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thelastdanse2017-11-06 11:13 am
sinphony) wrote in thelastdanse2017-11-06 11:13 am
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Mock Week
[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]
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[ ... He... doesn't agree with that sentiment. ]
Sure, the panicking is stupid, but not every reason is selfish...
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[ ...She's not that trusting of people. ]
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... I-I'm not telling you! It's personal!
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[ She won't... Say much more than that. ]
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Idon'thavetotellyouanythingfuckoff!
[ An accurate summary of his brain right now: "ajsalksjlsdkjfs;dlkj;sdkjf". ]
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[ That's her point. Hate her all you want. ]
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[ Just. So much silence. He hates that she has a point. ]
... It's not selfish to want the impossible.
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[ She stars ripping paper out of a notebook she has, crumpling it up, and tossing it through the bars. ]
It'd be selfish of me to want my mother back from the dead just because I want to know her better.
[ Riiiiip. Crumple. Toss. ]
It'd be selfish to want to go back and erase that I killed someone when I know I saved countless lives in doing so.
[ Riiiiiiiiiip. Crumple. Toss. ]
It'd be selfish to wish that, maybe, Cole Bryant never ended up the way he did just because it'd mean my family wouldn't be such a mess.
[ Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Crumple. Toss. ]
And it sure as hell would be selfish to wish that my entire life since I was seven didn't happen this way so I'd be less of a fucked up mess.
[ Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Crumple. Toss. ]
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[ Just. Thumbing the piece of fabric in his hands. As she says all this. For a long moment, he just sorta leans against the bars, staring outside them.
Finally, he sighs, scrubbing a hand through his already very messy hair. ]
......... You're right. ... Forget about it.
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[ You probably don't even care. My mother was expendable to you. ]
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It's all right. You've, uh... been through a lot, I guess. ... Maybe it's more convenient, not having to deal with anything. Always having a constant threat, a constant job, something to consistently have to do. Not having to deal with whatever you're doing or feeling or whatever anyone else might be... I've heard people say war is really hard, but to us, it's really easy.
... This is harder to me.
You actually have some retrospection. ... You're allowed that. Don't... feel bad about it.
CW: Death
...I was seven. I had to stay home one day--I was really sick. So Mom sent the housekeeper and other staff home--she could handle it. That way no one else got sick. We, uh. We got a phone call soon after--Resha. My mother's partner in this business. ...Mine now. Resha's... She's a prophet. She has premonitions. She was desperately trying to warn my mother about something, but Mom kept telling her everything would be fine.
...It wasn't.
[ She hadn't talked to anyone about this. She's not okay. ]
...Well, we sat down to watch a movie. About halfway through, someone rings the doorbell. Mom goes to grab it, but something goes wrong. She recognizes the guy. He breaks in. Chases her. She doesn't want to leave me, so she grabs me in one arm and turns over furniture with the other. If we can only get outside, we'll be fine. So she tries to loop around. But it doesn't work. He beats us to the door, and chases us more.
[ She's curling in on herself now. She hates hit memory. But if she doesn't get it out, she'll explode. ]
...Finally, Mom puts me in a nest of blankets under the stairs. She, uh, wants to keep me safe. Act as a distraction. She told me to remember all I saw there that day. And then... She ran, but he caught her in a few moments. And then he... He pulled a knife and...
[ She's shaking. But she draws a line across her throat. ]
He... He had power to move blood with his mind or magic or something. So as she was dying, five feet away from me, he used that and wrote a Biblical verse on the wall. ...Leviticus 20:27. "A man or woman who is a medium or spiritist among you must be put to death. You are to stone them; their blood will be on their own heads."
[ A witch. A witch like her and her mother. She feels sick to her stomach remembering it. ]
...Then he turned to me. Walked over. Patted me on the head like nothing was wrong and told me that the daughter needn't pay for the sins of the mother. And then he left, like he was on a pleasant walk through the park.
[ She feels disgusted. ]
...I was seven. And I watched my mother die in agony.
jesus
... This is why I don't understand. Why you all work the way you do. If you have to take time to... mature, or whatever... it leaves you in positions like that. Where you could get hurt.
[ He sighs, after a moment. ]
... Did she care about you? Your, uh. Mother?
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[ ...Yeah she kind of just needed to get this out. To someone who would listen, who wasn't an inherited contact, who wasn't too close to the matter themselves. ...She might be rubbing her face on her sleeve a bit. ]
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[ ... Y'know? ]
It must be nice. Having someone attached to you like that. I can't imagine it. Even for a brief moment.
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[ ...She appreciates it. ]
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... It's not like I'm incapable of feeling things, you know. I just... understand, is all. Maybe a little. Being thrust into the middle of something and not having any choice in the matter.