a real life detective game and this was the mini-game in between the serious arcs and it excited Joo-Eun. After a while, the Poet had decided to not just play around and actually start collecting data and clues of the room.
She brought out her trusty notebook that she named Kiriyoko the 3rd , it was the third notebook that she had brought with her and so she only found it fitting to add “the 3rd” to it. This was just another of many quirky habits that the Poet has, naming her notebooks. She felt that it was important to give all of them names as they contained her most valuable poems and writings.
“I’m sorry that you have to be my investigation notebook, I promise I’d still give you poems from time to time.” She apologized to the inanimate object named Kiriyoko the 3rd. The Poet was glad that she was alone in the kitchen, she cannot imagine the shame that she would feel if someone was in the room with her at this moment. Joo-Eun never knew why but she never felt comfortable with showing her quirks to anyone, she would rather just have them see her as this “always calm and stoic” being.
Besides, she doesn’t feel like introducing Kiriyoko the 3rd to anyone just yet.
She began to take notes of the kitchen, the first thing that she noticed was that the kitchen was different from the other rooms, this room was wide, white, and clean. It was refreshing after the overuse of the reddish brown color of rust. In the centre was a large table enough to accommodate sixteen people. Joo-Eun walked closer to the table and saw a knife block, she figured the knives were sharp enough to kill and the fact that the collection was short of one knife didn’t calm her thoughts at all.
The Poet scanned the fridge and the freezer, noting down all the food that was in it. If she were any other person right now, she thought, maybe she’d be drooling at the amount of food presented in front of her. But Joo-Eun never had much of a big appetite, the earlier coffee was enough for her.
She noted other tiny things from the numbers of cupboards in it, the oven and microwave that were in perfect condition, the look of the kitchen sink, the food stored in the cupboards, the stove, and even the tiles were noted. Nothing escaped Joo-Eun’s eyes as she continued to write down in full detail the image of the kitchen, she aimed to paint the perfect picture of the setting with her words.
It was one of the things that made her a world famous poet after all, the fact that she can make a very detailed poem. Most of her readers had commented that they felt like they themselves were in the same setting as the person in the poem. Joo-Eun only felt that it would be best to use her talent at a time like this, she intended to help her fellow participants with her words. She was lost deep in her thoughts, writing down anything and everything that her eye can see with high quality detail, she wouldn’t be surprised if someone snuck behind her and she wouldn’t notice it until it’s all too late. That dangerous fact didn’t matter to her right now, what mattered was the task in front of her and that was to thoroughly write down everything about floor 9’s kitchen.
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Akimi Suzuki
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Age: 17
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Nov 16, 2016 14:45:12 GMT 1
![](http://imgur.com/TvaQX22.jpg) The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. Food. She remembered a conversation she had about it. It wasn't a particularly riveting exchange, not at all, but the boy who started off the conversation with her during that day's lunch was a cute one. They passed her notebook back and forth (which was really what she preferred, having done so all her life before Hope's Peak gave her an earpiece) instead of having her be the only one to write.
While that boy probably only suggested to try this method out as a passing interest, to Akimi it was... well, it was comfortable. But that was probably all she was too him - a passing interest, because she believes that the only reason he talked to her in the first place was because he saw her writing down and preparing new phrases in her notebook.
One of the things they talked about before the end of lunch bell rang was their favorite foods, with hers being salad, peaches and porridge, and his being fried chicken, sandwiches and oranges.
Standing here and looking at the food provided to them, Akimi couldn't help but think back to that mundane exchange. Weird how out of everything to remember and forget, that one made it through.
When she walked in here earlier, what immediately caught her attention was a certain white-haired girl who was busy taking down notes. After observing her for a little bit, Akimi thought 'Well, no matter,' and walked over to open the fridge, taking out a chilled plastic bottle of water and a bun of bread.
Holding them in one hand, she approached the white-haired girl and gently tapped her on the back. With her other free hand, she took out her notebook and opened it to a page that had (in neat purple handwriting) "Do you mind if I sit here?"
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Joo-Eun Cruz
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Age: 16
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Nov 22, 2016 16:22:14 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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“Ay Dios mio, la virgen Maria!” Joo-Eun jumped in shock while still holding her cup, the hot coffee quickly spilling all over the counter and on to her legs. “Ah! Mierda!” She cussed in Spanish as she feels the heat of the coffee trickle down her legs. She quickly hid her face behind her hands and counted to ten in Spanish quickly and quietly as an attempt to calm herself.
Then, after taking a moment to compose herself again, she took a deep breath, cleaned the counter and herself up, put on a stoic face, and turned around to greet whoever it was that surprised her. The Poet had briefly wondered why she quickly got surprised, that never seemed to happen before.
It’s probably the freakiness of this place getting to me, she thought and then took a moment to reconsider her thoughts. Freakiness, heavens forbid she just used the word freakiness, that never happened before as well!
She shook her head free of her odd thoughts when she realized that she had someone to attend to. She looked at the person in front of her, it was a white haired girl in a violet dress, she’s holding up a notebook to Joo-Eun. The page read, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
It’s not everyday that the Poet meets someone who would rather write what they have to say than just saying it out loud. Maybe it’s a disability, she thought to herself. Joo-Eun shook her head at her, “I am terribly sorry about that, and no, I don’t mind at all.” And then, added for formality, “I’m Joo-Eun Cruz, the Ultimate Poet, and you are? May I also ask you to stay silent with the event that occurred earlier? I would rather not have word spread about my embarrassment.” The Poet asked her.
Joo-Eun extended her hand to the girl in a violet dress as a small emotionless smile paints her face, she wanted to ask her why she writes instead of talk, the curiosity is evident in the Poet’s cold blue eyes, but now she needs to make sure the girl in front of her stays quiet with her obviously embarrassing act.
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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 24, 2016 12:32:16 GMT 1
![](http://imgur.com/TvaQX22.jpg) The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. This girl had... quite the reaction to what was just a light tap from behind. Akimi didn't feel like she was being that quiet, but the spilled coffee proved otherwise.
While she listened to the girl let out what was probably expletives in a foreign language, Akimi was unsure of exactly how to react. What she ended up doing in the end was quickly flipping to the page in her notebook that had the words "My apologies" written out, holding it in both of her hands as she waited for a chance to apologize to the girl.
She watched as the coffee girl turned around, surprisingly composed after all that has happened. Upon hearing the granted permission for her to sit down by this table, Akimi showed her appreciation with a small smile and a nod. After that, Akimi found out that the girl's name was Joo-Eun Cruz, and that she wanted to keep the events that has transpired here a secret.
After displaying the page with her apology, she placed her water and bun on the table before sitting down, resting her notebook against it to write out a reply.
"I understand. Don't worry, I won't be telling anyone about what happened."
Stopping there, Akimi looked up to Joo and motioned for her to take a seat. While doing so, a part of her wondered if the girl's choice of words 'stay silent' was done on purpose with her deaf/muteness in mind, though she decided to give her new acquaintance the benefit of the doubt.
She continued to write.
"My name is Akimi Suzuki, Ikebana Artist. Apologies again for scaring you in that manner - I had no idea that I was being as quiet as I was.
If I may be allowed to inquire, what was it that you were jotting down on that notebook of yours? Could it have been a poem?"
After putting a dot at the end of that question mark, Akimi pushed her notebook across the table. She twisted open the plastic bottle to take a silent sip of water, and then gently opened the bun's packaging to take a small bite.
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Joo-Eun Cruz
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Dec 1, 2016 14:58:26 GMT 1
3 Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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“I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t be telling anyone about what happened.” Joo-Eun read the words written in the girl in the violet dress’ notebook. The Poet nodded at her as a sign of saying thank you. She noted how the girl in front of her ignored her handshake, Joo-Eun frowned and put her hand down, maybe she just didn’t realize her offer? She watched as the girl pats the sit next to her, silently asking Joo to seat next to her.
“Thank you, I’m glad you understood.” She sat next to the girl, placed her monocup on the table, and watches as she continues to write in her notebook. I wonder what her talent is? She thought to herself, resting her head on her palm, still watching the girl write in her notebook. I wonder why she’s always writing? She continues asking herself, the girl in front of her was just so mysterious without even trying to.
Then, after a while the girl in front of Joo-Eun raised her notebook, the Poet read what was written in it; "My name is Akimi Suzuki, Ikebana Artist. Apologies again for scaring you in that manner - I had no idea that I was being as quiet as I was.
If I may be allowed to inquire, what was it that you were jotting down on that notebook of yours? Could it have been a poem?"
She sipped from her cup and her eyes widened, Dios mio, the creamy good taste, Joo-Eun held back a moan as she tasted just how good her drink was. Why she only realized it now after finishing half of the drink was a shock to her. “E-excuse me for a moment, Miss Akimi,” she told Akimi as she quickly stood up and hurriedly went to the cupboard where the 3-in-1 coffee was located.
She quickly grabbed a package of the coffee, “I’m sure Monokuma won’t mind if I stock up on these.” She whispered to herself, she then realized a different package behind the 3-in-1 one.
Mocha.
Joo-Eun lightly gasped and quickly grabbed that package as well, “I’m sure he won’t mind it if I bring two of these back to my room.” She whispered to herself, she didn’t need anyone else taking these coffee away from her. She needed as many of them as possible, it was the only thing she enjoyed drinking.
She went back to where Akimi sat after she took two packages of mocha and 3-in-1 coffee. Joo-Eun cleared her throat when she sat next to Akimi again, placing the two packages neatly and calmly in front of her, “Sorry about that, it’s just that the coffee was too good for me."
"Tell me, miss Akimi, have you ever had that one glorifying moment of tasting something that just tickles your taste buds? Because that’s what I felt just a few moments ago.” She told her, as she takes another sip from her monocup.
“Now to reply to your earlier message, it’s fine, it was my fault for letting my guard down, anyway.” She smiled at Akimi, “and what I’m writing in this lil one?” she asks as she raises Kiriyoko the 3rd to the Artist, “I wish I can say that I was writing poems in her but I wasn’t,” she said as she resists the urge to softly caress the notebook, treating it as if it were a pet of some sort.
“I was actually jotting down information about the kitchen, I’ve been writing down all the details, both miniscule and not, in this notebook. I figured it will somehow help in the long run if I kept note on what each places looked like. Like taking a photograph of the place but with the use of my words, oh I just love writing so much. I can paint so many pictures and not get my hands dirty because I only use words.”
She then cleared her throat and shook her head, “Oh was I talking too much? I’m sorry, I trailed off again, I sometimes just get so passionate when I talk about writing seeing as it is the only thing I am ever good at.
Sure there’s swimming, and coffee making but I’m not as good with them as I am with writing. Besides, don’t you like writing? How about reading? Words are really good, without them we wouldn’t be able t—“ She then stopped on her tracks, cleared her throat, and drank from her monocup.
“I’m really sorry I almost went on another rant. Tell me, miss Akimi, why do you write your thoughts instead of voicing them out loud?” she asked the Artist, changing the subject so she can stop ranting about writing.
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Akimi Suzuki
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Post by Akimi Suzuki on Dec 7, 2016 9:55:18 GMT 1
![](http://imgur.com/TvaQX22.jpg) The today I chose is ordinary,
and it's about to crumble. Akimi raised an eyebrow at the girl's sudden grabbing of coffee, but she didn't raise a peep. What other people enjoyed hoarding was none of her business. Because of that, when Joo-Eun sat back down and apologized, Akimi smiled and shook her head.
Things soon took a serious turn, with the coffee-loving girl revealing to her exactly just what was being jotted down. Upon hearing this, Akimi started writing in her notebook, though she continued looking up to the coffee-girl to let her know that she was still paying attention.
"Are you doing this for all of the other rooms?" was the question she wrote. "The jotting down of details," she further clarified.
The Ikebana Artist found a small pleasure in how enthusiastically her new acquaintance engaged herself in their conversation, though a cynical thought immediately came to mind.
'These types of people normally put people off by talking so much. And since I can't talk back against her, that's why she's happily chatting away. It's not because she likes who I am, but because of what my condition entails.'
Old habits have a habit of sticking around, she supposes. But then Joo-Eun apologized for how much she spoke before asking a question to give Akimi a chance to speak.
So maybe her judgement of this girl was wrong after all.
Giving the coffee-girl a small smile, Akimi nibbled at her bun while writing with a reply with her free hand.
"It's no problem. I enjoyed listening to you speak on a topic you were so passionate about.
Also, I have to apologize if this seems like a tedious means of doing conversation. To answer your question, it's because I've been deaf from birth. This earpiece was only given to me when I enrolled into Hope's Peak, and so I still find trying to speak an awfully uncomfortable experience.
It's difficult and tedious. And I never liked the way I sound."
There was probably also a mental aspect of her inability to speak, but Akimi left that part out. There's no point in telling another person this much about yourself, after all.
She turned her notebook around and slid it across the table, gauging the girl's expression as what was written was read.
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Joo-Eun Cruz
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Post by Joo-Eun Cruz on Dec 17, 2016 11:50:54 GMT 1
Joo-Eun Cruz - SHSL Poet
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie." - Stephen King
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"Are you doing this for all of the other rooms? The jotting down of details.” Joo-Eun read the question written to her by the artist. Now that she mentioned it, Joo-Eun realized that she has been taking a lot of time in the kitchen when there are plenty more places to check out. She made a decision to end the conversation soon, although she did enjoy the company while she was there.
The Poet nodded and finished her overly sweet cup of coffee, now that she found a package of mocha, she didn’t need to make do with this sweet coffee. “Uh, yes, I’m keeping note of all the rooms. This is the third one I’ve checked and there’s still plenty of places I have to go to.” She replied, a little distracted, she feels the need to be productive.
She wanted to go out and explore more rooms, as the Poet has always been a curious person. Although she can see that Akimi looked a little happy with her passion for writing. She was glad the Artist enjoyed her small speeches.
Joo-Eun stood up and took her monocup to clean it. She began washing her dishes and sat next to Akimi.
"It's no problem. I enjoyed listening to you speak on a topic you were so passionate about.” Akimi wrote.
“Yeah, I noticed. I’m glad you found entertainment in my small speeches. Not everyone can have that much patience for me.” Joo-Eun joked to Akimi. Although she was right, a lot of people used to tell her that she’s too enthusiastic when it comes to writing. Joo-Eun soon realized that people like those are not worth her time.
“Also, I have to apologize if this seems like a tedious means of doing conversation. To answer your question, it's because I've been deaf from birth. This earpiece was only given to me when I enrolled into Hope's Peak, and so I still find trying to speak an awfully uncomfortable experience.
It's difficult and tedious. And I never liked the way I sound." Akimi explained.
The Poet wasn’t surprised she had put the pieces together even before Akimi told her but she thought it’d be better to have confirmation. She had a calm composure on and smiled. “Ah, I got it. No worries, I had fun talking with you, I happen to like reading more than listening.” Now if only everyone else can just communicate with just writing, life would be so much better. Joo-Eun silently added.
“Although I am glad that Hope’s Peak gave you an earpiece. I’m sure your voice isn’t that bad, I would like to hear it someday.” Joo-Eun stood up and patted Akimi on the head, “I had a fun time talking with you, Miss Akimi, but I need to go now. There are still plenty of rooms that I haven’t checked yet.” She went out of the kitchen,
“Farewell miss Akimi, and I guess I’ll see you around.” She waved farewell and left the room, feeling a little happy with her conversation. Joo-Eun thought that Miss Akimi would make for a great new companion.
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