After School Detention (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:31 pm
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:31 pm
[KENKOU]
[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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( DID HE JUST GIVE HIMSELF A CONCUSSION OH NO OH GEEZE
mafuyu is at his side immediately, trying to check for an injury. )
What was that! Are you okay?
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I'm fine, but I don't think that glass is very breakable...
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( they're trapped then... )
... T-thank you for trying, at least. But also please stop punching things it is not working.
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[ Sighs ]
Well, someone had to have written this stuff. Maybe we can contact them.
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Pats himself down, finding zero guns, or anything else ]
Come to think of it...
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( she stands. but then she sees on her leg- )
What.
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What is it?
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This was not here.
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They-- what, tattooed you?
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( she hadn't felt a thing! and she's still wet from the rain, and yet this- this glowing mark all up her leg is there now and it's-
... really its only her fury at being marked thats keeping her from having a panic attack.
this might change shortly. )
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--We'll figure it out, I promise. That kinda thing can be removed.
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what the fuck.
she tries to steady her breathing, closing her eyes tight before she hides in the jackets again. )
I just wanted to see Kanade... why is this happening...?
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As soon as we get outta here and figure out what's going on, everything'll be fine.
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and then it hits her. they're all- presumably changed, right? then... )
...Y-you might have one, too-
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It's alright. If I do, it doesn't hurt or anything.
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Okay...
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Pulls the omamori out of his pocket with a blank look ]
What is this, anyway...
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It's an omamori. They're good luck charms that provide protection- shrines back home will sell them. Absolutely don't open it!
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--Oh.
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If you open it, it lets out the blessing, making it useless. It's good to have, though- if we're here, and... being changed and marked and things, something to bring a bit of luck and safety is nice.
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D'you believe it works?
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