[It takes a minute for Celes's brain to catch up to the rest of her. Slowly she starts to realize her situation. She's sleeping in a bed, with the sound of some sort of trumpets blasting in her ear. Not directly, no, but loud enough to blank out anything else in her mind aside from muting it. Her movements are a bit sluggish as she fiddles lazily with the stereo before slamming her fist against the off switch.
That's about when her eyes truly shoot open. This isn't her room. These aren't her clothes. Where even the hell is she? AND WHERE ARE HER EXTENSIONS?! Is this another one of that bastard bear's tricks? Her eyes dart around the room, taking in all the information she can. The room looks like some sort of cabin not unlike one you'd see in a movie from the west aimed at teenagers. Bunk beds, too. That means roommates. How...disgusting. She notes that while she was the first up, several others are starting to move as well.
Game face: set.]
Good morning.
[Celes stands up perfectly straight, a pleasant smile on her face that still seems a little unnerving. Almost like it's a threat in and of itself.
...probably doesn't help that you also don't know where you are.]
Would you mind answering a few questions?
2.
[Celes is convinced this place is Hell. Obviously one of her classmates killed her and now she was being punished for all the people who lost it all against her. It's either that or realize that she somehow got kidnapped AGAIN and wound up in an even worse place. The only redeeming aspect was that she wasn't doing something as degrading as catching frogs in her own clothing.
That and if she (and her partner too) wins those tickets she could get her clothing back and more. Or at least some dice and a deck of cards. One of the counselors seems like a gambling man and she's convinced she could get more off him pretty easily.]
It wouldn't harm you to pick up the pace, you know.
[She verbalizes this with a slight edge to her tone as she does the very strenuous job of sitting on her ass holding the container. To her credit she did manage to catch one frog, but that's only because one of the counselors was staring her down and she didn't want to get disqualified.]
Celestia Ludenberg | Danganronpa
[It takes a minute for Celes's brain to catch up to the rest of her. Slowly she starts to realize her situation. She's sleeping in a bed, with the sound of some sort of trumpets blasting in her ear. Not directly, no, but loud enough to blank out anything else in her mind aside from muting it. Her movements are a bit sluggish as she fiddles lazily with the stereo before slamming her fist against the off switch.
That's about when her eyes truly shoot open. This isn't her room. These aren't her clothes. Where even the hell is she? AND WHERE ARE HER EXTENSIONS?! Is this another one of that bastard bear's tricks? Her eyes dart around the room, taking in all the information she can. The room looks like some sort of cabin not unlike one you'd see in a movie from the west aimed at teenagers. Bunk beds, too. That means roommates. How...disgusting. She notes that while she was the first up, several others are starting to move as well.
Game face: set.]
Good morning.
[Celes stands up perfectly straight, a pleasant smile on her face that still seems a little unnerving. Almost like it's a threat in and of itself.
...probably doesn't help that you also don't know where you are.]
Would you mind answering a few questions?
2.
[Celes is convinced this place is Hell. Obviously one of her classmates killed her and now she was being punished for all the people who lost it all against her. It's either that or realize that she somehow got kidnapped AGAIN and wound up in an even worse place. The only redeeming aspect was that she wasn't doing something as degrading as catching frogs in her own clothing.
That and if she (and her partner too) wins those tickets she could get her clothing back and more. Or at least some dice and a deck of cards. One of the counselors seems like a gambling man and she's convinced she could get more off him pretty easily.]
It wouldn't harm you to pick up the pace, you know.
[She verbalizes this with a slight edge to her tone as she does the very strenuous job of sitting on her ass holding the container. To her credit she did manage to catch one frog, but that's only because one of the counselors was staring her down and she didn't want to get disqualified.]