A/N: Many of you may know me for "Monokuma's Killer Cruise". I just want to reassure for those who are supporting that fic, that I am not disowning the story. I am currently progressing through the second chapter but felt an inner urge to explore another alternative story where students take part in the famous killing game. I am creative and full of ideas so please do not think that MKC will suffer due to this current fic.
Danganronpa: Spine Tower
Prologue: The Monochrome Mistress
Time: 6:23pm | Ken's bedroom
Yo guys, what's up? My name is Ken Rokurou, eighteen-years-old and a sure damn diamond in the rough - yeh, I'm pretty much the pretty boy on the block. Anyhow...
Today marks the end of the final academic year at college and I have been invited to party, but not just any old party… this one is special you see. Talented students have been rounded up from across the country by educational authorities to attend a flashy, high-budget and exquisite celebration event to reward us for our talents that have been recognized on a nation-wide level. The venue is to take place in the heart of Tokyo.
Yeah there has been a mish-mash of myths that these kind of social gatherings are in fact conducted by criminal organizations that imprison student and then apparently brainwash them into killing each other off. They can only survive if they successfully kill another student and manage to waffle their way through a courtroom based trial and escape being framed. Haha, but we all know that is full of bullshit right?
Anyway… back to the party.
What should I wear? I stood in my underpants admiring my own reflection in the mirror, tensing my abs until I could clearly see my hard worked six-pack. Enough of that… I can't go to a party nearly naked can I? The invitation stressed that we should wear an outfit that captures our personality. Well I'm big-headed- yes I was aware of my arrogance- I am outgoing, fun and pretty a ditzy high schooler who failed all his exams. Oh, hehe, I guess you are wondering what my talent is then?
Well, I am the super high school model… Haha, nah, I'm messin' around. I am in fact the…
Ken Rokurou (18) – [ Super High School Guitarist ]
I failed my exams due to band commitments, but people across the region know me due to the solo guitar parts in some of my songs. I was in an idol band named the "Royal Blue Bandits". So yeh, I am pretty much a normal, casual school slack off who admire music and of course my female fan base.
Wait… Royal Blue Bandits… aha! A blue sleeveless jacket would be perfect then, along with a pair of electric blue sneakers, black skinny jeans and silver tinted vest with tiger scratches across it. Yeh I look like the perfect rock star, hehehe.
"Honey suckle, your limousine driver has just called. He'll arrive in fifteen minutes." My mum bellowed as she climbed the staircase.
Wha-? Fifteen fucking minutes to get ready?! I quickly slipped in my party outfit and puffed up myblonde hair with an excessive amount of wax powder. I coated myself in a mist of Bleu de Chanel cologne and accessorized myself with silver and black chains.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
The heavy knocks must be from mum. "H-hold on mum," I kicked my latest issue of playboy magazines under my bed before she got tired of waiting and then like always she entered the room before I could hide give her a heads up.
"You handsome little devil. Don't you look stylish with that new jacket and sparkling new shoes. Oh, and your hair! Aren't you a vein little cherub!" My mum teased, over-complementing me as always. "Smile for the camera sweetie!" She unexpectedly whipped out a camera from behind her back and before I could say 'cheese' it flashed, dazing me in the process. "My dashing boy," she smiled and bear cuddled me before planting a sloppy kiss on my forehead.
"Eugh...mum!" I dampened my hand and wiped what may have been a slimy lip stain on my forehead.
*BEEP* *BEEP*
"Oh that must be your limousine!"
"Okay mum, I don't want keep mister limo man waitin', catch ya later." I said excitedly brushing past her. Before I had chance to exit my bedroom she tucked something in my pocket.
"You be careful. Okay?" She called. I could only guess she put some sort of 'protection' in my pockets, but to avoid further embarrassment I rushed out the front door.
Time: 6:46pm | Front patio
Upon opening the front door my nerves rattled every bone in my body, but so did excitement. I was dazzled by what I saw. A lush red carpet stretched from my front door to the back seat of the black Cadillac limo. Whoa high-budget wasn't just an overstatement. All that was missing was screaming teenager girls begging for my autograph and paparazzi men flashing their camera's every second. Instead I had my mother more excited than I was, cheering from the window.
"Welcome, sir," a politely spoken female voice welcomed me from my right. It was a very sexy young lady dressed in a tight monochrome mini dress that amplified her bodily features. She had her face disguised behind a monochrome masquerade mask that was in the shape of a cat's head. Her lips were ripe red and glossy like an apple.
"You miss, must be my date for tonight," I teased flirtatiously.
"Your date would not be presenting you with a fine glass of champagne, would they?" She asked rhetorically pouting and twirling her black curls. "Please make you way into the limousine, where I will follow you and promise to make this so called date a day to remember, ahaha," she giggled.
I was too captured by her alluring aura to take notice of the champagne sitting on the silver plate. I studied her vaguely, taking care not to come across as a pervert and I had to remember my mum was still waving goodbye to me from the window. I raised my arm up to sign goodbye to my mum before taking the champagne and eagerly making my way into the limo.
I parked myself in a jet black leather seat and leaned back embracing shots of cool air that blasted through pockets in the seat. It was perfect to cool me down after that hot flush. The surroundings were luxurious, but I was too occupied by my mysterious escort who soon placed herself onto the seat beside me. The silent engine turned on. It was only seconds before we glided through the backstreets of Tokyo.
I noticed the limo had a champagne bottle resting in a bucket of ice on the side counter along with one drinking glass. It had a cocktail recipe card listing the ingredients and the name of the cocktail, 'Indulgent Despair'.
"You didn't have to make the effort of taking the champagne out to me," I said feeling spoiled.
"Well bad boys like yourself need something to cool them down after a hot blood rush to the brain." She pressed her chin on the palm of her hand and gave me a confidant and seductive stare. "It seems that I have some… melting effect on horny little teenagers like you." She continued, moving her bare legs closer until they stroked my inner thigh. "Please. Drink up." She insisted.
"Yes ma'am," I addressed her before moving the glass and resting my lips on the rim. I sipped the sparkling golden alcohol washing the fruity bitterness around my mouth while resting my eyes on the beauty that kept getting intimately closer to me.
"Drink up pussy cat," She purred. Her presence was very commanding and I therefore did as she wished. She rolled her index finger under my chin and gently pushed it back therefore causing me neck the drink until the glass was dry.
"Eugh… You must be hella of a party cracker," I coughed repulsing the aftertaste.
The aftertaste was the least of my worries, I instantly felt light, floating… almost like a balloon. My surroundings blurred with every blink, worsening to the point I had to hold onto my seat for reassurance.
"Y-you usin the opportunity to t-take advantage of m-me," I slurred, struggling to connect my words.
Slowly, but shortly, my vision blackened, soon becoming clear that this lady was unconcerned. Her rhythmic and soothing voice slowly faded until almost unrecognisable.
"Driver," she called. She stood to her feet and lowered her body until my eyes came into contact with her face, which she pushed really close to me as if she was examining my condition. "It appears our next target succumbed to our little cocktail." She informed.
"Excellent, another chess piece to add to the game" The voice was barely human, it was auto-tuned to sound robotic, but it was the last words I heard as I became unconscious.
Time: ? | ?
I woke up, my head banging like it did when I came out of are car collision months back. I was lying down on my back, underneath a branched chandelier lifting orbs of light blue, as my vision recovered it came to realization that they were in fact blue candle flames. I think I'm at the party, in the ballroom, but why was I lying down?
What was more concerning were this bunch of weirdos staring down at me.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Submissions are open! Please submit your characters following my form. PM or review if you wish me to send the form to you through PM. Please be patient for chapter two. I will be busy selecting characters and generating ideas to advance the plot, if I am lucky to receive enough submissions.
The Form [15 spots open]: You can submit at LEAST two characters.
General Data [Section 1]
Name:
Gender:
Age: (Please aim sixteen – early twenties please. I prefer eighteen-year-olds)
Sexual Orientation:
Birth date:
Height / Weight:
Appearance (Be descriptive) [Section 2]
Noticeable Features: (Eye & hair colour, shade of skin, hairstyle, facial hair, make-up, body figure)
Fashion: (Clothes, shows, colour scheme, etc.)
Presentation: (Sophisticated, lazy, tidy, revealing, smart)
Unique Features: (Scars, birthmarks, tattoos)
Personality [Section 3]
Personality: (Shy, friendly, loud, domineering, scared, happy, brave, clumsy etc. be descriptive)
Mannerisms: (How they walk, eat, stand, do they smile a lot, natural look of frowning? Do they tense their hands when impatient)
Speech Pattern: (How do they talk? Do they use clichés often? Express themselves through anger?)
Provide Quotes:
Strengths / Weaknesses: (What are they good at? Do they have any flaws?)
Likes / Dislikes:
Mental Stability: (Any mental disorders such as schizophrenia, a.d.h.d, depression, memory loss)
Background [Section 4]
Place of Birth:
Family History & Childhood Experiences:
Prized Possessions:
Best / Worst Events in Life:
In-Game Role [Section 5]
SHSL:
Role in Trial: (Nervous, shy, comical, investigator, quick to blame others)
Bedroom: (Each student in this story will have a personalized bedroom which portrays who they are. Think of colors and items you will find in there)
Execution:
Survivor / Victim / Murderer / Mastermind: (Please note that I MAY have to disappoint some of you)
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Final Note: I am looking for complex characters, so please bear that in mind. Also, I will include EVERY single submitted character per person, but they may only play a minor role in the story. I do not want tons of mysterious and quiet characters. I am looking for a colorful cast with a variety of different personalities.