Danganronpa 10th Anniversary Outfit Novels & Stories

It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it. “That ‘peach’ is your future Luna,” he growls. I hear the gasps and then the judgmental looks from the warriors and even the Beta. I realize that while I’m dressed in a bright sparkly dress with diamonds around my neck, everyone here is dressed in utilitarian clothing, all browns, blacks, and dark greys. I stand out like a sore thumb. The only thing that would have made me more of a ‘peach’ is if my dress was the color of the fruit.

Little Paula stated, They couldn't think of anything any more rather than dispatching to their various rooms and homes. ******* “It's morning already” I groaned and yanked off the duvet, stood up and took my bath as usual. Unlike other days, today's dressing is different. After rubbing my lotion cream on my body, I wore a black leather trouser, black leather singlet and jacket, black cap and a black war boot. I dressed like an assassin going to kill someone. This is gonna be my new dressing style. I don't want to look so accessible, instead I want to look dangerous.

I woke the next morning in a foul mood. As I stood in my closet, looking at the hideous clothing Pagomaris stocked for me, the full-length mirror throwing back the image of a very pissed off demon girl, I made a decision. I dressed aggressively in spiked boots and a pair of skin-tight pants in some kind of black leather with studs all over them. The shirt was also tight, a heavy jacket with matching spikes and a few skulls with horns decorating the shoulders and cuffs finishing my attire while a collar jutted out an array of spines I had to be careful of so I didn't stab myself by accident.

Arina's POV I have no idea why I was feeling so nervous. I was sweating. I was dressed up in fully fighting attire with black jeans and a black top with a black long dress cardigan with flare. It was giving it an elegant look but it can be removed during the fights. The makeup was also done in a way to make me look fierce. Yes, although it was a competition, Arcangelo has sent so many people since morning to do my hair and make-up and outfit. They told me this outfit is resin and is a different kind of cloth, which can prevent it from tearing up so it can save my body from cutting up. Soon Nonna came inside. She is a sweet old lady and I have gotten close to her as she is the only female I c

Day 26. Five days left. I wake up before the sun. The room is quiet, purged of the ghosts of last night. I don't reach for the grey uniform. I don't reach for the black jeans. I open the closet door. The clothes I packed are still on the floor, a pile of black fabric meant for running. But running is plan B. Plan A is winning. I pull out a silk robe. It’s champagne-colored, floor-length, with wide sleeves that ripple like water. Spadino bought it for me weeks ago, a joke about dressing up the doll.

Then I saw the dresses we're to wear, they were on mannequins and WOOOOW! The first section had Toya's name and there was this deep purple long sleeve maxi dress with a high slit. It was beautiful and she had very comfortable looking designer flats that matched. The second section was for Rosemita and it was a forest green knee length dress with layers of tulle and the bodice had sequins. I liked it, it looks really comfortable and fun! But then I made it to the last section, with my name on it and O.M.G! First off there are two dresses, the one on the right says it's from Zavier. It's a short sleeve, green camouflage maxi sundress with dark green wedges. It looks very comfortable, I feel li

(Note: All characters in the story are 18+) "Oh come on Anna you won't get Damien's attention with that."Jenny said as her friend came out dressed in an orange jumpsuit. "What do you mean, Jenny? I look dangerous." Anna declared proud of her look. They'd been trying to sort out what Anna would be wearing to the Halloween party for several hours. Jenny had already settled on a slutty student outfit. A white button down shirt with the middle buttons open to provide a proper view of her ample cleavage and the black bra that cradled her boobs.

” “Are you good to go now? Because I can be there in ten minutes. Then we can get whatever that you need to do done.” “Sure. I will be ready.” They hang up and Dani runs to her room. She pulls out a black and grey plaid mini skirt, a grey corset and a black leather jacket. She pulls out her black thigh high boots with the silver buttons on the side. The outfit is not something that she would normally wear, since it kind of gives off an eighties punk rocker vibe, but she loves how sexy it makes her feel.

He put the pocket square in place. He looked at himself in the mirror. He thought: you look like a person who is about to get married. He thought: you look like a person who is ready. He thought: you look like yourself, finally, after years of not knowing what that meant. Dani was dressed when he came out—a deep green dress that was the exact colour of the leaves that were still on the trees in the park, the October colour that was between summer and autumn, the colour that made her look like she belonged in a painting. She was sitting in the kitchen again, this time with her shoes on and her hair pinned up and her makeup done with the specific precision of someone who had learned to do her

Out of everyone, he had been waiting for this version of me to come back the most. By 8:45 a.m., I was ready. I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror as I walked by. And my outfit gave exactly what I needed it to give; the armor of a boss. I wore a charcoal-grey suit that fit perfectly across my shoulders. Then, I left the top two buttons of my black dress shirt open, revealing the ink crawling up my throat. I strapped my gold Rolex onto my left wrist, the metal catching the light, and adjusted the heavy gold chain on my right. I looked sharp and dangerous. I looked like a Russo.