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trustfell2017-09-17 11:48 am
trustfellows) wrote in trustfell2017-09-17 11:48 am
WEEK 2.
Two people are dead. Jean Kirstein and Caren have both died due to a tragic accident. Of course, you're not entirely innocent, are you? You voted, you played into this game the Coordinators are running. But you know the stakes now. You know what failure to complete Rule Seven really means. No more excuses from here on out. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Of course, exploring the building from here on will reveal something new: namely, a stairwell in the northeastern corner, leading upwards toward a new floor entirely. Another sign of how things are going to progress around here, maybe; chances are you'll enjoy what you've been given, but was it worth the lives of two people to obtain? |
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!
If you'd like to get in contact with the Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Alena!]
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I... It's my brother. He...died. [ The words sort of slip out. ] And these- he shouldn't...be in any of these, because of that.
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... She falters a long moment. Older, clearly? Probably? She frowns and. ]
... I'd be as cross if my folks or brother were in some pictures too.
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[ There's that little...explanation. She swallows down a lump in her throat and half-shrugs one shoulder. If it's another reality, she should just be happy that somewhere, he's okay, right...? ]
Yeah.
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But then, sometimes you just want to be heard.
She frowns, a nail coming up to brush on her lips. She had admitted some of her own loss, should she be more explicit - no. Even to suggest sympathy, a contest of tragedy (even one she would win) doesn't suit the moment. The older vampire hesitates for a moment before she breathes a little harder out of her nose. ]
Then that's a cruel thing to have stuffed in with the rest of that junk. No answer to what it could be - forgery, those dimensions, some spirit photo... none of those are comforting.
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...it's silly, because it doesn't change the fact that it's still her fault. That she believes it is, on some level. But...still. She's never liked the looks the town gave her. This is just preempting those. ]
...Guess we'll um, have to watch out for that kind of stuff. [ She wipes at her face again, but holds the photos close. ]
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[ after all, many of those rules were a little childish in execution or explanation. ]
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[ She breathes out. ]
I'm, um... I'm gonna go...cool off for a bit, uh...thanks for...this, but...I gotta be alone for a little while.