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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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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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...Are you able to follow through? Or are you just gonna run away again?
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She just stares him down for a minute, steadying her breathing.]
I don't have any reason to do anything to you, and you know it.
I know what I want to do, what I have to do, even if I don't know how to go there. Being angry at you and running away aren't my only options. Letting you jerk me around and make me feel worse isn't an option I have to follow, either.
I listen because I want to trust you properly, Shuuya-kun. Even if you don't trust me anymore. Which means I'm going to get mad sometimes.
[She blows out another breath through her nose, her voice trembling with the effort.]
But if I can't save my anger for the things that actually matter right now, then I'm not gonna be able to do anything at all. Rescuing everybody, making whatever choices we have to make while stuck in this place...
I'll follow through when I know it's worth it. [The tip of her blade hits his chin, just barely.] Losing my temper at you isn't worth it.
why do i come back to this
But what he doesn't show, his cat does. A flick of the tail in agitation at the continued insistence of trusting him, narrowed eyes of contentment when she says she can at least get mad at him. The creature yawns on his shoulders at the mention of all those heroics- of rescuing people and making choices- things that matter less to Kano than others. When the sword points towards Kano, the cat bristles, but also leans in, eyes gleaming off the side of the blade. ]
...You'll feel better if you get mad, [ he says, quietly, ] If you scream and hit and vent all your frustrations. Isn't that worth it?
Writes you another one
If you won't do it to me, when I made you do something you didn't want and made you have to die... then what reason do I have to do it to you, when the only bad thing you've ever done to me is trick me with your words?
[Prove her wrong, binch.]
I come back to you because you don't hold my hand. You make me think. You've seen a world that I don't know, that I probably won't know, especially if you can't talk about it. But you still have reasons, just like I do.
I know you don't want my help. I... know I'm not good at stepping away. But I don't want to run away. And I... don't want to hurt you again on accident, out of my own stupidity. [The blade lifts a little, even though her expression tightens apologetically.] I want you to know that I could do it on purpose, if I had to. And... I will, if I have to. But I need a reason, to raise my anger against someone else. To hurt them, or to hate them, or to stay away.
You haven't given me a reason. Not one my heart can understand. I...
I hate how you speak to me. I hate how you speak to others. I hate that your eyes are still so sad, because I just wish you had someone to rely on with what hurts you so badly.
I hate whatever horrible things in your life made you this way. Whatever made Nico-kun hurt so deeply, to make him be alone, to make him be empty, to make him into something that only knew that it was useless...
I hate that. And I hate what's become of it. I hate how badly it scars you, and everything you touch.
But I don't hate you.
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He hates the way he's hearing these words from her, instead of the people he desperately wants to hear them from. He hates that he can't hold people's hands- that he has to cover their eyes and goad them through whispers in the darkness. He hates that he tries so hard to give people a reason to hate him, to hurt him, to stay away, and yet there are still those who refuse to take the hint and save themselves from him who scars everything he touches. He hates that he can't raise a hand against anybody and give them a real reason. He hates the way he speaks, the way he acts, the fact that he has no other choice. He hates hates hates hates hates
But he doesn't hate her.
Only her undeserved kindness. What is he supposed to do with it? Him who irreversibly destroys everything he touches. Him who's voice is low and quiet, mumbled: ]
I never thought anybody could find me.
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She quietly lowers her sword letting the blade hit the ground, before letting it drop entirely. The dog carefully noses at it, taking the sword by the hilt to drag it to the side.]
I promised.
I didn't stay alive. So you can call me stupid for the rest of eternity... and I'll deserve every second of it. Remember?
I'm not going to give up on fixing this place. On fixing the bridge between these worlds. Even... if this isn't how I wanted to find you on the way. Even if fixing is going to mean making choices that hurt.
If you don't want to follow... I won't pull you along, Shuuya-kun. I told you I wouldn't. But... Even if it's from a place I can't reach... even if you decide to stay behind...
[Carefully, she holds out a hand to him, the scars of gashes of her own choices still prominent gainst the skin.]
I still want to be there to see you make a choice that feels best for you, and for everyone you protect... just for once, Shuuya. Even if I have to hold a scar for being too close...
That's my selfish wish.
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He doesn't take her hand. Doesn't look at her. ]
...I'm going to leave this place. And I'm going to kill one more person. Would you still stand with me, knowing that?
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[Her hand stays right where it is, unflinching.]
I can't make your choices for you. And... I know you can't explain everything. I know you would try, if you thought it was important.
I just want you... Nico-kun, or Kano, or Shuuya, whoever you decide is "you" under everything... I want you to have a chance for once.
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Shuuya.
[ He reaches out and places his palm against Hikaru's. Then reaches out with his other hand so he can curl her fingers into a fist and fist bump her, again from the top, and the bottom, it's a stupid secret handshake. ]
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A fist to a fist, to the top, then to the bottom.]
Shuuya. I'm...
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It seems cruel, that her voice halts with something she'd so freely given on their first meeting.
But she lets her mouth close, eyes apologetic in a pained way as she simply bows her head towards him, just barely polite, just barely hiding that emotion that radiates off her like heat from the sun.]
I'm... really, really happy, to finally meet you.
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But it's alright. He already knows her name, doesn't always call her by it, defines her more by her feelings and her actions, and her saying that she's happy means more to him anyways. Even if he doesn't wholly believe meeting him is any cause for happiness. ]
...Yeah. But I can't stay, okay? Not like this. Not right now. I still have a part I need to play.
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...Mn.
I'll be here. Whenever you feel you can come back the way you want... I gave you a promise. I'm not gonna break it.
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When all this is over, and we're free, and we can live our lives how we want.
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We'll find our path out of here, Shuuya. Whatever it takes.
[...
There's a glance to her side, as though she's making sure it's just themselves and the animals, her expression falling tired in a way Kano has probably not seen before, one that looks odd on a girl so energetic and optimistic.
Only when she knows they are truly alone does she continue.]