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GRAVEYARD
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, but it leads you to somewhere that's not the front lawn. 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. On the desk are some blank pieces of paper along with crayons, as well as a written note next to them that says PLEASE DRAW THE PREFERRED ANIMAL :). It looks like this is how you ask for a meeting with a Leader. 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. As of Week 3, each person has the ability to send messages on their PHS unlocked. |
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Yes. :(]
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Ugh.
[ WHY DOES THIS PLACE LOOK SO HAPPY everything is so happy and colorful and terribly off-putting. Kano grabs a turkey leg off a cart and tosses it to the wolf so it has something to crunch that's not Kano's leg. ]
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Eh... hm...
[ Following the wolf it is. It's not like Hikaru can run forever, anyways, with everything being self-contained as it is. ]
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Hikaru isn't hiding very well in there, because Kano will definitely hear crying.]
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The impact gets her to flinch, looking up just enough to see what in the world hit her. The doggo walks right past Kano to nose at the paper ball carefully. Thankfully the paper does not set on fire.
The dog whimpers again as Hikaru looks up further, up to see who else was standing there--
Oh.
There's. Some complicated emotions instantly running across her face in rapid succession as her hands tighten against her legs, her mouth opening as though she wants to say something...
But she closes it, turns her head away, and tucks herself back against her legs, even as her dog starts to back away from Kano, taking up the paper ball into its mouth and retreating with its ears flattened.]
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She winces, and behind him, the dog growls immediately. Hikaru doesn't lift her head.]
If you want to hit me, just hit me, Shuuya-kun. It's okay.
[They have had this conversation before. But instead of sounding desperate and apologetic, now she just sounds exhausted.]
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Heh... So you remember my name. Do you remember our promise?
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The dog backs up another pace, laying its head against its paws with its eyes trained on the cat.]
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Oh, hm. So you don't remember at all! Aah, and I came all the way out here to see you and everything, too~ Should we, like, just forget about it, then? Make it easier on both of us, or whatever.
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[A fist presses against her eyes, swallowing back the tremble in her voice.]
It's okay if you don't. I'll keep doing what I can. [Even if half of their promise completely fell apart with both of them dead... the very least she could do was try.]
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Mn. I know. [Her eyes don't lift.]
Why are you asking me this, Shuuya-kun?
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But he has his reasons, like he always has his reasons. ]
'cause you ran away. You're running away. Have you given up already?
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...
[She swallows.]
I can't run away. But I... can't do what I need to do feeling like this. I haven't... I-I haven't been myself for a while.
If I go out and see everything and try right now, I... I really won't be able to do anything. I'll fall apart. I just needed some time, and it's not... it's not something people will just give me, if I ask...
[She presses her fist back against her eyes. The dog doesn't move, but its flames grow wilder.]
I'll b-be okay. I just... I n-need some time to... to not be okay. For a minute.
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Hmm... That won't do. I got a better idea. C'mon, on your feet, up up up!
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It's fine, she's just using it to push herself to her feet. But he can be scared for .5 seconds.]
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Oh. Haha. Alright, now close your eyes!
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she still has her sword, but its blade is down, hilt in both hands. she gives him a Look, tired and confused, but closes her eyes.]
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Hmm... Take like three steps forward so you're away from the trees, then, like, spin around twenty times fast.
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So I can just get dizzy and you'll have run away by the time I'm done?
No, thank you.
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the dog is just vibin in the back, being Very on fire.]
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why do i come back to this
Writes you another one
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