WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION

[gatonina]

EXECUTION

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POPULATION: 23 Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather could be better, but at least it isn't trying to murder you this week. Overcast skies as far as the eye can see. No real need to seek shelter of any kind. How lucky. 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 Ookurikara 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. "... That was so boring. You're bringing me to tears. Tears! Terrible. Not even a tie to make it worth my time. I could really go for a nap right now. Ookurikara, get your badonkadonk in motion before I fall asleep. . . for realsies. . . . . . . ." Ookurikara 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. "Who else? Dick Grayson...? Heh, why not? Battle of the boy toys, boom!" Similarly to Ookurikara, Dick 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, Dick will find a 20-sided dice... though five 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!]

[coastal]

[well. she looks like hell chewed her up and spit her out. it seems like she hasn't slept or stopped crying since friday. even now she's still trembling faintly.

and yet when dick is the one chosen to face off against ookurikara, she finds herself still nearly knocked off her feet. she doesn't want anyone to be here. she doesn't know anyone who she'd prefer to stand against him, not this late, not when everyone has people dear to them.

so maybe that's why she can't stand it and finds herself yelling - ]

If you don't want to die, then fight!!

[to do anything less is a disgrace to everyone who loves you.

and some things are that simple, she thinks. even if she has an obvious bias - everyone else has different ways for their heart to beat. and break.]

[coastal]

[AND OF COURSE IT'S A FUCKING CHAINSAW]

What is—

[fuck modernity. she snaps her mouth shut when she watches the two of them dodge around each other, swinging these odd roaring monstrosities. this is only entertainment for the pink wretch watching them. no matter who leaves the ring, it's a loss. and she finds herself unable to speak when it's between her beloved and a - friend.

she crosses her arms, hugging herself so she doesn't come apart entirely.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . . . .]

[Akira stands in the ring with his crutches pulled to his side, his injured leg slightly lifted and his wounds stinging with the dull pain that has persisted throughout the week. for some reason. . . everything he's carrying with him feels so, so much heavier than it ever has before]

[he schools his expression. doesn't let his frustration and anger appear on his features as Dick is escorted into the ring. another weekend, another bloodbath, another instance of two innocent people being forced to fight to the death for no good reason except some stupid pink things entertainment]

[. . . he'll watch, though. as much as he doesn't want to. he's never looked away before-- he won't start now]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . he doesn't scream. he doesn't yell. he doesn't make a single noise. but the moment the chainsaw rips through Dick's chest-- something breaks]

[he falters, losing his footing (on his only good leg), and has to keep himself upright by support of his crutches alone. there's a breathless curse on his tongue-- fuck-- but it doesn't quite see the light of day, even if his lips somehow manage to formulate the word]

[he clings to his crutches, he keeps himself from falling over. . . but his shoulders are trembling. just a bit]

[daifukus]

[ the exhaustion that has permeated tonbo's expression as the weeks go by physically pulls at his shoulders today, the weight of watching a comrade fight a beloved friend far too terrible to name. he doesn't wish for either of them to break- not like this but what even is there left to say? all he can do is honor them both by watching this and hope, pray, plead that one of them survives this ]

[daifukus]

[ comes back up here because he's been sweating the entire time the battle continued, heart trapped in his throat. he knows he cannot be impartial to this, knows he's too involved with both parties to look away but. when the final blow hits something breaks.

the hope in tonbo eyes fade, and he slumps in place, biting back a harsh noise. were it not for whatever bespelled them into place he would have slid to the floor entirely. ]

[disreguarded]

[ beau is even more beat up than yesterday - extra bruises across her jaw, a bloodied lip. she doesn't seem to really care, though.

she keeps her arms folded across her chest. when dick is called, her gaze goes to wherever taako and wei wuxian are standing. eventually she glances back to the fight, and quietly squares her shoulders, expression harsh. ]

[chaoticlootral]

[Taako has, briefly, given up on feeling anything for the moment. He’ll look back when Beau glances his way, but he seems mostly unreadable. She likely knows his opinion on this though.]

[givethemhell]

[He's doing great it's fine they're all fine. He doesn't look away from the ring long enough to catch her eyes, but he watches with an unchanging, hard to pin expression.]

[haw]

[ he's here, with his matching set of bruises and a slightly puffy cheek. but even with her arms crossed, he's laying a hand on her shoulder, his firm grip saying more than words ever could. ]

[vigilantics]

[ this was already terrible, even without seeing who would be chosen for executioner. even when the person who's chosen is guilty, watching this happen still hurts. even more in cases like ookurikara.

except then dick's name is announced, and she has to brace herself to not fall over. ]

Shit...!

[ haha bad ]

[axilium]

[...

well, as always, he's here for her, especially if she looks unsteady.]

[givethemhell]

[WHAT IS THIS DISASTER WEEK. WE'RE REALLY TOASTING TO DEMONS HUH.

The expression on his face is hard to read and doesn't change once as Dick walks up and takes his spot. He's watching very closely, though, gaze sharp and intent.]

[givethemhell]

[Hm? Strange, considering his leg is fractured - it seems like in the panic post-execution after everyone has been freed up, Wei Wuxian's managed to slip away.]

[fishingforcompliments]

[...whatever the outcome of this is, it won't be pretty.

flayn has known that much since ookurikara's name was called at the end of the trial, the night before. it's only confirmed when dick's name is called, now. someone will suffer, no matter how this ends. multiple someones.

there isn't anything that can be done to stop it, not now, so although flayn is trembling, she raises her eyes to watch. as ever, she won't look away from the execution.]

[fishingforcompliments]

[both of flayn's hands come up to her mouth to muffle a shrill scream as that chainsaw rips into dick. yikes!]

[bittybat]

[He does not look at anyone else. The only person he watches is Dick. He's still as silent as he's been almost every other time. He's angry, by the look in his eyes, but it's icy, and very tired.

He squeezes his hands so tightly into fists, the knuckles are white.]

[gatonina]

[there's an immediate reaction when purple heart hears that announcement, and without even giving it a second thought they immediately tense up before there's a beat. they attempt to grab dick as he walks past, hand just barely out of reach and as the barrier closes around the two fighters they ball that hand up into a fist to punch the barrier as hard as possible.]

What the hell? [it's louder, probably, than most people have heard from them and they don't exactly plan to stay quiet. but there's another, equally aggressive kick similar to the way they reacted when winter was in the ring.]

...you have to come back. Fight back.

[wowcool]

[Anaido is just slumped in his wheelchair like usual. His eyes are closed, and it seems like he's drifting off into sleep - except his eyebrows furrow at Dick's name being called, and he frowns. He's clearly awake.]

[The hand on the handrail of the wheelchair moves slightly. His index finger taps on it gently, like an unconscious movement. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap.]

[Sets of threes.]

[voidbreaker]

[ well he looks tired and pissed off but that’s probably not a surprise. he doesn’t have anything to say really — one or two people get a look when dick’s called up to the execution, but not long enough or significant enough to be of note.

but he watches. he’ll watch the whole thing. and if anyone here tries to look away then he’ll call them out on it because none of them deserve that right today. ]

[shortfornow]

[ This...isn't going to be pretty ]

[recrypt]

[ another week, another execution. and really, by now it doesn't matter who's in the ring.

it never has, really. it's just another way to watch people who don't want to be here engage in a mockery of a final duel.

so she watches this one the same way she's watched all the other ones: impassively, with nothing showing on her face. ]

[shortforever]

[He's not shouting this week, but a chainsaw? Really?]

[applechemist]

[ For the record, Escha is just openly crying while she watches this. Just, the whole time. ]