detentionroom | [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]

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[ she eyes his arm, clearly thinking ]

Does it come off?

Well, yeah?

You won't mind if we have to borrow it?

I would mind very much?? I can do stuff with it when it's attached to me, y'know...

Can't it hit harder if it's being swung with two hands? Like a club.

--Get your own.

Alright, alright.

[ bending down to pick up a broken-off desk leg ]

If they had left us our weapons this wouldn't even be a problem.

[ Decides to hang out like one step further back than before ]

I'm sure we can talk it out with... whoever. I mean, they could've hurt us when they brought us here, but they didn't.

I don't think we should give them any brownie points for not doing the worst thing they could when they had the opportunity.

Other than changing our clothes and tattooing us and god knows what else...

( BITTER. )

It's already unforgivable.

No?

[ LOOKS AT HIM ]

No. Absolutely not. Are you an idiot?

Up for debate, I think.

The debate seems pretty one-sided.

[ shrugs lmao ]

No time to sweat the small stuff.

[ you are so worrying my dude ]

Just be careful. And don't trust strangers.

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Well I definitely don't trust spooky ghosts.

Especially not ones that might have kidnapped you.

Right?

Right??

Those're the only spooky ghosts I know, currently.

Alright, so no "talking things out" with them.

You can still talk to people, even if you don't trust 'em. How else would you ever know if you've misunderstood something?

That's fair in some situations but if they're the spooky ghosts that just kidnapped us and are holding us against our will?

If they wanna be all peaceful about this they have some explaining to do.

Mmmm, an apology would be nice.

I want them grovelling.

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