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.

Comments

[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.]

[successives]

[...She reaches out to put her hand on his shoulder.]

[bittybat]

[The shoulder is tense and taut, and he quickly ducks it out from under her hand like the touch burns. He still doesn't look at her.]

[successives]

[She doesn't touch him again, but—

When the chainsaw rips into Dick, she screams.]

[shortfornow]

[ A look over at him, and then he'll watch the fight. He won't say anything. ]

[bittybat]

[He can see the look in his peripheral, but he appreciates not being coddled.]

[disreguarded]

[ he's not looking at anybody else, but she's watching him as the chainsaws rev. ]

[bittybat]

[The chainsaws don't seem to bother him as much as the entire execution itself. Messy, terrible, but he's more angry at the situation, and it shows in his eyes.]

[disreguarded]

[ if she can catch his gaze at any point, she signs something at him. ]

[bittybat]

[The sign catches his attention for the worst reasons, and he looks despite how hard he's trying not to look at literally anyone else. His face very briefly breaks, and then hardens again.

Stiffly, he nods, sticking his hands into both pockets. He squeezes the wooden cat sitting there like a token.]