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Trial | In The End, Did You Really Change? | Chitose | [RE: everything]

In a lighter timeline where they were here for prizes and not murder, Chitose realizes he would be the most ignorant person around. He still is, and his face contorts wildly in reaction to everyone talking for the last while, trying his best to make sense of it.

“I’m not going to pretend like I knew anything like ever. Murders were the easier thing for me to understand around here somehow. Ne, that’s kiiiiinda messed up!”

The idol sighs, hand still on his hip. A weight is thrown off his shoulders. He knows that, though the heart still feels empty.

Even in the basement, he worked without knowing really what was ever going on.

“I’m not really the type to say this kinda stuff with any kinda REALNESS behind it, but… Thanks. Especially to you Kagemori-kun and Aikawa-kun. Chitose-kun knows where he’s voting now.”

He scratches his nose, frowning and furrowing his brow for having given thanks at all. He seems to mouth something to Red and Hinata as well, a more silent thank you.

Feeling a bit red-faced as he dwells on his words more and more though, he eventually levels a harsh glare to no one in particular and gives an explosive burst of yelling.

“If all the stars align to tell me we’re all fools and missing something, I’ll make you all pay eventually! Hauntings for all of us!!”

In the end, a porcupine still has its quills.

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Trial | Trying Chances | Chitose | [RE: Red / ATTN: ALL]

Never underestimate the assertiveness of someone who’s so sleep-deprived that they’ve lost their inhibitions, it seems. At least, if it turns out their deduction of who this case’s culprit ends up correct.

That should’ve been it, Chitose thinks, except for Red’s interjection into the trial that was decidedly less murder related.

“Huh. So you’re saying you’re toooootally fine with the consequences?”

He says it with no smile despite his typical taunting tone.

“You DO realize that one of us could die or get hurt some other way if we mess this up, right? Unless you’re suggesting it’s totally fine to get things wrong, because let’s say somebody dies when we do that. Then not only would we realize the person we all accused of being the captor ISN’T them but also the person they execute isn’t ‘em, right? Riiiight?

"That’s hunky dory and all, but you also think there’s multiple snakes, right? Soooo it’d be super hard to vote correct on that. I bet it’d be an all-or-nothing thing with our votes.”

He casts a cursory glance at all the other remaining students at the trial.

“So who here thinks they’ve got info that’s worth stretching their neck for, huh? Who’s got the balls to bet on it? Besides Red-kun apparently.”

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Trial | Hot-Seat | Chitose | [RE: Atsuko, Kaz]

At first when he’s addressed by the scholastic ambassador, Chitose’s eyes flicker with a pinch of pure surprise, his eyebrows raising all the while as he just looks as her dumbly. What was she getting all pissed for?

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh.

When the realization dawns on him, Chitose recovers to be wearing his signature smarmy grin again.

“Wooow, you know Fujimoto-kun, I wasn’t the one who accused your girlfriend. That’s more on YOU really.”

“I mean, Kagemori-kun just was talking about the wounds Mickey-kun suffered, saying how someone with knowledge on that kind of stuff should speak up. I just pointed us in the direction of people who could fit that bill.”

He snickers.

“See? I was actually saying your girlfriend could be suuuuper helpful or whatever, but you’re the one who made her look like a shady person! Not that I’m saying she’s the killer just cause you’re hopping on the white knighting business. How lame would that be?”

Now onto the other details. Kaz on the other hand seemed to take his statement way better, though that wasn’t what Chitose was going to address.

“And just who’s gonna admit they were awake late last night? Wouldn’t that just be holding up a sign being like ‘Wow, hi guys! Vote for me!!!!!’? No one’s THAT dumb, I’d hope.”

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Trial | A Flick of the Wrist | Chitose | [ATTN: ALL, Kazunari, Koharu / RE: Kagemori]

Well, this just seemed a little unfair. The idol’s eyes squint a bit as he listens to Kagemori speaks, a little peeved at this new information being given to him. Though the fact he didn’t have the information that Kagemori had presented made him pouty, he guesses it’s four murders too late to be make a big fuss over this.

He tries his best to shake it off and adopt a more calm, self-assured expression as he speaks up.

“Sooo… let’s not beat around the bush, yeah? By medical know-how, you mean you want Aikawa-kun to speak up, right? Though Amashiro-kun has some weirdo obsession with knives, so maybe that works too.”

Even if Kagemori didn’t mean it, might as well throw things into forward progression.

“Anyway, I don’t get the point of this part but there was a vase and stand knocked over between the staircase and the lounge on the first floor. Pretty useless to be in a rush if your victim can’t even move, ne?”

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Cheap Thrill | Chitose | Group Fashion Show Three

Another fashion show and surely likely to be another motive soon afterwards if a pattern was beginning to be established. Still, he needed to at least do the routine. If the punishment was to be a repeat as well, that wasn’t something he’d like to be inflicted upon him: not when that partly contributed to death the last time. One must learn from the mistakes of others.

The idol’s expression is stern, something growing more and more true with each passing day in this setting. He can’t say he’s ever been in an action movie before, but the robots told them to just concentrate on being funny or cool – that he could understand for this at least.

Chitose takes to the runway, a jog as part of his movements and when he gets to the first halfway point, he performs a high-kick that leads into him twirling a bit above the ground, twisting his body as he rotates in the air before he falls back to the ground with a surprisingly competent landing. His right palm touches the ground with his fingers splayed out and his other hand is reaching out towards his side. It’s a bit of a shinobi-like dodging move– or at least, that’s the best comparison he can make.

He collects himself, shooting straight up and crosses forward to the end of the runway. He takes off one of his hairclips and tosses it high up in the air, performing a spin as he waits for it to fall back down before he catches it mid-fall with a dexterous hand. By the time he gets to a stand still again, he has fastened it back onto his hair.

He takes the time to turn and progress back to the last checkpoint, back still turned towards the judges, before he looks back. He has one fist on his hip and the other hand goes up to push up the anime shades on the bridge of his nose to try and have a last ‘cool guy’ ending moment before he takes his exit off the runway.

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Follow the... || CH.3 Mini Event (Pt.I)

A couple of days had passed since the rather… tense trial. By now, everyone’s had time to try and settle more on where they stood about their ordeal and what they wanted to do in the future.

But later in the evening, around 6PM, something seemed different about the hallway. The first to notice was none other than Kaz, who was returning from spending some time in the nearby lounge. Koharu, moving from her room to get herself dinner, stopped as the difference caught her eye as well. Red, coming from just cooking in the kitchen, stumbled upon the others and the new discovery.

“Does this belong to any of you?”

Red remarks, motioning to the mess.

“Nope, don’t think so. I think I’d know if I was bleeding.”

Koharu stands back up as she continues to examine the ground.

“I don’t bleed.” Kaz says offhandedly.

Chitose is the last to arrive, calling after the Decorative Knotter.

“Hey!! Just cause you’re tall doesn’t mean you should be walking so fas–" 

His words cut off as he stares at what the others had found. 

”…We didn’t have a motive I just missed, right? I’m not THAT out of it?“

There was a light trail of blood leading to the upper floors.

"Unless we all got knocked out for the better part of the day, I would say no… Should we check it out?”

Together, the group of four moves carefully upstairs - following this alarming new trail. The mysterious path, accompanied with some odd scuff marks, leads all the way to the top of the currently accessible floors. At every landing, the crimson seemed to pool a little before moving on, creating a clear path around the corner and towards the end of the hallway where the Chaperone’s Offices and The Conference Room were set.

At the end of the floor, they see a dark, unmoving lump sprawled on the ground…

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Trial | Power of Friendship | Chitose | [RE: Rika, Kaz, Mickey]

“A clean knife in the lounge? Why even bother? If it was gonna be clean anyway, just stickin’ it in the kitchen would be fine and dandy, wouldn’t it? Gaaaah, killer-kun, you’re such a pain!”

The idol was beyond exasperated at the mystery of the missing weapon being solved. A solution was nice, yes, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Speaking of people I don’t understand, isn’t Fujimoto-kun,” the boy puts up a ‘V’ symbol with one of his hands to signal ’victim’ as he continues to speak, “weird for heading to the kitchen if he just got stabbed? We have an infirmary!”

“I don’t care how much you trust somebody! Go get some bandages first or something and clean the mess on YOU.”

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baggage | chitose | [RE: motive]

Everyone had something to hide. That was inevitable. Even the most honest person in the world can’t escape it. White lies or a lapse in memory could explain this fault, but it was just human to keep secrets – so the idol believed.

The problem with it is that the average human, in his mind, would have a multitude of secrets. Each of course held different degrees of severity, but when there were multiple options, then this meant that someone who somehow stumbled upon entire truths had their pick.

This became a guessing game, in essence. What kind of dirty laundry was being spillt forth? There were several pressing concerns: yet another chaperone was tossed away from them, Mina’s fate currently up in the air. Murder was yet again given an incentive. There still had yet to be a clear way ( or hell, an obtuse way he had stumbled upon or was willing to reach for ) to escape. And now this?

The second round of secrets comes, and he’s not exactly sure if there’s a common theme. Identity, maybe? Two people who aren’t quite exactly who they seem to be if he had to put his finger on it.

Just what does that mean for him? 

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A Little Older | Chitose | Group Fashion Show Two

Chitose may not have proven himself in the last group fashion show like he wanted to, but the mascots have at least been acnowledging that he has skill! He’s got to take that as something, right? He can’t be moody over a half-success, half-failure. If he did, he’d just be unable to do his work here.

Use your failures to motivate yourself, not drag yourself down.

Chitose has less to work with than less time though. He never considered his appeal to be fancy to begin with, and he’s aware that his clothes don’t really give off that vibe either. Though good clothes aren’t everything, they certainly helped.

He fixes his flower embroidered scarf, attempting to wear something more mature despite his boyish looks. Fancy is… mature, right? Mature is fancy? Or is fancy just gaudy?

The idol walks with poise, steps carefully made and his back straightened. His posture speaks volumes of the confidence he doesn’t think he has for this theme. When he makes it to the halfway point for the first time, he starts off with a simple introductory move by performing a bow. As he does it, his right hand is outstretched slightly upwards and his left hand in front of him does a bit of a twirl before it falls over his heart. He holds it for a few moments before rising up, adjusting his scarf and continuing his walk.

It is at the end when he is in front of the judges that he stops and holds one hand over his heart and the other skyward. He pantomimes reaching for the light and then grabbing something and also bringing it closely to his heart, creating a symmetrical pose overall as he closes his eyelids. He looks serene.

When he flutters his eyes open again, he resumes his walk with an exaggerated turn, his scarf swishing dramatically consequently.

The brunet arrives at the halfway point for the second and final time in his performance, and he thrusts an arm out quickly to his side, turning his face to look back at the mascots in profile behind him. He uses the same hand he threw out and moves it to his hip, his face cold and stoic.

He turns his head back to where he’s walking and then makes his way off the runway, uncertain but hopeful.

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pastel and monochromatic dream | chitose | group fashion show one

The look that Chitose had had on his face prior to stepping onto the runway was very uncute– or perhaps it WAS cute to somebody but it wasn’t cute enough for him. He feels a crease between his brows, a beginning of a scowl on his face. An uncharacteristically dark expression for someone who should feel right at home with the theme but it was precisely because of what it was that made him feel the way he did.

He had always thought himself the cutest, worked hard to be the cutest, got told he was the cutest, and then it was all pulled under the rug for him. He had been put at a disadvantage having to no longer be able to rely on women’s clothing and pretty wigs to make him a darling little angel, but then when he was scouted for Hope’s Peak Most Excellent, they had categorized him as a funny type student.

He was being told he wasn’t cute enough. Not in comparison to those five.

What could he be if he wasn’t good enough at the one thing he sold himself for? The stakes had already been high enough for him before blood and punishment had become a part of it. If he failed here now…

What WAS he?

He slaps himself lightly on the cheeks and prepares his trademark smirk. His eyes are hollow but his smile is as charming as he had trained it to be. He fixes the little hair bow on his head ( as if he could really– they stood up straight on their own, but he needed to feel as if he had SOME control over this situation ) and pulls up his thigh high striped socks before folding the shorts he was wearing over top of them.

It wasn’t quite the outfit he would’ve picked entirely, but he had to make one revolving around these two items. He had to.

When he walks out and begins his show, he tries to keep his head high and his gaze trained on the judges. This is for them– not for the world, not for anyone who loved him, not even for anyone who could love him.

At the midway point, he gives a twirl, arms out wide at his sides, and finishes the full rotation with a lean – moreso an ever so slight dip down really – fowards and effortlessly transitions it into a ghost of a curtsy. He pantomimes lifting the edge of a skirt with one hand and uses his other arm to gesture in front of him like he was doing a bow: a mix of femininity and masculinity in one scene.

He rises to stand tall again and resumes his walk but this time it’s a bit more dainty in feeling. His steps almost seem lighter, his strides wider. He makes it to the end of the runway and it turns out that that change in gait was a preparation for his next pose, for when he makes it, he gives a slight hop in the air to match the rabbit-like quality of the hair accessory he’s wearing. He does another spin, this time in the air, and when he lands, he strikes his stance: he’s not facing the judges head-on, and he looks to be in the middle of running the way he looks; he lands with one leg still up and its corresponding arm raised high in the air as if he’s reaching for the skies. His other hand is balled up in a fist close to his heart to communicate a coy modesty, and he’s even winking as his mouth is agape with a big smile. He looks like he’s having a bit of fun.

The pose does not last long, and it seamlessly flows into his continued journey. He had held it just for a bit longer than a normal action before he does a slow twirl and starts his walk back. His walk back does not carry the same daintiness that it had before.

Midway through, he turns his head back but not his body wholly. With his hand returned over his heart, he looks over his shoulder back towards the judges with an innocent look upon his countenance. His smile is shy, certainly not of his kingly gimmick, but his big eyes might lend themselves to this look he figures. He brings his other hand up in front of his lips as if to communicate that he’s too shy to stare and after a moment of false hesitation, he blows a kiss with that hand as the guide to his hot air. He closes his palm again in front of his mouth and he mimics soft, soundless giggles before he turns away and then leaves the runway via the stairs.

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[ Pink and Blue Pastel Striped Socks ]

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and then everything stops | chitose | [ RE: prolo end ]

“………”

Huang Xiaozhu is gone.

When Chitose had repeatedly referred to the situation he was in as “being confined,” he had yet to truly understand what being confined would really be– that he would actually be taken to an entire new level of imprisonment and shut out.

He’s grateful that the robots are supposedly not armed with more interesting, more advanced features, but he supposes they were given the ability to take a life.

“I’m… I’m not gonna be stopped here! Never!!”

He’s yelling to no one in particular. Part of him tells him the robots really wouldn’t care, but the carnal part of him wants to just yell. Scream. Let it out.

He can’t die here.

His steps are hurried and take him away, running to find out if what the mascots told them was truly the truth: if their threats were an unfortunate reality.

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Haha what’s a timely reply god I’m so fucking tired? Anyway, Yuuna seemed positively starstruck by Chitose’s reaction, hands clasping as she bounced up and down in response to him somehow pronouncing a heart symbol. How did he do that? How was he so cool?

(“azura he didn’t LITERALLY do that” shut up i’m a serious roleplayer)

“Oh, the door’s locked? That’s strange. I thought we were supposed to explore as much as we wanted?”

Forgetting about the sanctity of the boys’ dressing room, Yuuna darted over to said door, rapping experimentally on the wood. Or metal. Or whatever material the door’s made out of.

“Mm, it says ‘Stylists Only,’ but that’s even stranger… Is something important in there? Ah! Or maybe it’s a test?! I don’t know how to pick locks, but there’s got to be a key somewhere!”

She nodded, sound in her logic, unsound as it was.

If that ain’t the biggest hecking mood. Regardless, Yuuna’s clear enthusiasm was definitely not missed. If anything, it even seemed like she was willing to go with his mischief albeit in a more logical way than just simply roughhousing the door. She seemed level-headed and perky-- a good but rare combination in his eyes. Maybe he’d have to pay his respects to a shrine when he left Hope’s Peak Most Excellent’s grounds, give them a nice donation for blessing him with such good fortune.

“Oh man... it sure is a shame neither of us can pick the lock... But then we’d get in really big trouble once they realized it, riiiight?”

He wonders if this is going to send her into a panic or if she’d be surprisingly calm. How weird it was to be interested in seeing someone else’s reaction as opposed to being on the side where people were looking forward to seeing his face. 

It wasn’t an unenjoyable feeling, he supposes.

“A hidden key? I’ll start lookin’ then.” 

He doesn’t truly believe he’d find anything like a key to save his curiosity, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to make the experience fun and so he begins with climbing onto the sofa and trying to look underneath the various photographs on the wall.

“Who are you anyway? Chitose-kun doesn’t think he’s quite caught your name~”

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Red mulled over what Chitose said. It wasn’t the first time he’s heard of it. He was well-aware of that fact. It was a difficult truth to handle. Fragile. Laughing. Crying. Human emotions were so complex. Though, he supposed the most troublesome part of humans was how guarded they could be, lying and veiling their thoughts. It made everything complicated, even more so when trying to decipher it.

“I… see.”

He began slowly. It would also explain the array of expressions that flickered on the idol’s face earlier too.

“How do you feel then, Hamaguchi-san?”

The third lesson was thankfully one he already had committed down. Good posture meant proper posture. It meant upholding one’s reputation and image. Anything less was considered an embarrassment. For him at least. As for others, he considered body language to be important. It could tell plenty about a person.

“So, you do not wish to show weakness then? Am I, ah, threatening? That said, I will keep it in mind about being ‘skeevy’.”

The warning was heeded. He’d have to see how to attempt to drink from the can without it spilling its contents all over at another time. It’d be a waste otherwise. That or he could just keep the can for eternity.

Red laughed politely. After all, it wasn’t like he could deny it, much less would in the first place.

“I suppose not. I was told to only focus on what was necessary, so I never learned. Many things are a new experience for me, so I am, ah, grateful to be taught them by kind individuals such as yourself, Hamaguchi-san.”

When Red asks him how he felt, Chitose’s expression doesn’t waver though he does pause to think it over. 

“Offended a little, but peachy! I already forgave you already, so leave it.”

Defensive, the idol attempted his best to steer the conversation elsewhere. His tone was anything but subtle however, and he does not use honeyed words to be his wheel but instead relies upon the implicit force of his semi-denial.

“Chitose-kun has no weaknesses. He never did, and he wouldn’t worry about it  even if he did and if you WERE intimidating.”

Of course, people who seemed like airheads could often be the most threatening ones of all, but after two conversations with Red, he kind of doubted this peer of his could really be a solid example of that.

When Red explains his somewhat sheltered upbringing ( is it truly sheltered or is it just ignoring everything? ), Chitose thoughtfully pushes a finger against his lips as he mulls it over.

Kind, huh.

Another weird compliment, and like before his ears grow a little reddish in hue but he presses on more composed than he had been the last time.

“Well, what’s even ‘necessary’ for you? Like is that just academics or is it something else?”

give & take | chitose | [ ATTN: red ]

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Heh. The voice got them every time, and Kagemori always got a kick out of using it when not singing. They do get a kick out of Chitose’s voice change, smirk turning amused and one eyebrow shooting up.

Oh, he was sticking with his voice? Not to be outdone, Kagemori switched back to his very feminine voice again. He might regret it later because he hadn’t done vocal warmups, but he wouldn’t be one upped!

“I’m a singer of my word! I’d never try to prevent a duel that’ll be heralded by bards for, like, ages to come. If I didn’t know your tactics, I’d think you were using third person to distract me…But, I think that’s just your thing.”

“Your thing.” Very descriptive. Kagemori takes a moment to stretch their legs before they run the gauntlet; they didn’t want to get a cramp, after all!

“So, what are the terms of this race? If you lose…I get to call you kohai or somethin’? Not that I need encouragement to try to leave you in the dust.”

It seemed like Kagemori was…attempting to make a joke with that last part? Whether or not it’d be interpreted as a joke was another thing.

Though he hadn’t intended for this to also be a kind of challenge in itself, it certainly seemed as such when Kagemori changes his register again to match him. Chitose’s motivation to keep with it was only supposed to be fleeting, but the inspiration he gets could very realistically keep him in this mode until the two came across a third party-- if they ever did even.

“Hehe, you’ve got that right~! Third person is kinda cute, don’tcha think? It makes people think they wanna protect the person like they’re some kinda helpless doe.”

A bit of a cynical view on it, but that didn’t change the fact he enjoyed slipping into it half the time he spoke. Besides, Kagemori clearly already knew who he was, so jumping into it every now and then wouldn’t cause any confusion. No harm, no problem, right?

“Hrmm... Is that reaaally what you want? Well, if I win, then you gotta spill how you haven’t been killed yet for all the stuff you say about the idol industry.”

Not that he really cared much about a reward for this. He was happy enough to just get the chance to engage in something physical even if all it was was running. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t curious.

“As for the scene, how’s the hall in the foyer? It’s a straight shot from the entrance to the Chaperone’s Dorms. We start at the entrance, one hand on the wall, and run to the opposite wall, touch it, and then turn back back to where we started. Whoever touches the wall again first is the winner!”

hop, step, jump! | chitose | [ ATTN: kagemori ]

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chitose puts in a coin for the clothing gacha!

[ Hair Bow ]

A large ribbon, black with silver edges. The ends are lined with wire so they would still stand up straight. Like little bunny ears!

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