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Hisakawa Hiroki

Hisakawa felt almost proud for a moment, seemingly having done something right in the interaction. However, that was immediately swept away by Snow coming to fight Mizuno. Any confidence he had had been immediately shut down by yelling, slamming, and crying from around him. Hiroki tensed up completely, letting everyone’s various lectures wash over him.

Despite not having eaten yet, he felt nauseous. He’s failed to really do anything of significance so far—certainly nothing to help. Maybe he could make some grand sweeping statement to everyone, but… well, who the hell would care? What would he even say?

He stood up, silently shuffling about the room to collect used and abandoned dishes. It was nothing really to go clean them off, but it was the only gesture he could think of other than just holing up and staying out of the way.

They were right. Everyone was just wasting time. Hisakawa didn’t want to see anyone die, certainly, but… He was just stuck on the mental image of the fight before. This can’t be what these people are like normally, can it? Surely, in a better setting, they wouldn’t be so harsh to one another. Though, it might be possible that they're just like that.

But it wasn’t like Hisakawa was doing anything to keep the peace. He was just finding an excuse to hide away into the kitchen, tempted to clunk the dishes into the sink, as if making his doubt and frustration with himself audible would somehow fix something. Instead, he placed the dishes in the sink gentle, pulling his sleeves up to scrub the hell out of any remaining crumbs from the faces of plates.


Himura Chikako

Himura was about five seconds away from giving everyone a piece of her damn mind. She was the only one actually trying to do something here. Everyone else just felt like kerfuffling about, fighting about shit that doesn’t matter when they should be focusing on—oh, y’know, escaping.

She squared her shoulders, stance wide, opening her mouth just before Flare told her to just pretend none of this happened. Himura pierced her lips for a moment, before releasing the tension with a pop, “Alright. Yeah. Let’s forget about this. Who gives a shit about getting out of here, anyway!?”

She huffed out some air, trying to cool off some—Flare, at least, wasn’t trying to get in her way, “Whatever. I just want to get out of here, and unless anyone else has any ideas," She said, half addressing the crowd, half addressing Flare, "I'll use my own apparently terrible ideas to do it."


-Ryuma Hitsugami-

Oh, hell, did he actually fall asleep in the middle of the meeting?

In Ryuma’s defense, yesterday was absolutely insane, and this morning wasn’t a whole lot better. He had woken up this morning hoping he’d be back at home, or at Hope’s Peak, with yesterday being some weird dream.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes—now wasn’t the time for that. Ryuma was only vaguely aware of what happened just now, but gathering from his half-asleep memory, it seemed some sort of fighting had gone on. He tried to find Snow in the crowd, but it seemed she wasn’t there. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise him if she was a part of the conflict. That gal certainly had a mouth on her, and she wasn’t afraid to use it. He’ll probably check on her later.

Aurel was a bit difficult to find, but he ended up finding him getting wiped clean of water by some twelve-year-old looking kid. He approached the other man, leaning besides the table as he spoke, “So, we got any idea of what to do here? Can't say I'm too certain, but it doesn't look like everyone is interested in playing nice,” He said. He eyed the short girl. He had to be careful in who he trusted going forward, but it’d just be unreasonable to suspect her of anything. He simply acknowledged her with a nod, before turning his attention back to Aurel.
Himura Chikako

Himura raised an eyebrow at Yukimori, “What part of saying this is insane and unfair sounds stupid? It literally completely is, ‘s why I’m trying to get everyone out of here—I don’t want any part of this murder-game nonsense,” As she spoke, her attention shifted over to the boy that ‘protected’ her yesterday, who was suddenly talking up and down the place about what to do next.

“Hey, Shirou, is it?” She asked, using her legs to push off the side of the table, balancing on the back two legs of her chair, “First of all, hi, thanks for showing up late after I already started to get the ball rolling, super cool of you. Second of all, I’d like to propose my plan for escape! After all, I’m not gonna go so out of my way to get in front of everyone and talk about my great ideas without a plan,” She said, standing up and continuing to speak to this effect, stalling for time as she came up with an idea.

She flipped through information in her head—all of the obvious plans where never gonna work. After all, they were obvious. She would need to come up with something no one would ever reasonably think of…


Hisakawa Hiroki

Hisakawa didn’t really expect anyone to out of their way to talk to him, and especially not Mizuno. He’d have thought she’d go talk to someone else, or maybe just hang out by herself. He didn’t really think she had the patience to deal with him, but there wasn’t any real point on dwelling on it now—she was already here.

He had been listen to the conversation between everyone as it progressed, and, well… there was some sense of progress, at least, but there weren’t any good ideas being thrown out yet.

Hisakawa focused his attention of Mizuno. She was abrasive, certainly, but he didn’t really find her scary or anything. If he made himself open to her, she might find some use in him. Maybe it was a dumb thing to hope for, but he had no reason to give up yet, really. If she wasn’t interested in using him, he could easily drop it and get out of her space.

“Well,” He began, somewhat quietly, before being interrupted by a loud, confident shout.

“We’ll just dig under the fence!” Himura exclaimed, her smile beaming and her stance displaying an incredible degree of confidence.

“... Yeah, I don’t think… I don’t think they have any clue what’s going on,” Hisakawa said cautiously, trying to gauge Mizuno’s response.
Himura Chikako

Himura shifted her gaze at the handful of people that have given her their support thus far, taking their words into consideration.

“Well! I’m glad I have some of y’all’s support! Great to have you all aboard—I’m sure the rest of you are just shy, so I can just go on with the show…”

Himura, admittedly, wasn’t exactly sure what to do next, or what had happened in the last several hours she had been unconscious, or even who most of these people were, but she was fairly confident she could say something sensical… at least somewhat.

“Well, I think uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh…” She quickly pulled out her monopad and flipped through students, trying to match the face of the girl she didn’t recognize to a name, “Taya has an excellent point! It would only make sense to wait for other people to get here before we get everything in order. Once we compile everything we know, then we can figure out just how exactly we’re getting out of here. In the meantime, I’mma chow down!”

Himura grabbed a sandwich, analyzing where to sit amongst the people for the few minutes she would have to wait. Mean girl (Momoe?) and tired-looking guy (Hiroki??????) probably wouldn’t be all that fun to hang around—hell, the guy looked kinda like he was trying to not shit himself. Taya and robe guys (Iiiiiizoooo? Izo) seemed to be alright, and she knew at least one of them supported her plan. There were a few stragglers just sort of hanging out, and then she settled on her target, after taking a moment to establish her name— Yukimori Maiya.

She gestured for Flare to follow her, before grabbing a chair next to Yukimori, “Hey, ‘sup? You seem cool. So, uh… What do you think about all this stuff?”
Hisakawa Hiroki

Hisakawa didn’t sleep at all last night. No matter how many times he repeated the mantra that his door was locked, he had the key, and that he would be fine, anxiety fueled his insomnia, keeping him up throughout the evening. At one point in the evening he even left to shower and calm his nerves, but all he did was use creaks and the sound of his shampoo bottle falling over to fuel paranoia of someone being there.

By two, he had given up, and was more or less wasting the hours until daylight with busywork. His room was by no means dirty, as it was almost completely unlived in, but he dusted things off, made his bed, and found six different ways to organize the clothes in his closet.

He also dedicated some time to memorize the faces and names of the other students. He wondered what it was like if Aurel was right and they really had been in school together, but he concluded it probably wasn’t much different than it was now. Replace the anxiety of being locked up in Camp Death run by Murder Bear with the anxiety of leaving home and going to a fancy school, and that’s what you’d get. It certainly sounded better than here, though.

Eventually, he got up and made his was to the mess hall, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He rarely slept a whole eight hours, and it wasn’t unusual for him to stay up through the night, but for some reason it was hitting him really hard right now. It’s not like he couldn’t function or whatever, but it bugged him so much he almost didn’t stop himself from making a remark when he saw Mizuno staring at him as he entered the mess hall. What is she doing staring at people like that anyway?

He sat down as far from the others as he could get himself and shook his head of that thought, not even looking at the food despite his stomach rumbling. He frowned as he stared into the table—he really thought he was over that childish bullshit, but maybe he was expecting too much out of himself...

Well, if he can find some tea or coffee or something later he'll drink that, and for now he'll just worry about doing what he can to help out.


Himura Chikako

It took a lot of emotional fortitude to get herself out of bed—as it turns out, waking up in a mysterious place and getting shot can take a lot out of you. Plus, she was used to her mom coming to wake her up in the morning, and not having that was… weird.

Well, it didn’t entirely matter, because she knew that if anybody could escape this place, it would be her, and no amount of gunshot wounds or murderous children would stop her.

Taking in a deep breath, she exited her cabin. She rarely dealt with big, important things these days, but she was fairly certain she could connect to people in a sincere and meaningful way while also handling the big issues at hand. Yeah, she’s got this.

“Flare! What are you doing out here, girl? C’mon, we got a meeting to go to!” Himura stopped only briefly on her march to the mess hall to lecture her friend, bit quickly picked up momentum to finish the last few steps, “Cute birds, though!”

She slammed open the door, regrettably not putting her full force of will into it due to her injured arm, “Good morning, everybody!” She said, hopefully bringing everyone’s attention to her.

“Thank you all for attending this meeting—team unity is important after all,” Himura said, only barely remembering the meeting herself, and aware she didn’t organize it, “As sure as the sun rises in the west, if we stick together, we’ll get out of this situation in no time at all! My goal is to get out of here safe and sound, and if you all follow after me, I promise I’ll help you all do exactly that!” She finished her small speech with a grand smile and a Wonder Woman stance, waiting for the support her peers are sure to offer.
And thus, the day wraps up with the students eventually taking care of their wounded—well, mostly. Their collective experience failed to make a whole doctor, so after a while they were mercifully relieved of their medical duties by Monokuma. Other students left to explore the camp, turning up a great many deal of things, but no sign of escape.


Monokuma Theatre

I was talking with this girl I had known since elementary school.
We hadn’t gotten along particularly well, but we sat next to each other, so we did everything together!
I went to her house practically every week,
And I cried when we went to different high schools!
But you wanna know the weird thing?
I didn’t remember her name at all!
How is it that someone who was so important to me for so long
Suddenly wasn’t even worth remember the most basic thing about?
Welp! I guess that’s life for ya!


The sun rises, and the students are awoken with the loud blaring of the bear’s voice over the intercom. Looks like it wasn’t some sort of weird dream...
Mizuno Momoe, Usui Ayu, and Hisakawa Hiroki

“Oi. The hell are you gawking at?”

Hisakawa jumped a little, quickly turning to see the girl from before (Usui Ayu, he was pretty sure) and another girl he only vaguely recognized, who seemed to have addressed him. He muttered a bit, as if his tongue was tripping over itself. He really wasn’t expecting to see anyone besides Yukimori, and it took him awhile to speak clearly and recover from the surprise, “Um, well, I’m gathering supplies to help the injured. Some of the things we need should be in here. Of course, this is Yukimori’s property, so I’m waiting here so she can let me in, as she said I should. After all, it’s rude to enter somebody’s property without their permission, especially a lady’s.”

He kept his attention locked on the door and shifted his weight a little bit. He tightened his arms closer to his chest, consequentially bringing the first aid kit closer to him, as if making himself smaller will somehow bring the attention off of him, “I guess I got a little lost in thought though. I apolo— uh,” Hisakawa didn’t even finish his sentence, as the new girl simply bypassed him entirely. He wasn’t totally sure how to respond to that, until he realized she was intent on entering the lab.

“Um, I don’t mean to— that’s not—uh, shouldn’t you wait for Yukimori?”

“Give it a rest. Nothing here’s ‘our property,’ much less hers. I don’t intend to wait on anyone,” The girl bit back. She glanced over her shoulder at Hisakawa, her one eye narrowed.

“Don’t just take everything here for granted.”

Those were the girl’s final words of warning to Hisakawa before strolling back over the door, opening it and entering the building without any regard to his words.

“Mmm… I think you should follow,” Usui chimed in from next to Hisakawa. He turned his head to look at her, seeing her stare back with her head tilted. Just about everything was telling him this was an awful idea—everything except the two girls there telling him to go in and invade Yukimori’s own property. Or, not property. Whatever they wanted to call it, he walked into the building with his head down, faintly able to hear Usui’s soft steps behind him.

Inside, Hisakawa could tell the taller girl was already rummaging through all kinds of junk, shamelessly tossing it onto the floor. She looked to have taken notice of him, because she’d turned her head back again.

“What? Not waiting for your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” He said, suppressing a sigh. He had a feeling he was going to be the one cleaning everything up, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop messing with it, “I just don’t want to do anything to upset anyone.”

As he said that, he began to pick up abandoned containers and refill them with their contents the best he could, trying not to get in the girl’s way while doing so.

“So, the hell you come here for, anyway? Said you were lookin’ for something?”

The girl paused her rummaging and turned fully to face Hisakawa, both hands stuck into her coat’s side pockets.

“Yes. I came to find some materials that will work as a needle and thread,” Hisakawa responded, keeping his focus on the task in front of him.

“I see,” came the response out of her. A moment later, Hisakawa flinched from something being tossed in front of his face. The object made a ‘Clack!’ sound when it hit the floor, and when he turned to look, it turned out to be a half-used roll of pink sewing thread.

“Found it earlier. Can’t say I’ve come across a needle yet, though.”

Hisakawa picked up the spool, examining it before putting it in his pocket, “Thank you very much. I appreciate your help,” He said, refocusing on the clean up efforts, “Although, you don’t need to worry about what I’m doing, it’s my job, after all.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Have fun with that,” the girl answered dismissively. Hisakawa could hear her footsteps echo through the cabin and the door shut soon after, leaving only him and Usui in the room. She crouched down next to him and started to help him pick up some of the objects on the floor.

“You’re bad with girls… right?”

“Uh… y-yeah,” Hisakawa said, pausing in order to find the best way to word what he was about to say, “Girls just, uh, I don’t know, I get all tense. I don’t really like upsetting people, girls especially, but I seem to be really good at doing exactly that. At least I’m better with that now… I think,” He shoved a restocked container back into its proper place, moving on to the next collection of items. Usui walked past him and started to ruffle through a different one.

“I think… you should be careful. People might… take advantage of that. Someone like me, or... her.” Hisakawa looked over to her, his mouth having difficulty forming words.

“I… What do you mean by that?”

Usui didn’t answer. She looked to have found what she was looking for, though, and stared at it for a few seconds. Usui turned and walked over to Hisakawa.


She put a small metal object in his hands, before walking past him and towards the exit.

Hisakawa watched her leave for a moment, before looking down to see the needle she had put in his hand. He stared at it, as if taking a moment to process it, “... Thank you for your help.” Usui paused.


After saying that, the girl opened the cabin’s door and walked through, leaving Hisakawa alone in Yukimori’s lab.

That was… kind of weird, and Hisakawa wasn’t sure what to think of it. He took the spool from his pocket, examining the two objects he had been given. If he brought them back to the group, they would know he had gone into Yukimori’s space when she said to wait. He didn’t want to see unappreciative of the help or anything, but… Well, they wouldn’t know, right?

As he finished packing up the materials that got knocked to the floor, he stuck the thread and needle into one of the boxes. It was maybe a bit of a waste of time, but the idea of how mad Yukimori might get if she knew he had come in just wasn’t worth risking. He opened the door, checking that no one was out there, and once more waited in front of the building.
Hisakawa Hiroki

Hisakawa listened as Yukimori spoke, nodding along with what she said, “Okay, I’m going to go ahead. I don’t think I’ll be much help with the relocation process. I wanted to go look for supplies in other places too, anyway.”

With that, Hisakawa made his way out of the amphitheater and on the path to the sports supply cabin—and honestly, thank God. The stress of the day was starting to get to him, and the sooner he could have some time alone, the better. People were overwhelming.

He wasn’t going slow or anything, because he was actually doing something important, but he would exhaust himself by running, so he walked at a pretty rigorous pace. Perhaps it was kind of a dick move to leave everybody else to handle the actual injured people, but he was actually helping, yeah? And he wasn’t going to be much help when they no doubt could have carried everyone themselves, and it would make sense to get supplies as soon as possible. Of course, just cause that’s what he thinks doesn’t mean that’s right…

But that’s not something he’s got to be so worried about right now. It’s something he could answer to later. Right now, he could take a moment look at trees and feel the air, and whatever other things people do when walking outside—without dally, of course. He opened the door to the sports cabin with little affair, searching for a light switch even in the relative brightness of the sunlight beaming in through the windows.

He didn’t stick around long—he let his eyes wander over the various pieces of sports equipment, smiling at the memory of a few different sports he tried as a kid. He was almost tempted to pick up a basketball from a collection kept in the corner, but ultimately decided against it, knowing it wasn’t his stuff and that now wasn’t the time. Soon enough he found the first aid kit. It was smaller than he expected, but as he opened it up, checking for bandages and disinfectants, he found that it would do.

He exited the cabin, turning the light off as he left, and pulled out the monopad to double-check the location of Yukimori’s lab. He doesn’t know what to expect to find in there, but, he figured, chances are he’d find something to work as a needle and something to work as a thread. Maybe something to work as better bandages—the ones in the first aid kit were probably not meant for bullet wounds.

He stood outside of Yukimori’s lab, holding the first aid kit in his arms. He stood upright and tried to pay attention around him, not wanting to seem inattentive. Not being home was weird, and being around all these new people was scary, and he was by no means super comfortable or relaxed, but… right now, he had a few merciful moments to not think about it so hard, having no choice but to sit and wait anyways.
Hisakawa Hiroki

…Smart? He thinks I’m smart? What gives him that idea?

Hisakawa was temporarily lost in the turmoil of wondering how, exactly, someone thought he was smart, but if stopped freaking out for two seconds, it’d make sense. After all, his talent was related to being a good student, which is definitely misleading. He’s not smart, he just knows how to pay attention, and how to reproduce the information—though even then, that’s begun to fail him.

Well, in any case, the internal logic of his world was set back in order. Just in time for him to notice the entire conversation had gone on without him. He should probably point out that he had totally tuned out of that last part there—though, actually, it might be better if he worried about the pressing medical concerns that he was now partially responsible for. Was it really a good idea for him to have volunteered for this? Sure, he knew something about biology, but he was no professional. He really should have just left it to better suited people, but no, he had to get all prissy because he didn’t want to talk to Aurel, which didn’t make much of a difference since Aurel was part of it now, anyway.

Currently, the plan seemed rather nebulous and people seemed to be talking it out, but more than anything, Hisakawa was anxious to tend to the wounded as soon as possible and then go have a breakdown somewhere. Though, what he should be more worried about is the wounded themselves, and how they really needed to get tended to now. He doesn’t want to interrupt discussion going on, but he needed to get something done, at least. He gave it a moment of thought, trying to think of what he could do, before settling on a plan.

“I'll grab supplies. I'm not super fast or anything, but I, uh…” It was a bit of a risk, potentially overselling himself, but he felt he could probably do this right, “I can get what we need. Stuff to suture and clean the wounds, and get the bullet out.” He pulled his monopad out, using his map to find where he would go for the supplies, planning out a route in his head. There’s was probably a first aid kit somewhere, but that wouldn’t have stuff to suture. Where would... hmm...

A frown came to his face, “Um…” He looked up, looking up to find the face he was looking for. His gaze soon settled on her, before quickly darting to pretty much anywhere except directly at her, “Uh, Yukimori, right? Um, I was thinking I’d go to your lab for some stuff, but I don't want to go into your space without your permission. So, if it's alright with you, may I go through your lab to get the supplies? Uh, I understand if you don't trust me to. You can come with me to make sure I don't mess anything up, if you want. Or, you know, you can handle it yourself, also.”

However she responded, he soon after made his way to grab whatever he could.
Hey check it out it's my opinions. I can't make predictions on how long they will live, so instead I included ominous allusions to the fact that they might die at some point. Unfortunately, there's also a lot that I can't say due to spoilers, so if these opinions seemed half-baked, that's why.

@Ammokkx Awwwwww thanks! I'm glad you think so- a lot of my GM knowledge is theoretical, so I'm happy to see it's paying off. But, y'know, I noticed you missed somebody in all your gushing: yourself! (I know you wouldn't really do that on this kind of thing but my transition doesn't work otherwise soooooooo)

You've been an absolute pleasure to work with in the RP- and hell, without you, it wouldn't even exist anymore. And I know everyone likes to joke about how you're this real negative asshole (especially yourself), but I actually think your an incredible source of positivity on the Discord, even if you sometimes get into arguements about this thing or that. Plus, I have a lot of respect for you as a writer- I think you say a lot of smart things about people's writing, and whenever you've thrown criticism my way I've always thought "yeah, that's fair and it makes sense why you'd say that."

So, you know, thanks for joining my RP and saying nice things about me on the internet, and uuuuuuuuuuh I hope this wasn't too cheesy for ya, I like to think I showed some constraint.
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