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detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:33 pm
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:33 pm
[KATSUMORI]
[You needed an escape.
For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?
You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.
And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]
DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.
[. . . you are not alone]
[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]
[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]
[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]
For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?
You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.
And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]
DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.
[. . . you are not alone]
[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]
[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]
[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]
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Because if he wasn't... then where would he be? ]
I couldn't tell you, unfortunately.
[ His frown deepens further. ]
And your travel partner isn't one of the people here?
[ That's a different kind of concerning. ]
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[looking around with a frown]
At any rate... The door is locked, and I don't see anything that could break the windows, so our options for leaving seem fairly limited for the time being.
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Because he is assuming and determined that they will get out of this room.
Zuo Le's brows furrow as he moves to look at the window once again, even though he has yet to be able to penetrate past the darkness so far. ]
The desks are solid enough we could attempt to smash them open with them if needed, though it may take a few tries.
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Worth a try, at the very least.
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Allow me. When the glass breaks there's a risk of getting cut by a shard, so it would be better for you to stand back some.
[ It's fine if he gets sliced up a little though. ]
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Why is that more acceptable for you...?
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I...
[ It is a fair question though. ]
My job requires a certain degree of risk of injury, so I'm accustomed to this sort of thing.
[ Also natural inclinations to put himself in harm's way over others. ]
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[she won't argue about something like this with someone she doesn't know, but she'll watch curiously to see what happens when he tries to break the window.]
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[ He'll move to the window that seems the furthest away from the rest of their fellow captives, testing his grip on it for a moment, before deciding that holding it by the legs feels the most natural fit.
Taking a few seconds to look carefully at the window, Zuo Le swings the desk backwards, before smashing it full force against the window with all the strength he can muster.
As it turns out, that's a lot of strength! People from his world are notably stronger than a regular human from Earth, and Zuo Le trains harder than your average, everyday Terran too.
This is all to say that while the window is obviously just fine, that desk sure isn't. The good news is that most of the desks in this room are busted to pieces already, and maybe now they know why.
He's left standing there holding two disembodied desk legs now as the rest of it falls smashed to the floor around him.
So... that didn't work. He will look awkwardly towards the girl he was just talking to. ]
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Well, it was a worthwhile attempt.
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The room itself seems to be made of sturdy stuff, even if the things inside of it aren't.
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I wonder if that was another attempt at escape.
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If it was, then...
[ It doesn't bode well for their chances out. ]
If we had any tools we might try to make our way out through the walls. They seem to have more give to them than the door and windows.
[ His tone is just a little wry as he makes that comment. ]
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At this point, I think our best choice is to answer this question and see what happens from there. They can't keep us in this room indefinitely without us starving or dying of thirst, and if they wanted us dead, they could have killed us while we were being transported.
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If they don't want us dead, then is there any point in working with whoever is behind all of this?
[ There's a stubborn set to his jaw after he finishes asking that question. It's not as if they actually know who brought them here though, or if any of the small traces of humanity other than themselves are in any way involved in their strange landing in this classroom ]
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Perhaps I was unclear when I said answering the question, a moment ago. I meant answering with a "no". I'm certainly not inclined to give them my name.
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We should ask the others, but I'm inclined to agree with you. We should get it over with now, and see what happens next.