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yamaboshi2023-05-24 11:34 am
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[ The studio that all twenty participants had come to was no ordinary one.
It was a place that was secluded from the outside world, crafted specifically for these young minds to be on a sick, twisted reality-slash-game show.
Week after week, it tore at Akane's heart.
They'd offer up a motive. Some weeks, someone would succeed. They'd have a trial, figure out who the culprit is, and then the host would execute whoever was chosen, regardless of whether they were 'correct' or not.
But on weeks where they managed to prevent a murder, they'd play a game of sorts- many of them would be based off of other game shows that you'd see around, but would be more potentially deadly.
Everyone was split into four teams of five randomly, and each group had their own separate dorm area of sorts.
While Akane herself was not on the same team as Shirogane Miyuki... that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. In fact, he had saved her one week from an unfortunate fate. She felt indebted to him. There had to be some way that she could help him out.
She had heard from one of the other "contestants" that Shirogane's ideal girl was someone named Shinomiya Kaguya. That name was a bit familiar- or at least, the last name was. The Shinomiyas were a well known conglomerate that would sometimes invest in the entertainment business; she even heard from fellow members of Lalalie that if they could get that family interested in their theater company, they would truly be a success.
One of the rooms in the "house" they were living in during the duration of all of this was a library. It was stock full of all the information that she could possibly ask for.
And so...
She devoted her time to studying.
It didn't take her more than a day to figure out what this girl was like, and while she definitely had to fill in some holes that she couldn't find, but that was easy for her.
All she had to do was put it in practice. So she seeks him out after preparing herself--for once, she's glad there's a costuming room that she could use to replicate the look- something that she could possibly wear casually- a black dress with a bright red cardigan and tying her hair up with the 'usual' red ribbon- before seeking him. When she sees him, her eyes shut for a moment before she gets into character, speaking up with an air of confidence that she normally wouldn't have a tone that was befitting of someone who could only be described as upper class. ]
Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while, president.
[ Her bright eyes shimmer, radiating something that, in spite of how in some ways she looks different enough from Kaguya for someone to tell the difference if they scrutinized hard enough, would be considered as deceptive.
Eyes that could make lies into truths. ]
It was a place that was secluded from the outside world, crafted specifically for these young minds to be on a sick, twisted reality-slash-game show.
Week after week, it tore at Akane's heart.
They'd offer up a motive. Some weeks, someone would succeed. They'd have a trial, figure out who the culprit is, and then the host would execute whoever was chosen, regardless of whether they were 'correct' or not.
But on weeks where they managed to prevent a murder, they'd play a game of sorts- many of them would be based off of other game shows that you'd see around, but would be more potentially deadly.
Everyone was split into four teams of five randomly, and each group had their own separate dorm area of sorts.
While Akane herself was not on the same team as Shirogane Miyuki... that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. In fact, he had saved her one week from an unfortunate fate. She felt indebted to him. There had to be some way that she could help him out.
She had heard from one of the other "contestants" that Shirogane's ideal girl was someone named Shinomiya Kaguya. That name was a bit familiar- or at least, the last name was. The Shinomiyas were a well known conglomerate that would sometimes invest in the entertainment business; she even heard from fellow members of Lalalie that if they could get that family interested in their theater company, they would truly be a success.
One of the rooms in the "house" they were living in during the duration of all of this was a library. It was stock full of all the information that she could possibly ask for.
And so...
She devoted her time to studying.
It didn't take her more than a day to figure out what this girl was like, and while she definitely had to fill in some holes that she couldn't find, but that was easy for her.
All she had to do was put it in practice. So she seeks him out after preparing herself--for once, she's glad there's a costuming room that she could use to replicate the look- something that she could possibly wear casually- a black dress with a bright red cardigan and tying her hair up with the 'usual' red ribbon- before seeking him. When she sees him, her eyes shut for a moment before she gets into character, speaking up with an air of confidence that she normally wouldn't have a tone that was befitting of someone who could only be described as upper class. ]
Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while, president.
[ Her bright eyes shimmer, radiating something that, in spite of how in some ways she looks different enough from Kaguya for someone to tell the difference if they scrutinized hard enough, would be considered as deceptive.
Eyes that could make lies into truths. ]
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...Just to be clear, the acting that you've done... it's theater mostly, right?
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...it... it was really effective.
[ you can just call her hot, miyuki, ]
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[ ... ]
I'm glad.
1/3
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[ He might've accidentally gripped onto one of the water bottles too hard that it popped. ]
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[ Someone kill him, please?! ]
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So dishonest.
[ He doesn't sound upset, but more... sad, than anything. ]
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May I make one more request for tonight, then?
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But as someone with a mask sealed on tightly, refusing to show the weak side of himself to anyone, he couldn't let this settle as it was.
He's close to her, not moving in, but still glaring. ]
Let me thank you, Kurokawa Akane. Not a Kurokawa acting for me, but the girl who saved my life as well. I want to appreciate you right back.
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[ Because she knows she couldn't do it as herself. She isn't that confident. Even if she did manage to figure out the plans of the ones behind all of it. ]
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And if, for one night... I want to?
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I... can kiss you, then?
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You can.
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[ Miyuki carefully cups her cheek, and leans in to lightly press his lips against Akane's. Lightly trying to have her lay back onto the bed. ]
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Her eyes widen when he closes the distance between the two of them as she easily lets herself get lowered onto the bed.
She didn't expect it, but guess this is happening now! ]