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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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The moment Shaun mentioned his lost handbook, Krista kept trying to remember whether she had seen it when she first found him. Despite coming up with nothing, she still looked everywhere for it. Behind her, she could hear Shaun's soft and unsteady footsteps, and she slowed her hurried pace so the web designer could keep up whilst she helped him look around. She feared the worst as each place they tore apart came up with nothing until they arrived in the trash room at last.

"Aha! I found it!" Krista felt a mixture of pride and disgust as she pulled the handbook from under a pile of trash but there was no time to clean or react because she heard Ice's exclamation from all the way in the dump room. She met Shaun's eyes briefly as she got up from her crouched position shoving the newly discovered handbook into the safety of her pocket, her stomach twisting uncomfortably as it had done when she first thought Shaun was...

No, it was not the time to think about that. Krista shook her head. She would've slapped her cheeks to get herself back on track, but she was still concerned about hygiene. Unlike before, this time it was Krista following behind Shaun as he lead the charge towards the direction of Ice's cry. The patient's quarters... Krista barely had time to note that Braden was following along behind her, emerging from the break room and taking quick steps towards the quarters with her and Shaun. No puppets in sight.

When Krista joined the slowly growing crowd of people around Ice in front of what seemed to be Shaun's room, the knot in her stomach tightened. How could there be a fire inside if the handbook was discarded away? Krista barely had time to think. In the haze of panic, she could briefly remember calling out for some to check inside with her to salvage Shaun's items from the inside, and for others to call for Monokuma or Nariko's help.

Her hand slipped back into her pocket, torn cloth pressed against her nose and slid the keycard to gain access inside Shaun's room once Geina confirmed the fire was out. Expecting to see just a charred room, Krista was not ready for what greeted them inside...

Marianne Roche, the Infinite Herbalist, dead and strung up, holes pierced through her upper chest and her once beautiful locks of hair matted with blood. She stumbled in her spot at the sight of Marianne's lifeless body, her hand that was holding the torn piece of cloth up to her nose fallen to her side at the shock of it all.

Why...? Why did it have to happen again?

Why Marianne?

Why?

Her eyes stung, unclear whether it was because of the lingering smoke or the pain of watching a once lively girl now hang dead in the room of another infinite, so far from her own home. She felt like screaming; maybe she already was? She couldn't tell anymore. Her ears were ringing and the knot in her stomach wasn't going away...!

"Th-tha-n-n-" She faintly heard whimpering from behind her, and it took her entire strength to turn around to face the horror-stricken infinite behind her. She pitied the web designer. He looked like he had seen a ghost... As if hearing her inner thoughts, she watched as Shaun threw up bile from the shock of it all. Luckily it was not on anybody, but it did mean that Krista had to push past Braden, looking equally as sick, to reach Shaun to avoid stepping on the bile. Krista carefully placed her arm around his shoulder, using her body to steady his as she slowly began guiding Shaun away from the sight and just a little further down the corridor to help Shaun get everything together.

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Braden hated the sight of blood most. The girl had been strung up for all to see, like a puppet show. Except this was not the ending everybody hoped for. He and a couple other brave infinites wandered further into the room once Krista had left to help Shaun, but everyone was still too stunned at the sight of a dead body.

From what he had gathered so far, this was not the first time they had seen a fellow patient die in a gruesome way. Twice in fact: this had happened before, but it had all gone wrong. He scratched his elbow, nails digging into his skin roughly as his eyes remained glued to her body.

Maybe he was still at home... in his own bed and everything was fine... this was just a bad trip... a god awful dream he'd wake up from the next day and he could get some shitty coffee made by the overpriced coffee store down the street from his suite... Maybe... The sensation of something piercing his skin shook Braden out of his thoughts. His green eyes wandered to his arm, watching the blood he'd drawn make its way down his arm. He wiped it with his sleeve with a grim confirmation.

This was no dream.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Their situation was quite the downer indeed. Braden had run into none other than Jezabel Volcov, the Infinite Clown- no, Trickster. Braden had to take a moment to recognise her. The last time he'd seen the tiny woman was back when they worked together on TV and he had always seen her in her jester getup.

She began replying to his questions, giving him the basic idea of what was going on. Braden was hoping that Jezabel was just exaggerating, but going by what she was talking about... A night of carnage? A killing game? This was just too serious to be a mere prank. The puppet scratched it's head, "Can we not just... leave? The lift had to have come from somewhere?" Braden mutely pointed towards the elevator he had come out from.

“Like.” Jezebel sighed. “You'd think so, but the buttons totally don't work. Whoever is controlling them has disabled the control panels or something. They don't even open up again unless someone's coming out.” She placed her hands on her hips. “But anywho, it's been a while since the whole TV thing right, what have you been up to?” The clown's face beamed brightly with a toothy smile.

The puppet edged closer towards the clown, partially covering his mouth whilst looking back over his shoulder towards Braden. "Mister Fussy Pants right here has been staying home like a loooooooser-" Braden, who was initially looking the other way, snapped his head towards the puppet. He pulled it closer, shoving Elias into his pocket like a disposed tissue before bringing out Erica.

"I meaaan, Elias isn't wrong but he's still kinda a dumbass." Erica grew silent as she regarded Jez. "You look human. I like it. Better than the trash you'd wear on TV." Braden immediately shoved Erica back into his pocket, pulling Elias back out instead to rectify the situation.

"Just ignore Erica, she doesn't realise what a total bitch she can be! How have you been doing?" Braden looked at Jezabel mutely.

Jez giggled. “Don't get too used to the new look. I just felt so grody when I got up this morning that I didn't bother to change back.” This was not the first time Jezebel had to talk with the dolls, which was probably why she wasn't overcome by their strangeness. “Turns out my eyesight needs to get corrected. I can't even shoot a crossbow at a target twenty feet away. Everything just kinda looks hazy in the distance.” She looked over the dolls head. “Like, they could have at least corrected my vision before sticking us in here ya know?” She looked at the puppet master. “Speaking of, what did you go to Axis Mundi for?”

"You still look mighty fine, I might add. Ignore Bitchica, she's just jelly." There was an odd muffled sound coming from Braden, but it was unclear whether it was Braden himself or if it was Erica protesting her nickname.

“Well, there’s no better treatment than seeing me, of course!” If the puppet could wink, it would have done so. “So here I am! Axis Mundi’s very own hot treat~!”

Braden sighed impatiently. He wrapped a hand around Elias’s mouth (or the general region anyway) and asked the question that was bothering him. “Where are the rest of the patients? The video on the elevator said there were more people?” His voice, unlike Elias or Erica, was flat and almost monotone, but his eyes showed the confusion he was feeling.

“They're all up already.” She was about to reach for one of Braden's hands, only to realized he was using them to control and subdue his puppets. “So like.” She gestured. “Follow me, we'll find someone.”

With his hand still on Elias's mouth, Braden continued asking the important questions. "I assume we're not exactly in Axis Mundi...? I mean... it looks like it but..." He grew quiet. "Well... I don't really remember my time in Axis Mundi outside my room so..." Braden would have rubbed the back of his neck if both his hands weren't busy.

The two wandered the hallways for some time, until they found Mary, skulking around a corner. In her attempts to catch Caora, she had developed a skill for stealthy movement, and thus was often difficult to find, let alone talk to. She jumped when she heard voices behind her. "Oh damn! You scared me!" She made a puffy face and pointed at the two. "What are you two doing here?"

Braden glanced up towards the new character. He could recognise the voice, but couldn't place the face. He furrowed his eyebrows as she enthusiastically approached the two, blaming them for her fright. "Oh my~! Another pretty girl? Maybe I don't mind this after all~!" Elias eagerly gave Mary a once-over. Braden panicked. When the fuck did his hand slip?! His hand immediately shot back up to cover his puppet's mouth.

"I apologise. Elias... can get excited in the presence of girls." There was a high pitched muffle that sounded suspiciously like "damn right!" coming from his pocket.

“I'm just showing the new kids around.” Jezebel placed a hand on Braden's shoulder and pulled him closer to herself, seemingly oblivious to what was going on. “Come to think of it, you've totally been here longer than I have. You could so help me show Braden around. I could get to know the other Betty hanging around these parts.” Jezebel's smile seemed to grow wider and more devious. “Maybe help you find your little Baldwin.”

Mary was a bit miffed that these guys snuck up on her. But she had to admit, she liked the attention she got, so she gave them a courteous smile. "Is that a puppet in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She quipped, and put a hand on her hip. She then giggled a bit.
"Well, I can't say I've been here a terribly long time either. But I suppose, I've been here longer than some..." She looked aside, a frown on her face. She then brought her smile back. She had an audience after all, and she could distract herself from Cookie-hunting once in a while.

"But sure, I can give you boys a tour. And don't you call me Betty, sir; the name's Mary Hanson, the Infinite Streamer and today's internet sensation." She then leaned over a bit, just to further drive her point as a web celebrity home; give them a view to remember.

"Dear, I'd be happy if I could see you all the time." Braden inwardly groaned as the puppet still tried flirting with the giggly blonde. He looked to Jezabel for help, maybe she could distract Elias? Instead, Elias took the look of help as a sign of something else. The puppet's voice grew louder until muffling the puppet wasn't enough. The damned thing wanted to be heard. "Ooooooooh boy! Lookie here folks seems like Braden can't make up his mind~! Thoooooooough to be fair Jezzie is a hottie too, so I can't blame ya~!"

Braden spoke out before Elias could be taken seriously. "This is just the stupid puppet talking. Please ignore him when he's being stupid." The irritated man gave Elias a threatening glare until the puppet grew limp, seemingly giving up.

"Alright funs over ladies. Mr Fussy Pants looks like he's gonna have a fit." If Elias could pout, he would be doing so now. "Let's go on a little house tour, eh? Don't forget to show me your rooms too~!"

Jezebel groaned uncomfortably at the mention of rooms. “Actually, I'd like to see more of the new place first.” Her smile returned. “I think Icing and Calvo are the only ones who have been over there. You can totally show lover boy your room later.”

Mary was amused by the ventriloquist's antics. "Oh, is that how it is? Blaming your perviness on a doll with a hand up its ass? How naughty~"
She then turned to Jezebel. "Sure, I haven't been there yet either. Let's-a-go!"

Despite being the one to ask for help, Jezebel led everyone into the second-floor hospital wing.

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Greeting them as they entered the hospital was a pharmacy. The front of it had fairly large windows, and one could see the hundreds of bottles of medicine contained within. “I wonder if like, someone should guard this place? Looks like a drug abuser's haven.” To the group's left was another window. Through it there was a conveyer belt holding some gel implants. The conveyer belt wasn't moving though. “Oh cool, we can get stacked!” Jezebel laughed and spun on her heel. “I don't suppose either of you have gotten that kind of operation in the past, have you?”

When the group entered the wing and saw the bottles, Mary's attention seemed to have been drawn. "Yeah, just some drugs....I bet there's no subscription-level..." She mumbled to herself. She shook her head. "Nope, these puppies are all natural!" She lifted her arms past her shoulders and bounced, grinning at Braden. "Not a single trace of silicone~"

Braden looked away, letting his hair cover most of his face whilst Mary... showed off her girls proudly. Elias on the other hand? "Nope, it's all natural" Mirroring Mary, the puppet extended the word all whilst unabashedly staring in Mary's direction. If Elias were a real guy, he would no doubt be bleeding from his nose at the sight. Braden stiffly moved towards the implant workshop to look through the window. The Ventriloquist pulled out Erica from his pocket, leaving Elias to gawk and be distracted by the Streamer whilst he talked through his female puppet.

It felt like Erica was his only chance to look normal...

"Oh hun, it's definitely not us who needs some help in that department." Erica answered Jezabel.

Yeah, he was doomed.

Jezabel scratched the back of her neck. “Right.” She looked between her companions. “Only reason why I ask is that I've totally been thinking about getting some work done. I heard that Axis Mundi has some pretty state of the art facilities. Not that I want to get anything too serious done.” She hugged herself. “But it seems like, over time, that kind of stuff just makes you super grody anyway. Like that chef on that cooking show? So not cool.”

Mary winked at Elias, sending it a flying kiss. She then heard Jezebel, and set her arms to her hips as she sighed. "Oh Jezzie, you don't need to do plastic surgery. You're beautiful as you are....But you could thin your makeup just a bit. You know, less Sun King, more Cute Fling!" She hid her smile under her hands. "Guys are not into the whole whiteface thing. I think it might offend some, too. I'd like to see you all natural."

Elias finally turned to 'look' at Jezabel. "Hey come on girls, loosen up a bit. Jezzie is cute in her own way. She's totes a Betty." Elias mimicked Jezabel's way of speaking, tone suggesting that he was proud of himself. Meanwhile, Erica also peered through the window Braden was looking at.

"Can we not go inside? I'm bored of window shopping-" Braden didn't waste a minute trying to search for the door into the implant workshop. Before he could turn the corner, the sound of static filled his ears before...

"Good morning sunshine...!"It was that same cosplaying teddy bear on the screen in front of them. For once since leaving the elevators, Elias went quiet. At first, Monokuma seemed to rant about Stalin before abruptly changing the topic to Australia. It felt like a routine announcement until static filled the screen before being replaced by a carnage sister that distinctly reminded Braden of a certain puppet currently inhabiting his right hand...

When the monitors cut out, leaving a blank screen for the infinites to stare at, Braden turned to face the two girls. "What are they talking about? What motive?" Braden asked, his two puppets remaining quiet on either side, as if stunned.

It felt like something was going to go horribly wrong.

Minutes to Manhattan

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Tell me, how many times have you heard that this was not x's scene? That this was not a place they felt very comfortable in? I'm assuming a lot. If you ask Yousef directly, he'd count himself amongst that group... but it's not true. Anyone with eyes could see that Yousef was in his element, mingling amongth the posh and the pretentious.

He may not have been raised in a wealthy family, but Yousef knew how to deal with them. He smiled politely towards the families that thought him to be worth less than their shoes, and he maintained small talk towards those that weren't complete assholes. It wasn't for very long though, he could feel the unnerving stare burning the back of his neck from his boss if he lingered in one place too long.“I apologise, Mrs Baker, but I must return to my duty.” Yousef raised the almost empty tray of champagne glasses briefly, enough to bring the tray to the elderly woman’s attention.

Mrs Baker gave the tanned boy a look before digging into her clutch to pull out a few pristine bills. Before Yousef could stop her, the woman tucked the money into his blazer pocket before sending him away, only letting him go once he promised to return to continue their conversation during his break. Yousef humoured the woman before disappearing into the crowds.

Yousef counted a number of glasses still on his tray, finding only two glasses remaining. Yousef decided it was time to return to the bar where he could return the empty glasses for the filled ones. On his way to the bar, Yousef crossed by the one family he was very acquainted with, with two notable absences. ‘She’s around here somewhere, probably bothering some elderly woman by talking about her dog.’ He was certain Cassandra would never think about leaving their home without bringing darling Analise with her, but he couldn't say the same thing for her son, Benji.

He passed by Cassandra and her husband without alerting the two of his presence. The last thing he needed was for Cassandra to make a scene and bring unwanted attention towards him. Yousef took quick steps towards the bar, expertly avoiding the crowds around the bar to make his way to the front and ask for the empty glasses to be replaced. “Mr Tarhan.” Yousef froze at the sound of his black haired boss behind him. Bracing himself for a telling off for talking to Mrs Baker for too long, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t him Boss Lady had a problem with.

Samantha was supposed to be back from her break five minutes ago, and Boss Lady was not happy. Yousef spotted Samantha rushing from the elevators from the corner of his eye, and he inwardly sighed. “Really? I saw Samantha by the stage a few minutes ago.” Yousef lied. Boss Lady didn’t look like she believed him for a second, but Yousef was sure she had no reason not to believe him either.

Yousef wasn’t sure whether he had gotten away with his lie. Boss Lady was still hovering by the bar, rubbing her temples tiredly, but she wasn’t saying anything else to him. When the bartender tapped him on the shoulder to grab his attention, Yousef took the tray of champagne and ran.

Right into Samantha.

He shoved the tray of delicate champagne glasses in her direction. “You’re late. I told Sarah you were covering the stage area.” He gave Sammi a look. “You owe me.”

Slammed - The Sunshine Diner

Might as well.

Name: Lucia Jane Everett (Subject to change)
FC: Daria Sidorchuk
Colour: b69683
Position: Assistant chef

Minutes to Manhattan

@Dirty Pretty Lies Can't wait! <3

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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Well, this is peculiar.

Braden was certain that he had last fallen asleep on his hospital bed in Axis Mundi. This was not Axis Mundi. Or... at least that was what he thought. He let out a heavy sigh, pulling himself up to a sitting position on the floor against the elevator wall. His head felt heavy, and his stomach let out a growl, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since dinner.

Whenever that was.

Braden stood up, holding onto the handle bolted against the elevator wall for support. Opposite him was the elevator doors. That fact alone was not interesting enough, but the message drawn in blood surely was. "Abandon hope all ye— what the fuck?" Braden was not the type to dream very often, so Braden was almost sure that this was not a dream.

He approached the doors, his hand reaching out to touch the cold metal before he started banging heavily against it. "Oi! Let me out!" Maybe this was all just a prank... a stupidly dangerous prank... Braden's breathing grew uneven with every bang of his fist, slowly feeling his heart drop to his stomach. The doors did not open, and all Braden got for trying to leave was two aching fists. He rubbed his hands to soothe the pain to a tolerable dull ache while looking around the rest of the elevator.

Propped up in the corner of the metal box was his two puppets. After picking up the puppets, the Infinite Ventriloquist held the puppets in each arm. The moment he did so, the monitor n the top corner of the elevator turned on. On screen was a two toned bear sitting on top of a hospital bed, the teddy bear introduced himself as Doctor Monokuma Killgood before introducing many names and faces that Braden did not recognise.

And then... it was his turn...

"Braden Carke isn't a very interesting person. I mean he has that moe appeal that makes him vaguely interesting to beat up, but that's it. And the Ventriloquist must realise it. Why else would he spend so much time pretending to be a bunch of dolls?"

"That son of a bitch..." Braden looked at Erica, who had her arms crossed in front of her tiny body. The usual smile on the puppet's face looked fake, almost irritated. Braden inwardly felt the same way towards the talking teddy bear. "That bastard is a talking teddy bear! He's no better than me." Erica would have humphed if she could. "At least I'm cute!"

The moment Erica finished speaking, the elevator doors opened for them. Looking around, Braden felt somewhat relieved that there was no one around to hear Erica. Braden wandered around the hallways, looking for any sign that would let him know where he was. The hallway looked similar to what he was familiar with from his stay at Axis Mundi, but the feeling was off.

At the sight of the first infinite, Braden held up Elias, the puppet stroking his chin before throwing his arms in the air excitedly. "Well hello there! I guess I should introduce myself." The puppet clapped his hands enthusiastically. "My name is Elias! Wait a minute..." The puppet pointed his tiny, stubby hand in Braden's face. "Braden! My name is Braden Clarke! Nice to meet you guys!"

Braden lowered the puppet for a moment, looking around at his surroundings. Seeing nothing of note, he looked at the infinite. "So... what is going on exactly?"

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With the traitor stealing Krista's e-handbook during their attempt at looking for the telephone booth, Krista found herself at a loss. The night of carnage was over, yet Krista was still stranded outside her room. Up until the announcement, she had been hiding around with Jezabel and Bliss to avoid being caught by Monokuma, but with that ordeal finally over but without her e-handbook, she couldn't enter her room and she did not have the energy to deal with Monokuma or the carnage sisters after the night she had.

At least the other team was successful... Krista felt relieved to hear that Aleecia had been moved to a pod, so that meant she was safe for now. Even the news that there was no deaths made Krista happy. The plan had worried Krista - who in their right mind would confront an angry robot with a deadly killing machine?! But through some miracle there had been no casualties, and even she somehow lived to see the traitor singlehandedly destroy three of the four carnage sisters.

Krista stood up, tucking the seat under the table neatly before leaving the break room. Krista helped herself to an early breakfast in private in the break room, and now that she could hear talking down the hallway she felt it was the time to leave. She suppressed a yawn by biting down on the inside of her cheek. She tried to nap in the break room but it was just too uncomfortable to maintain the position for very long. Combined with the stressful events that occurred during the night of carnage, Krista was too terrified to fall asleep, worried that the traitor would return to take advantage of the fact that she was alone and silence her permanently. Call her paranoid, but if Lucas taught her anything it was to not trust the intentions of others as easily.

As she approached the new floor, Krista realised she was not the only one that thought it was a good idea to explore. Coming up the stairs, Krista found herself in the art plaza. As much as she found doodling on the corner of a notebook in school fun, she was no artist. The dojo and the indoor beach retreat were two places she knew she wouldn't be as interested in. The beach felt like Monokuma was mocking their desire to leave the hospital, while the dojo simply was not for her. The kitchen was exciting enough, Krista made a note to look for a cookbook inside the study so she could whip up some interesting dishes to pass the time. The music plaza... Krista couldn't hide the massive grin on her face. She explored each instrument available excitedly. There was even a recorder! "Oh my... how long has it been..."

She shook her head, trying to stop herself from thinking of the days back in Germany where she would play the flute (badly, she was no Infinite Flautist). She did not acknowledge Alice, too wrapped up by the many ideas she was having about her next piece, but she did give the Recon a nod just before leaving the music plaza. Finally, Krista checked out the last room; the zen garden. Krista was taken aback by the simplicity of the room. It was pleasant though, calming. She took a seat, her eyes following the patterns drawn on the sand with the rake, her soft breathing being the only sound in the room.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Braden Clarke

■ N A M E ■

Braden Clarke

■ A G E ■

Twenty Two

■ T A L E N T ■

Infinite Ventriloquist

_{Braden is a master in puppeteering and ventriloquy, where he can change his voice to make it seem that it is his puppets responding back to him. He used to use his talents for a live children's TV show, using his puppets to entertain children. Braden has two puppets: Erica and Elias with differing personalities that he not only used during his shows but when he has to interact with other people.}

■ A P P E A R A N C E ■

Braden stands at 5'9" and is a fairly lean man. He has deep brown hair that has grown out to a somewhat shaggy length, and green eyes that always appear to be narrowed from irritation or unfocused from boredom. He has fair skin, hinting at his recluse nature and no scars that mark his skin. Braden prefers to wear clothes that can be layered and is often seen in a thin t-shirt, with a baggy, long-sleeved collared shirt on top with some jeans and surprisingly comfortable dress shoes.

■ A F F L I C T I O N ■

Braden was rushed to hospital after an accident. However, his family has made sure to keep particular details about the accident a mystery.

■ P E R S O N A L I T Y ■

There are three distinct personalities to Braden Clarke that are so opposite to the other that you'd expect him to be three separate individuals. The 'real' Braden is a quiet man that prefers only his own company. He does not seek out people to interact with, and his perpetual irritated expression stops the brave from interacting with him. However, this is Braden Clarke without his two puppets, and thus a side of Braden that is very uncommon to see.

Braden is a strangely quirky man. Where he is a natural introvert, his personality changes depending on the puppet he uses. He seems to adopt their personality the moment he uses the puppet. The most common puppet Braden uses in any given situation is Elias, his male puppet.

When he uses Elias, Braden can become a completely different person. Where Braden is usually a private man, using Elias helps him become expressive and show excitement. He is also highly flirtatious (both men and women aren't safe from this), but has never taken anything further than harmful flirting. Elias is the more understanding and empathic of the two puppets, and thus what Braden thinks is the best to use in a social situation.

With Erica, his female puppet, you'll find that Braden is highly impatient and demanding. Almost like a "spoilt princess". The puppet is straight to the point and insensitive to others' needs. Braden becomes pushy and loud, but also determined to get whatever he wants - a princess always gets what she wants! - no matter the consequences.

He and the two puppets represent the different parts of Braden's personality: apathy, witty and blunt insensitivity.

■ T R I V I A ■

• Braden is a surprisingly good gardener, and often tends to the gardens in his family home and refuses to let the help touch his work.
• Comes from a rich and highly influential family. His father, Richard Clarke is a cunning businessman and his mother, Elizabeth Clarke, is the infinite TV producer. His younger sister, Abigail Clarke is currently a senior at high school and is set to take over the business once Richard retires.
• Elizabeth produces a popular children's TV show which Braden used to star during the ventriloquy segments. He has now left the show and has now since stopped appearing live after a scuffle with someone from his live audience two years ago.
• Braden is a recluse and is rarely seen outside his home. There is also very little information about him specifically, other than his family lineage.
• Braden has a preference for spicy food.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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Braden Clarke

■ N A M E ■

Braden Clarke

■ A G E ■

Twenty Two

■ T A L E N T ■

Infinite Ventriloquist

_{Braden is a master in puppeteering and ventriloquy, where he can change his voice to make it seem that it is his puppets responding back to him. He used to use his talents for a live children's TV show, using his puppets to entertain children. Braden has two puppets: Erica and Elias with differing personalities that he not only used during his shows but when he has to interact with other people.}

■ A P P E A R A N C E ■

Braden stands at 5'9" and is a fairly lean man. He has deep brown hair that has grown out to a somewhat shaggy length, and green eyes that always appear to be narrowed from irritation or unfocused from boredom. He has fair skin, hinting at his recluse nature and no scars that mark his skin. Braden prefers to wear clothes that can be layered and is often seen in a thin t-shirt, with a baggy, long-sleeved collared shirt on top with some jeans and surprisingly comfortable dress shoes.

■ A F F L I C T I O N ■

Braden was rushed to hospital after an accident. However, his family has made sure to keep particular details about the accident a mystery.

■ P E R S O N A L I T Y ■

There are three distinct personalities to Braden Clarke that are so opposite to the other that you'd expect him to be three separate individuals. The 'real' Braden is a quiet man that prefers only his own company. He does not seek out people to interact with, and his perpetual irritated expression stops the brave from interacting with him. However, this is Braden Clarke without his two puppets, and thus a side of Braden that is very uncommon to see.

Braden is a strangely quirky man. Where he is a natural introvert, his personality changes depending on the puppet he uses. He seems to adopt their personality the moment he uses the puppet. The most common puppet Braden uses in any given situation is Elias, his male puppet.

When he uses Elias, Braden can become a completely different person. Where Braden is usually a private man, using Elias helps him become expressive and show excitement. He is also highly flirtatious (both men and women aren't safe from this), but has never taken anything further than harmful flirting. Elias is the more understanding and empathic of the two puppets, and thus what Braden thinks is the best to use in a social situation.

With Erica, his female puppet, you'll find that Braden is highly impatient and demanding. Almost like a "spoilt princess". The puppet is straight to the point and insensitive to others' needs. Braden becomes pushy and loud, but also determined to get whatever he wants - a princess always gets what she wants! - no matter the consequences.

He and the two puppets represent the different parts of Braden's personality: apathy, witty and blunt insensitivity.

■ T R I V I A ■

• Braden is a surprisingly good gardener, and often tends to the gardens in his family home and refuses to let the help touch his work.
• Comes from a rich and highly influential family. His father, Richard Clarke is a cunning businessman and his mother, Elizabeth Clarke, is the infinite TV producer. His younger sister, Abigail Clarke is currently a senior at high school and is set to take over the business once Richard retires.
• Elizabeth produces a popular children's TV show which Braden used to star during the ventriloquy segments. He has now left the show and has now since stopped appearing live after a scuffle with someone from his live audience two years ago.
• Braden is a recluse and is rarely seen outside his home. There is also very little information about him specifically, other than his family lineage.
• Braden has a preference for spicy food.

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Yousef Tarhan

Yousef Tarhan • 19 • College Student and Waiter at Sprinkles Cafe • Cengiz Al

A p p e a r a n c e

Yousef is by no means the most attractive looking guy in Columbia, but he still has a certain boyish charm to him that some may find cute. His dark brown hair is thick and shaggy, framing his long face in a centre part. The uneven chops suggest Yousef likes to handle the regular barber sessions by himself with his own trusted pair of scissors. His eyebrows are thick and unruly, and his brown eyes are almond shaped. If you look closely enough, you could even see the laugh creases in the outer corners of his eyes because this boy loves to smile.

Yousef dresses for comfort. Not only can he not afford the lavish clothes like some of his peers in Columbia, but he is a big scrooge when it comes to money. His clothes are old, but well maintained to last for a while. His closet mainly consists of jeans and sweats, things he can mix and match and wear for different occassions, sans fancy outings. Yousef is a tall guy, standing at a respectable 5'11 when not slouching, and has a fairly muscular frame that he keeps maintaining through a strict diet and regular weightlifting sessions. The basketball games helps keep him in shape too.

P e r s o n a l i t y

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B i o g r a p h y

"Character Quote"

Ah, spotted: Yousef Tarhan. Where do I begin with this boy? Law major on a scholarship, best friend to Benjamin Arnette and... Well, that is all we really know Yousef by. We do know a lot about his mother though and I suppose I can guess the rest. How interesting could this boy really be?

My sources tell me that Yousef Tarhan's mother is the Mehek Tarhan, personal assistant to Cassandra Arnette. Sound familiar? Dear Yousef is the son of the assistant employed by the Arnettes. Now that is how you make friends with the rich and famous. Benji and Yousef were the same age, so it was only a matter of time before the boys became the best of pals. Could you imagine the information mother and son know about the Arnette's? Oh, I can feel myself get excited!

But it's too bad Mehek is not the assistant anymore. Dear mummy was let go after twelve years of service, but I just can't find any details. Interestingly enough, Yousef even dropped out of the private school the Arnette's had enrolled him into as thanks for Mehek's services and enrolled into a public school far from bestie Benji. I wonder what happened there?

Yousef is a smart cookie. Good grades, good boy, what more could a girl want? Apparently a lot. I have absolutely nothing about Yousef's love life. Does it even exist? Nothing in high school and nothing here... do I smell a bachelor, ladies?

And speaking of here... here we are in present day, seven years later and besties are back together once more as roommates in Columbia University. How lucky is that? It appears that there was no bad blood between Benji and Yousef because they are best friends once again. However... now that Benji has been MIA for a few months, I wonder what Yousef has to say about that...?

Will Yousef give us the details? I suppose I just have to be patient...

XOXO, Gossip Girl.