WEEK TWO: EXECUTION

[gatonina]

EXECUTION

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POPULATION: 36 Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather continues to be less than ideal, storm clouds in the horizon as it continues to rain throughout the day. You may want to grab your ponchos and umbrellas, because you should all know the schedule by now. At 9AM, two hours after the bugle call for breakfast, you will be drawn to the bonfire. Your body will move of its own volition, giving you little to no time to pick up any sort of protection. As you approach the bonfire, you will find that you are not the only one. The Camp Directors and Guy seem to be marching to the same rhythm as the rest of you, their movements stiff as they approach from the direction of the Isolation Cabin. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "Oof, you guys suck at this. Isn't this an all-star cast? Oh, well. Guy Cecil, get over here." Guy will be forced to approach the fire, as everyone else takes several steps back to form something of an impromptu fighting ring around the bonfire. "As for your opponent... Black Shadows, why don't you give us a show?" Similarly to Guy, Black Shadows will be forced to approach the fire. Those in the audience will find themselves rooted to the spot, and the participants of the execution will hit an invisible barrier three feet away from the rest of the group if they try to escape. In their dominant hand, Black Shadows will find a 20-sided dice... though two of the sides are now blank. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin.

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EXECUTION

[gatonina]

[This thread is reserved for those participating in the execution! Please direct all reactions and IC commentary to the peanut gallery top level.]

[gatonina]

[Black Shadows' steps carry them forward toward the fire, their shoulders hunched slightly, posture a little uncertain. When they stop, they look down into their hand at the pink d20; they stare silently at it for a few moments, before resignation settles in and they give a slight nod, letting it roll forward onto the dirt.

It comes up with an 11, and as it disappears, Black Shadows and Guy both find themselves with a metal baseball bat in hand.

They turn to him, then, their tone apologetic.]

...am sorry about this. Will try to make it quick.

[But they appear to be letting him make the first move, the bat held ready in their hands.]

PEANUT GALLERY

[gatonina]

[IC reactions from the audience may go here!]

[fishingforcompliments]

[


oh no.]

[vigilantics]

Oh shit.

[ruffboi]

Aww, man.

[He doesn't love this?]

Hey, is it too late to volunteer? I'll kill him.

[recrypt]

[


who the fuck is picking these executioners, ffs. ]

[survivaltricks]

[wherever Akira went last night, he is back for the execution, as firm and neutral as ever. though his expression does flicker when Shadows is called into the ring]

[. . .]

[disreguarded]

[ she's here, and she's just. tense. her gaze is on shadows. ]

[shixiong]

[ just completely, stone silent, unmoving, as black shadows' name is called, too. ]

[daifukus]

[ face in hands. this week truly is the worst ]

[haw]

[ hm. ]

Hit it outta the park, Shadows-han.

[slobjection]

[ yikes. ]

[okitactless]

[Well. He's here, watching with a troubled expression.]

[shortforever]

[Some kind of emotion flashes over Chuuya's face when Shadows is called out- concern? Pity? It's hard to tell.

But he's quiet as he watches the execution begin.]

[voidbreaker]

[ wow talk about all the fuck ups in one weekend. ash just looks tired. ]

1/2

[gatonina]

[ah, shit.

as with all previous executions, winter wizard is here and standing by purple heart's side... though this time, they're not the director that has been called into the ring. they gasp when shadows' name is called out, one hand darting out as if to grab their cloak, but it's too late to reach them. maybe this would be the part where they could dramatically try to hit the barrier, but instead they take a deep breath, and retract their hand to cradle it against their chest.]

B...

[for whatever reason, they don't sound overly concerned?]

[wowcool]

[Something changes in his face when Shadow's name is called.]

[He watches the proceedings with a stony face, a tension in his body that doesn't seem to want to defuse.]

...You can do it.

[Whether that's to Shadows, or Guy, or both, is hard to say.]

[extracrispy]

[can whatever is picking the executioners please stop, jesus christ.

jason squints when black shadows' name is called out, but he remains otherwise silent.]

[hydrogenetic]

[Hm. Baseball bat? Bad. But Percy's here and watching with his hands in his pockets, expression unreadable but stance a little stiff. This is probably going to be messy.]

[bittybat]

[For a ten year old, his gaze is surprisingly clinical and focused. This doesn't seem to... bother him exactly?

As usual.]

[getdrekt]

[at this point, it should come as no surprise that Asch's only reaction to all of this is to simply stare, impassively, at the unfolding events in front of him.

Guy. he was voted for yesterday. today, he had to fight. for everything he knew, this should be the reckoning. he should say something. feel something.


it's a shame, then, that he just doesn't.]

[coastal]

[lili watches all of it - but it's when giyuu gets slammed into the ground, repeatedly beaten until his arm is no more that

she seems to be unsteady, and once the feeling of being stuck disappears, she nearly loses her balance]

So that's—

[the price.]

ONE MORE THING...

[gatonina]

[Normally, those in the audience would find themselves recovering their ability to move once the corpse has been retrieved. However... That is not quite the case this time around. Before anyone beside the Camp Directors has the opportunity to move, moments after the door to the Gray Cabin closes, the voice will speak up again, tone light.]

Oh, hah hah. Right. The slap on the wrist... Giyuu Tomioka, consider this incentive to watch what you say in front of a crowd, you silly little man.

[Suddenly, the metal bats used for execution will rise up on their own — and shoot towards Giyuu. He will have no chance to defend himself before the bats knock him down to the ground, his limbs splayed, and viciously beat his right arm. The bats will crush bone, split skin, and slam into his shoulder over and over again until his arm is little more than a bloody, flattened pulp on the ground. It's only once the limb is thoroughly crushed, and he has gone through all this pain, that one of the bats swings at the spot where his arm connects to his shoulder — and somehow severes the limb entirely.

It is only once this has occurred that the crowd will regain their ability to move. Um. Yikes? A little help, maybe?]

[baori]

[ ah.

strangely, he isn't too surprised when the bats come at him, but it doesn't mean that he'll be able to dodge them even if he was allowed to. he's exhausted and has been barely keeping it together as it stands. though the bat coming to knock him to the ground wakes him up as does the continual battering of his arm. the pain is excruciating but he doesn't say anything. he has said it before—he has dealt with worse. (is this really not the worse?)

he grits his teeth and bares it. he knew what he was doing...

however, as soon as the final blow that severs his arm off, he finally yells in pain. it's impossible not to. after that though, he doesn't say anything and instead, forces himself off the ground to get back up onto his knees while clutching where his arm used to be. there is blood on his hand and pouring from his wound. he expected this but not quite like this. no, but it seemed fair? poetic maybe. ]