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locked_down2018-09-15 11:00 pm
lockdownmods) wrote in locked_down2018-09-15 11:00 pm
WEEK 6
[Week six comes like an ominous wave. If anything, the wall is more threatening that it's ever been. That sign from last week? Looks aged-- like it's far more than just a week old. But more than that, it feels like something is waiting to snap this week. What could possibly go wrong, after last week?
Said no one ever, at this point.
But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]
Said no one ever, at this point.
But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]
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Yup. They're doomed.]
1/2 suicide implications cw
"Worry about the living first."
Wasn't that...so? Against the noise in her head, that cuts through. That, of all things, like a weight around her neck, trying to pull her back from yet another mistake.
It's true. That's what she has to do now. If she takes another step, if she lets this beat her? She knows what'll happen. Wasn't it told to her, that if she keeps her eyes facing front... If she keeps moving forward, she can pull herself from the darkness. Even without the reminder around her neck, this beats strong in her heart.
So, no.
In an almost mechanical way, she stops her slow approach, not even a few inches from Han's bloodied body. Rebecca raises the knife, but the unhinged, half-asleep look on her face is gone.
Instead, she's smiling, tears only just escaping her eyes, which have finally focused on what's before her: the other students.
"Worry about the living," he had said, and she will. She is. The truth she's accepted, it rings out within her. Rebecca Gales died before she even met them. It's time for Rebecca Gales to step off the stage.
With a despairing look, a heartbroken I'm sorry and goodbye, Rebecca holds the knife in front of her. ]
2/2 CW: Suicide
For a moment, she leaves it there, soaked to the hilt with her own blood. Then, out it comes. She cries out, grunts, but doesn't stop there, stabbing once more, at her left arm. And then again, at her side. Again, and again, and again, each punctuated with a cry or moan, and even as she stumbles backward she does not stop.
Have to stop it- no bloody virus...is going to make me kill anyone else!
No longer does her face hold the sad smile. No, it's given way to agony. Still, the knife remains firmly clutched in her hand, even though she's soaked in blood. Even as she coughs it up, as it stains her lips, she won't stop. In her pain, there's something defiant.
To the chest, to the side, again and again, wildly. Higher and higher, slashing at her own face, catching her nose and her right cheek, something has to do it. Something has to chase this out of her, or she'll die trying.
At last, the knife finds its way home: to her throat. Rebecca rips the blade out, spraying blood from her jugular and that, finally, does it. The choking gasp returns, as her eyes seem to search the crowd for something--someone-- she can't see. She mouths something, or tries to, and gags, and at last the knife falls from her trembling hand.
Rebecca herself falls too, to her knees and then flat on her face, blood pooling around her. A few coughs, a few helpless gasps, but nothing more.
It doesn't take long to bleed out, from that many wounds. The whole thing happens in about a minute.
Rebecca Gales is dead. ]
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Rantaro pulls his empty hand out of his bag and falls to his knees. His breaths nearly become as ragged as hers... But he's not close enough to feel the effects, is he?
The tears bubbling from his eyes were his own.]
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And then she screams loudly. She tries to cover her face but it won't stop the sound. The screaming turns into wailing as she tries to hold herself instead.
It doesn't help. Nothing will.]
SURPRISE YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD... WELL I AM
He's so cold.
He can't even see in front of him anymore. Just... let it end. He was tired of fighting. For all intents and purposes...
Han Young is dead.]
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...but if you attempt to follow her she will prohibit it.
No exceptions.]
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Well, then.
[And thatโs all he has to say.]
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Just in time to see all of this...to see Rebecca strike the last blow and her body fall. He watches her die and something in him feels like it breaks.
Han dying doesn't help at all.
Does anything matter anymore? Does anything...
He doesn't feel it, the tears that come. ]
late but here also 1/?
G-Guys?! What goin' o--
2/?
[ ...And then all breath leaves him. ]
...Eh?
[ ...Rebecca? Han? ]
...
[ Rebecca? ]
...?
done
[ He screams and runs towards their bodies. ]
REBECCAAA!!!
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[He glances behind him with tears in his eyes... Oh no. He was not going to let Osomatsu end up like her.
He stumbles to his feet and attempts to catch Osomatsu before he gets too close to the wall.]
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NO!! LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!!
[ He struggles, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. ]
REBECCA!! REBECCA!!
[ He can't lose her too. He can't lose her too. ]
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Accept the hug of sadness. Please.]
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[ Eventually, all of his energy just... leaves him. ]
[ His body grows limp, his sobs heaving and harsh. ]
[ ...At this point, someone needs to drag him away. ]
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Rantaro will attempt to carry Oso into the dorms, where he can rest.
It's been a long day.]
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[Mitarai is just looking for Rebecca to give her back this phone that is obviously hers, being pink and all. He didn't really want to do it - had thought of handing it off to someone else - but in the end he had to be like Lieutenant Anderson. People need their ways of communicating with the world, after all, to express themselves. It's not like there's an ouija board.
When he finally goes outside, eveerything is in slow motion. He's not color blind right now. The pink and red contrast against the green grass is unmistakable. Someone is no longer with them. He couldn't do anything. What else is new.
Then everything speed back up again, and there's one thing he knows about. Anime.]
Osomatsu!
[He throws the only readily available object towards Osomatsu's head. The phone.
The phone is not very aerodynamic and Mitarai doesn't have very good hand-eye coordination. It misses the mark and Mitarai just stares at the tableau uselessly.]
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[ The phone hits his head and he freezes up in shock. ]
--?
[ He's stopped screaming, but he's still crying, taking short, panicked breaths. ]
Ah-- AH--
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Don't end up like that poor frog back then! Okay?
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SH-SHUT UP...! SHUT UP...!!
SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP--
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I-I--!!
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Poe bolts as soon as he can move again.
He needs to go lock himself in his room and breakdown alone thank you very much.]
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When the final blow is struck, he just finds himself clenching his hands and gritting his teeth. Two dead, just like that. Maybe that shouldn't be surprising because this was a battlefield in its own right, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.]