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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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.

[chaoticlootral]

[Erm. Tugging on the back of his shirt?]

Don't.

[recrypt]

[


who the fuck is picking these executioners, ffs. ]

[shortforever]

[RIGHT???]

[recrypt]

[ hm. cracking sounds... ]

[recrypt]

[ ... black shadows certainly is trying to be kind, in their own way, but there's no need for them to try to protect them further from the consequences of their own actions. there already isn't an executioner among them. they're as distanced from it as they can possibly get.

of course, when she attempts to turn to leave- wait, they can't move...? ]

[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.]