GRAVEYARD

[retellers]

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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[heartablaze]

[She lets him touch, watches what he's doing with a careful eye and trying her best not to move too soon, even though the sound of his own name from his lips makes her heart soar. But she'll nod her understanding, her eyes a little glassy and the laugh on her lips quietly affected as she repeats the motions.

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.

[suddenlybees]

[ That tag was cuter in my gmail that filtered out the zalgo text ):

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.

[heartablaze]

[It's still not easy to hear, and she can't hide the flinch across her face. But she doesn't raise her voice against him this time. He knows how she feels, and she knows he can't explain everything. It's a hurt that, for now, she is willing to hold.]

...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.

[suddenlybees]

[ He'll probably be home committing patricide when that moment comes, but he gets the sentiment. ]

When all this is over, and we're free, and we can live our lives how we want.

[heartablaze]

[She nods immediately.]

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.]