[If he hadn't been so freaked out when they'd discovered literally everything on the planet wants the team for lunch. He'd be angry. Once again, he'd let the seemingly innocent and pleasant outside mask something awful. Hinata sat for a moment. Just a second is all he needs.
Four more days. Four days and they can escape. He sighs, pulls himself out of the chair and walks back towards the others. Their equipment is mostly shot. Communications are down. He frowns as he emerges from the storage room.]
Hey, I got the medicine. Who needed treated this time? ....I also have the report from the working scanner about that fruit someone ingested.
004 - Play that special punishment music.
[It might seem like a normal morning. The air is being cycled, the announcements you usually hear on board do their usual business of keeping you informed. Hinata running as fast as he can. Usual things. He slams a halt in the middle of the hallway. His gut tells him not to look over his shoulder. Yet he does it anyway.
He recognizes, yet again, the disturbing detail of his co-worker's glasses jammed over what serves as a face. The gurgling noises that have plagued him continue to pepper the air like some sick little song. He had saved his own life when he dove into a narrow hallway the moment he saw what had been watching him when he punched in at work. But he's pretty sure he can't run forever and Mark, the spindly little man with a mean streak when it came to due dates on payments, is damn fast.
It would be hilarious and he might laugh later, in hysteria if he lives through the encounter. If he doesn't then he won't have to worry now will he? It shouldn't be funny. It isn't. As he resumes running, narrowly dodging the lunge of Was Mark, something of a stressed laugh escapes. Sometimes, laughing helps.]
Wildcard - aka 004: The network
(Network Id: Hinata)
I'm not sure how to say this. Or how to ask.
Can anyone tell me if any of the specimens got out? Or if there's any sort of situation I missed this morning.
If I don't answer right away, don't think I'm ignoring you. There's something down here that used to be one of my co-workers. If you knew Mark he isn't Mark anymore.
Hajime Hinata | Dangan Ronpa 2
[If he hadn't been so freaked out when they'd discovered literally everything on the planet wants the team for lunch. He'd be angry. Once again, he'd let the seemingly innocent and pleasant outside mask something awful. Hinata sat for a moment. Just a second is all he needs.
Four more days. Four days and they can escape. He sighs, pulls himself out of the chair and walks back towards the others. Their equipment is mostly shot. Communications are down. He frowns as he emerges from the storage room.]
Hey, I got the medicine. Who needed treated this time? ....I also have the report from the working scanner about that fruit someone ingested.
004 - Play that special punishment music.
[It might seem like a normal morning. The air is being cycled, the announcements you usually hear on board do their usual business of keeping you informed. Hinata running as fast as he can. Usual things. He slams a halt in the middle of the hallway. His gut tells him not to look over his shoulder. Yet he does it anyway.
He recognizes, yet again, the disturbing detail of his co-worker's glasses jammed over what serves as a face. The gurgling noises that have plagued him continue to pepper the air like some sick little song. He had saved his own life when he dove into a narrow hallway the moment he saw what had been watching him when he punched in at work. But he's pretty sure he can't run forever and Mark, the spindly little man with a mean streak when it came to due dates on payments, is damn fast.
It would be hilarious and he might laugh later, in hysteria if he lives through the encounter. If he doesn't then he won't have to worry now will he? It shouldn't be funny. It isn't. As he resumes running, narrowly dodging the lunge of Was Mark, something of a stressed laugh escapes. Sometimes, laughing helps.]
Wildcard - aka 004: The network
(Network Id: Hinata)
I'm not sure how to say this. Or how to ask.
Can anyone tell me if any of the specimens got out? Or if there's any sort of situation I missed this morning.
If I don't answer right away, don't think I'm ignoring you. There's something down here that used to be one of my co-workers. If you knew Mark he isn't Mark anymore.