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.

Comments

[shixiong]

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

[fishingforcompliments]

[are they standing close enough for this? they are now. flayn reaches over and grips the hem of yin yu's sleeve, her expression concerned.]

[shixiong]

[ even that doesn't get him to move much, the tension in his shoulders too strong.

....but, after the weapon is chosen, the stiff hand at his side where she grips his sleeve opens, just a little. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[she's watching him carefully - so when his hand does open, just the slightest bit, she moves to take it. her grip is light and gentle as she turns her attention toward guy and black shadows in the execution ring.]

[shixiong]

[ it's slow, but...his fingers gently wrap around hers, and yin yu returns the hold, never turning from the makeshift ring. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[they'll stay like this the whole time, then - for as long as yin yu seems to be struggling with this, flayn isn't going anywhere.]

[shixiong]

[ he doesn't look away from the fight for a second.

but when shadows' bat comes down the first time, his fingers twitch.

and the second, his grip tightens, this time for real, in flayn's. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[ah. bad.

there's a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the bat coming down, and the sickening crunch of the bat against his bones. flayn doesn't look away (although black shadows does his best to block the sight from view), and clutches yin yu's hand a little more tightly.]