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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[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]

[voidbreaker]

[ shit. ]

Hey.

[ he's leaning over to get a hand on akira's shoulder and just steady him. ... he's not just here for lili, y'know. ]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . the support helps, at least. but it doesn't keep his body from shaking, from his grip clinging white-knuckled at his crutches. the fury is already boiling in his stomach, threatening to bubble over, to spill out into the open in an uncharacteristic display of anger. it's only his impeccable self-control that keeps it heavily lidded]

[he is. . . angry at so many different things here, and he can't-- he can't let that be known at all]

[. . .]

. . . I'm so fucking-- over this.

[voidbreaker]

[ he's let go of lili now, so there's another hand steadying akira's shoulders-- feeling the trembling there and the shake of rage under his hands.

... ]

Yeah.

You're not the only one.

[ his voice is pretty level, but it sounds full of a very... deep anger. he knows anger at this point, and this one isn't old, but it runs as deep as all that old build up anger in him does. he's so done. ]

[survivaltricks]

[he knows he isn't the only one. but somehow. . . right now, that's a cold comfort]

[. . .]

[nevertheless. . . he steels himself. he wrestles with that rage to shove it down, to swallow it thickly like bad medicine, to save it for the creature or residual or what-the-fuck-ever that truly deserves it]

We're going to end it this week.

[he sounds so certain of that]

No more. This was the last time.

[voidbreaker]

[ he'll wait for akira to steady himself again, and when he has he just holds out a hand to him -- it's not a joke, a fist bump or a high five or anything, it's just his hand. ]

Yeah.

Let's do this. I've had enough.

[survivaltricks]

[oh]

[Akira's expression kind of. . . slackens at that offering, mouth falling open and his one good eye widening. he blinks at the hand, then up at Ash, like he's searching his expression for the joke. Ash doesn't hold hands. he never has, not with Akira]

[but--]

[. . .]

[. . . he takes those fingers in his own, his grip warm and perhaps a bit needy]

Mmm.

Me too.

[voidbreaker]

[ it's fine, he's gripping back too. ]

Just like last time, we'll do it all over again.

[survivaltricks]

[the handholding might be new, but Akira finds he doesn't mind it. he finds himself wondering why they didn't do it earlier, actually]

[hah]

. . . yeah. Just like last time.

[ONLY THIS TIME THEIR OPPONENT IS A GIANT SNAKE]

[voidbreaker]

[ GIANT HOUSE... GIANT SNAKE... IT'S FINE. ]

... Not sure we can afford to keep things going much longer, either way.