![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
GRAVEYARD 2.0
GRAVEYARD Well, that sucked. But no matter what your death was like—whether it was something peaceful or traumatic, you'll find yourself waking in a completely white room on the floor. Small and empty, there isn't anything else there besides an open door to walk through. But before you do that, you'll probably notice that whatever injuries you may have had, including whatever may have been the death blow, are now gone. That's exciting. Stepping out of the room, it seems that you're in a large... house? with three different floors. Everything from floor, ceiling to furniture is completely white, except for the drawings that are plastered to the walls in each room. These are all colorful, drawn in colored pencils and crayon, and resemble a child's drawing. The other notable thing are the windows. While they're present all around the building, looking out of them only shows TV static. Besides that, everything is furnished with the absolute bare minimum of each room. The first floor is all typical common areas one would find in a house. There's a kitchen, living room area, laundry room, dining room, and a main hallway where the stairs are. There are also helpful drawings in these rooms that show the rooms much more lavishly decorated than they actually are. There's a door that appears to be the way to exit the building, it's locked. The second floor consists of nothing but twenty bedrooms. Each room has one queen sized bed, an empty dresser, and an attached bathroom with only a sink, toilet, and shower. Like the first floor, each bedroom has drawn pictures that show it looking much more lavish than it actually does. Thanks for nothing, artist! The third floor only has two rooms. One appears to be a home office with nothing but a desk and two chairs, one behind it and one in front of it. While there's blank pieces of paper and crayons on the desk, the note that was previously there is gone. The other room is much larger, and it's completely empty save for the many drawings lining its walls— in fact, the walls are covered in them, much more than in any other room. On closer inspection, though, it seems like these aren't actually drawings? The papers seem to be showing scenes from the living area. Everything from inside the hotel to the areas beyond the bridge are visible here. However, when curfew hits on Thursday nights, they revert to being normal drawings! Except for the fact that they're all drawings of stick figures being murdered in various ways. Well. At least there's plenty of things to draw with, if you get bored. Also, a handy link to the previous post. |
NAVIGATION locations ₓ˚. statuses *+:｡ ic profiles :ₓo ic rules ･ﾟﾟ･｡ audience requests murder proposals ｡✧o private conversations ･ﾟo｡ curfew ･ﾟ✧ memories |
no subject
[... but that is simply the reality of the situation, isn't it? He shakes his head and sighs--
... and then stills upon hearing Emet's name]
... No. He did not.
no subject
.... even if he did, I hold no grudge. It is not as though those tasked with removal get to choose who is splintering.
no subject
[his gaze is... complicated, but the emotions are soon hidden behind closed eyes.
When he opens them again, his expression is mild]
He did what was necessary, even if I would have preferred one of us live.
no subject
a nod at that]
Oh, I as well. I even left you a letter because I presumed you would continue to survive.
no subject
I made it exceedingly clear I would volunteer to die if necessary, Won.
[YOU SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED HIS HORSE (???) ASS TO DIE]
no subject
Even if you volunteered to die, you would hardly be first on my list should I need to take action. A cost-benefit analysis would make that much clear.
[ - but he also knows
people don't think the way he does, so.]
no subject
[His expression settles into thoughtfulness]
But Dorothy took my life because she did not want to kill a child, and that alone satisfied me.
no subject
... that does sound like her. Well, it's not like choosing anyone in particular to die is a right or wrong decision at this point.
[they are simply decisions of what they can live with.]
Regardless, it seems that we are both here.
[ . . . rip]
no subject
[With an almost wry smile]
So what will we do with this abundance of time?
no subject
.... but until then, I hope you do take time to recover. Even if you volunteer, or know death is coming...
It is nonetheless unwelcome, isn't it?
no subject
But to that last part, he merely shakes his head]
I only remember two things, really -- both of my previous deaths. The first I died by poison until it drove me mad. The second, my core was destroyed and fell from a great height.
In comparison, this third death was rather mild.
[It's rather sad, but Chiron was truly the perfect volunteer.]
no subject
.... well, you were there for one of my deaths. [to be killed before he could harm others] Even before it though, I found my body failing and unable to act as I watched my beloved country burn.
You are right.
The third death is perhaps a rather mild one, in comparison.
no subject
... But that seems to be their way of doing things. Chiron can only smile]
I know Emet-Selch had to do what was necessary, but I do hope he did not prolong any suffering.