![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
WEEK THREE: EXECUTION
EXECUTION | |
| â˝ FULL NAVIGATION â˝ LOCATIONS â˝ STATUSES â˝ IC PROFILES â˝ IC RULEBOOK â˝ MURDER PROPOSALS â˝ PCS â˝ CURFEW â˝ AUDIENCES â˝ CAMP STORE â˝ REPORTING |
Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather continues to be terrible, snow and snow and more snow as far as the eye can see. You all know what's coming, and you all know it means you have to stand outside until the spectacle is over. So why not grab your coat before you're forced out into cold? 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 NHS 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. "Ohhhh, you actually caught one? You gotta be raring to go in that case. Nie Huaisang, get you ass in here." NHS 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... Oh, I know. Taako, y'know, from the Movies? Show us how it's done." Similarly to NHS, Taako 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 his dominant hand, Taako will find a 20-sided dice... though three 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. |
no subject
[Eloquent?
Taakoâs face drops from easy smirk to fear of god in about half a millisecond, looking back at Magnus before heâs forced to walk forward. Then he forces the expression off again, going blank instead. His braid is tied up around the back of his head, his outfit actually fairly subdued for the occasion - apparently someone has been a little bit paranoid about this option happening.
He gives the D20 an odd look, though itâs hard to figure out exactly what it is. Rolling it around in his hand before it tosses it. Whatever he was thinking wasnât very helpful. It rolls a 1.]
Oh, goddammit. Jeezy fuckinâ creezy. Youâve got to be kidding me?
[He's holding a fountain pen in his hand.]
no subject
but then there's a pen in his hand. he looks down at it, silent briefly, before a soft and very eloquent:]
Shit.
[where is his easier, merciful death! his grip on it tightens as he shakes his head.]
Fine-- fine, then. Listen, if any of you care about last wishes-- get someone to stop looking the other way and heal Beau, already.
[and, looking warily to taako:]
...I don't feel like making her fight your friend with the axe if I kill you, but I'm not going to just let you stab me with that thing, either.
no subject
[ . . . He doesnât drop the pen. Mightier than the sword, perhaps not, but certainly any port in a storm. White-knuckling it, though if youâre looking closely his hands are definitely shaking. All bark, this one.
Just. Starting to circle carefully - he not really a first moves kind of guy either. He would like to be invited to the prom?]
Donât really know what you expect, not exactly gonna be able to pummel you to death.
no subject
[he wanted an easy fucking death, that's all, of course he gets this.
but as taako circles, huaisang watches him. he's not a first-moves type either, clutching the pen close despite how much he hates this, shifting a little closer but not moving in fully. still evaluating, more than anything, his brow knit.]
It really couldn't have been someone who could manage it, that'd be too easy on us both.
no subject
[He's not stupid, he knows he's being goaded into attacking first, but--]
Anyway, you're the guy who was so insistent on wanting to win yesterday, moving the timeline along, but now it's all dragging your feet. Come the fuck on!
[He'd thought about doing a little play acting, playing up how pathetic he is at this, but he doesn't get the feeling that would work on Nie Huaisang. A guy who, in a lot of respects, mirrors himself. Fuck it. He ducks and tries to kick out one of huaisang's knees, suprisingly athletic for like, the laziest guy in camp.]
no subject
[he's bitching a little more for the sake of it, maybe the powers that be take complaints.
huaisang's not bothering with that either, because-- well. after yesterday he thinks it wouldn't work on most; taako doesn't seem the type to buy it either. there's little point to faking it here, so with that call-out, the come the fuck on-- he shifts his stance a little, and when taako comes at him...
yeah, he's not going to manage to dodge going down, but he's reaching out to try to bring taako with him, grabbing and clawing for any part of him huaisang can reach.]
no subject
He was a dirty little street orphan though, so immediately going for scratching and kicking at whatever he can, and he's still got most of his sharp nails intact. Reaching to grab a handful of snow and shoving that in Huaisang's eyes.]
Get off of me!
no subject
nie huaisang matches him though, spluttering at the handful of snow in his damn face-- but he doesn't let go, clinging, kicking and flailing blindly and scratching for what he can reach. not like this. it's not happening like this.]
You get off me first, then--!
[he's doing his best to blink the snow from his eyes so he can see, trying to shake the thick powder free-- and he reaches up to try to yank at taako's hair, working at undoing it.]
no subject
Anyway, if Huaisang's arm is anywhere near his face, he's biting it? He's going to bite him.]
no subject
even when he's bitten. he yelps as teeth sink in, tries to just elbow taako in the face with his other arm to make him stop; that shit hurts, he's not here for it.]
no subject
At some point during this huge baby battle, both little fountain pens have been dropped and lost in the snow. Shit?]
no subject
apparently there actually was thought put into this, because nie huaisang reaches directly for taako's braid, intent on something.
then he yanks taako's scrunchie free from it and flings it across the ring.]
no subject
[Well. That's bad?
That's bad. Taako kicks Huaisang as hard as he can in the stomach to get him off - disentangle them enough that he can scramble up to go after it, hoping that he kicked him hard enough that he stays down while he's forced to go after it, but there's snow and ice and
He makes it most of the way, just a step away before one of the pens buries itself deep in his thigh. Yelping in pain - he goes down immediately. Sure, it's just a little pen, but four inches of it buried in your leg? You'd be screaming too.]
no subject
he gives up on that. he shoves himself to his feet to stumble after taako, instead, even if he doesn't think he'll make it before taako can scoot over to that scrunchie.
he knows what happens if he actually kills him. there's no way out, here, no matter what happens, but in a fucked up way that's kind of reassuring in the moment. he dies either way. he'll do what he wants, then.]
no subject
no subject
nie huaisang is Not, though. taako grabs and replaces the scrunchie, and huaisang just-- throws himself at him, trying to get him down and keep him there, desperately reaching to try to wrap his hands around taako's neck.
it's not like he weighs very much to pin anyone down, and he's starting to shiver, but by god, he's making an attempt.]
no subject
Taako didn't do so good. Trying to claw at Huaisang's face to get him off, gasping for air in complete and total panic at this point. How insulting to go like this, in the snow with someone's horrible fuckin' hands around your throat, completely stripped of any weapons, dignity, magic. Trying to shove a thumb into Huaisang's eye in self-defense, but he can already feel his own vision narrowing.]
no subject
oops.
he grips tight, desperate, gasping a little himself from the exertion and the cold. he doesn't-- he can't die like this. he'll accept the revenge kill he knows is coming, if it comes to that. he'll take anything but this stupid fucking pen fight this camp forced them into, that denied him being killed by someone who had a better reason to revenge-murder him or someone he liked well enough not to fight.
he doesn't even duck away from the thumb taako jabs at him, still grappling with him as he yells in pain.
i don't know if i want to fight, he'd said last night. after this all started, he discovered he did.]
no subject
Taako gasps - or, actually, he would gasp, if he had any airway left, but he doesnât. So. He doesnât make any noise, except the panicked scrambling in the snow and making one last bid for freedom. His hands scramble for purchase on anything, snow, a mysterious axe that appears out of the ether to save him, a gun that came from fucking nowhere, and when none of that appears, he hits on the pen still deeply embedded in his thigh.
You get to reroll to escape a grapple every turn you know.
Grabbing the end thatâs still sticking out of his leg, he yanks - heâd scream again if he could (but, as noted, no airway) - leaving a gush of blood on the snow.
Then he slams the pen as hard as he can into the side of Nie Huaisangâs neck. Pointy side first. Abra-ka-fuck you, bitch?]
no subject
maybe. he'll find out later.
because he's definitely not expecting taako to have the strength left to yank that pen out, much less to jab it into his fucking neck! it sinks in with a strangled sound from him, and he quickly lets go, falling back and trying to scramble away from taako now.
it hurts. it fucking hurts-- will he die from this? can he? the panic sets in, and in the midst of it he can't think of anything like how you're probably not supposed to pull it out. desperate instinct kicks in that says something is in me that needs not to be in me and he reaches up, with a faint little wheeze of pain as he touches it...
pulling it back out should help him bleed out faster, right, if it hit the right spot? jae? jae. you're going to tell me i'm wrong but it's happening.
blood spills onto the snow as he flings the pen away, and he at least has the presence of mind to press a hand against his neck to try to stop it.
it's not going to be immediate, but he can't bring himself to try to speak after that throat stab, just tilting forward, his other hand propping him up. he's shaking visibly, now, probably not just from the cold.]
no subject
Just watching Huaisang, every breath raspy, seconds stretching into infinite minutes. His voice is wheezing when he finally finds it.]
Shit! Shit, fuck, I'm sorry, oh fuck, why, why friggin' pens, just-- Just fucking die already!
[BEGONE, THOT.]
no subject
he can tell, from the dizziness and the blood spilling from him, that this is going to be it. so he just... he ignores taako, because what else is he going to do, kill him? come snap his neck and end it quicker, he doesn't mind. he won't care.
nie huaisang is focused elsewhere, instead, turning to beau; this is exactly what he didn't want her to have to see, much less to do, but they used to have an agreement. he wishes they could have kept it, even if it would have been terrible. she can't move, but...
he tries. he's lightheaded, he's getting faint, he's... he was already freezing, so he can't tell much of a difference there, shivering as he tries to move closer to where she is. he just-- he wants to be there, after they didn't get to be close last night, didn't get to this morning and won't now. neither of them knew friday night was the last time.
his knees hit the snow again before he can reach the edge of the ring. a part of him is reminded, in that moment, of something years ago. of himself, screaming, hurrying toward nie mingjue. of his brother collapsing before he could reach him one last time.
so this is how they all die, is it?
nie huaisang falls forward as his vision starts to go dark, one arm outstretched. he can't reach.
he manages a small smile anyway, tears pricking his eyes. he tried. she knows he did.
it'll take a short time after he's fallen unconscious, red soaking the snow beneath his throat, but-
nie huaisang is dead.]
no subject
The other Directors accompany Shadows as they carry his body off toward the gray cabin; only then will everyone assembled find themselves able to move.
They're all free to go.]
no subject
Taako doesn't watch any of this - he doesn't want to, doesn't even consider coming over and trying to make it faster, because he's gotten this far and it'll be over soon enough, right? Haven't they asked enough of him? He feels empty, cold, and he won't give any more pieces of himself away, even as a mercy. Curling his knees up, arms wrapped around them - ignoring the pain and the blood and burying his face against his knees, shoulders quaking with something, though it's hard to tell exactly what. Laughter, tears, just the general release of anxiety and fear all at once?]
. . . Begone, thot.
[Then he laughs to himself, just a bit.]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)