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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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[ Osomatsu hasn't noticed Rantaro yet. ]
[ He seems to be spacing out a bit. ]
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... Oh, now he remembers what he was here to do.
He gently taps Osomatsu's shoulder and offers the sandwich.]
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[ The NEET flinches before coming back to his senses. ]
Ah--
[ He blinks and stares at the sandwich. ]
...Ah.
[ He gingerly takes the sandwich, still holding onto the crow plushie with his other arm. ]
...Thanks.
[ His voice sounds off; flat and almost coarse. ]
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There's a small, sad nod.
He turns his attention back to this shrine. If Rebecca and Han's names haven't been added already, he'll add them himself. Somehow.]
cw: brief emeto; suicide mention
[ ... ]
[ In the mean time, Osomatsu looks down at the sandwich in his hands. He takes a surprisingly large bite and forces himself to swallow it. ]
[ As much as he really isn't in the mood for eating, he still needs to eat. He hasn't eaten since... ]
[ Since Rebecca-- ]
[ He drops the other half of the sandwich and slaps his hand over his mouth, making gagging noises. It takes all his effort to not throw up the portion of sandwich he just ate, but he ultimately succeeds in not emptying his stomach then and there. ]
[ But he still feels sick. ]
[ He can still remember running over to see what all the commotion was about, just in time to witness Rebecca plunging the knife into her own neck-- ]
[ He shivers and hugs the crow plushie tighter. ]
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Rantaro tries to help him out here, but he manages to resolve it on his own... Good... That nearly gave Rantaro a heart attack...
Then again... This guy's been through a lot, hasn't he...?
Rantaro picks up the sandwich and dusts off some of the grass... Hm, shouldn't be eating a floor sammich here. Might as well put it on the shrine for now.
Then he wraps an arm around Osomatsu's side.]
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--!
[ Osomatsu winces from the contact for a moment before gradually relaxing, still holding onto the crow plushie. ]
...Fuck...
[ Tears spring to his eyes before he hurriedly wipes them away with his arm and pulls his hood over his head. ]
[ He's so pathetic. ]
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He gently tugs the hood away from Oso's head. It's okay. You're not pathetic.]
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[ ... ]
I couldn't even do anything.
She-She... Why would she-- I don't-- I--
[ He understands that Rebecca definitely got hijacked at some point. But he doesn't know why she was at the wall to begin with.
This moment is occuring before the meeting, so he doesn't know why yet.]...I can't get it out of my head.
[ He's lost a lot. Everyone's lost a lot. There's only so much more he can take of this. ]
[ ...He misses his show, back when stuff like this wouldn't happen, or at least, wouldn't stick. ]
[ He just wants to go home again. ]