Post by Naoya Akamura on Dec 4, 2015 6:16:04 GMT
And to think, upon stepping foot into the gates of Hopes Peak Academy, he figured this wasn't going to be anything special. Just another step forward in his life. Right up until the point when that poor girl got eviscerated into a smoldering pile of guts, nearly unrecognizable, Naoya hoped that somehow he was still right. That hope died, all thanks to a god damned stuffed toy.
As blood leaked into every crevice around what was once one of his classmates, the painters blood ran ice cold. His ear rung from the machine guns, and even after it was long over, his wide eyes kept themselves locked on the pulpy mess. The rabbits annoying voice no longer fully registered in his mind as he silently stayed near the back of the crowd. This is real. If they wanted to leave, they'd have to kill.
Naoya swallowed, looking towards the ground for solace. He was scared. In fact, the man was practically terrified. There was no way he could kill, but he also couldn't allow himself to die here, could he? No. Shutting his eyes, he tried to clear those thoughts. There's always another escape. Even if this situation didn't boast optimism, there was a way to get out of here. The painter stared at the people around him, trying to guess what they were all thinking. There was no way he could trust a group of strangers in a situation like this, right? Breathing a sigh of contempt, he looked away, trying to ignore his fear.
There was one thing that Naoya was at least confident in. He wouldn't die before he's atoned. He simply couldn't let that happen, no matter what.
Rie Kuroiwa
As blood leaked into every crevice around what was once one of his classmates, the painters blood ran ice cold. His ear rung from the machine guns, and even after it was long over, his wide eyes kept themselves locked on the pulpy mess. The rabbits annoying voice no longer fully registered in his mind as he silently stayed near the back of the crowd. This is real. If they wanted to leave, they'd have to kill.
Naoya swallowed, looking towards the ground for solace. He was scared. In fact, the man was practically terrified. There was no way he could kill, but he also couldn't allow himself to die here, could he? No. Shutting his eyes, he tried to clear those thoughts. There's always another escape. Even if this situation didn't boast optimism, there was a way to get out of here. The painter stared at the people around him, trying to guess what they were all thinking. There was no way he could trust a group of strangers in a situation like this, right? Breathing a sigh of contempt, he looked away, trying to ignore his fear.
There was one thing that Naoya was at least confident in. He wouldn't die before he's atoned. He simply couldn't let that happen, no matter what.
Rie Kuroiwa
