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WEEK TWO: EXECUTION
EXECUTION | |
▽ FULL NAVIGATION ▽ LOCATIONS ▽ STATUSES ▽ IC PROFILES ▽ IC RULEBOOK ▽ MURDER PROPOSALS ▽ PCS ▽ CURFEW ▽ AUDIENCES ▽ CAMP STORE ▽ REPORTING |
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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[He's scrambling back, trying to get on his feet the second Shadow's weight hits the ground. But they're up just as fast, their weight pulling him right back down with them with a desperate yell from the blonde. There's a flash of panic, of an animal caught in a corner, as he attempts to yank himself free with no give.
Gripping the bat in both hands, he grits his teeth and swings it down directly at their head.]
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Their weight shifts forward to pin him down as they reach out, a heavy hand wrapping around his throat. Shadows isn't strangling him-- just holding him in place, though their grip will tighten as much as it needs to.]
...I am sorry it has to be this way.
[Their voice is quiet, no hint of exertion in it. They take a moment to roll their dislocated shoulder back into place.
And then they take the bat in their other hand and swing down for his head, in a heavy strike.]
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His eyes roll back with a heaving shudder as his body goes limp against the ground. He's not dead. But considering the pooling of blood underneath his hair, soaking into the ground... he's definitely not getting back up.]
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They can't block the sound, though, of the bat slamming down a final time.]
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[Guy Cecil is dead.]]
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The other two Directors follow after Black Shadows as they carry Guy's body off toward the gray cabin, but even after they've walked away... no one else is free just yet.]