WEEK 5.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 5 Tabitha Smith, Sigrun Eide, and Solf J Kimblee are all dead. Regardless of what you think of the trial or the events leading up to it, there's no denying that you can feel the dent in your numbers now. After all, ten people are gone now. It may be hard, but all you can do is keep going. 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... What with Jericho's excitement at the last trial, it's evident now more than ever that the new floor that's opened up to you is a gift, a reward for a job well-done. Because while surviving is something that you'll continue to try to do of your own merit...well. Let's say that he's so, so very proud of you. PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 25 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 24 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 23

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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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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WEDNESDAY

[trustfellows]

Retaliation.

[trustbound]

[There are a few notable things happening rather early in the morning on Wednesday, for those who care to check.

The first is that the library is occupied.

The second is that Alena's office is not.

Anyone in the general vicinity of the library this morning will actually notice Alena moving toward it at a quick pace; not like she's in a particularly urgent hurry, mind – more like she's on a mission of some sort, and she's not in the mood to be stopped or questioned by anyone. Her expression is hard, and anyone who tries to catch her physically will be shoved off with a surprising amount of strength and no answers to speak of, just the notion that she should be left alone.

She's still got Caren's pendant on, and her hair is noticeably tied up in a braid today; she's been wearing it like that since the past weekend was over. But that's probably not important.

She draws up short when she gets to the room she's looking for, pausing in a way that seems almost awkward in manner; she shifts a little, trying clearly to not fidget with her hands, before she enters and finds the person she's looking for.

Katniss is sitting in a chair near the shelves, tucked off in a corner by herself; she's got her head propped up, but she appears to be, for all intents and purposes, asleep. Alena moves to sit next to her, taking one of those chairs for herself and reaching out to stroke Katniss' hair a little; the motion is gentle, but it seems that she's rather focused on doing...something, mentally, it's just difficult to say what.

Her left hand continues to run through Katniss' hair; her right reaches out toward open air again, the way that it usually does when she's in the pit and looking for a weapon.

After a moment she seems to find one, a large firearm that sits heavy in her hand. Before she can be stopped – or maybe just before she can second-guess herself, it's hard to tell with how blank her expression is – she's got the muzzle of it jammed up into that soft area beneath Katniss' jaw, angled toward the back of her head; given Katniss' utter lack of reaction to anything – Alena's touch, the hard metal of the gun being shoved against her head - it's likely clear by now that whatever she was focusing on earlier was probably a means to make sure that Katniss remained asleep.

Alena pulls her left hand away, and the trigger is pulled quickly and without hesitation.

Katniss' skull shatters.

Katniss Everdeen is dead.

Alena doesn't move from where she's sitting, nor does she pull the gun away from where she's got it pressed up against Katniss' head; she just goes very still.

After a moment, Jericho's voice can be heard over the loudspeaker; he sounds...odd, like he did the last time someone was punished. Sort of detached from the whole thing.]

Guys, we mean it when we say don't break the rules around here. Rule Three was broken this morning. She paid for it, but I'm sure you guys aren't too happy about it.

As usual, we'll deal with the body. For now you can just get out of there.

[destage]

[...Sayaka made a goddamn mistake following Alena when she saw the woman going out of the office.]

Katniss...

[What the fuck. What the actual, unholy fuck. She's fucking outta here.]

[bloodbiter]

[She only sees Alena as she’s entering the library, and enters herself once the woman is inside. Her eyes widen first in confusion and then panic.]

No—!

[She says it as soon as she sees the gun. She may not be familiar with them, but she can imagine it’s purpose. Though she takes a step forward, it’s much too late to do something. She can only watch as the weapon is fired, and she brings a hand to her mouth in horror as it serves it’s purpose.

For a moment, she just stands there with her hand poised there over her mouth, before she slowly lowers it to her side and closes her eyes. There’s nothing she can do. She has to...

With one last parting look at the girl’s body, she turns abruptly and exits the library, looking both shaken and furious.]

[brandnewday]

Adelina! H-hey!

[Hibiki didn't make it to the library, but she heard that announcement. She paid for it. Which means it's a girl. And she's so relieved to see Adelina that she sort of wants to hug her but she looks pretty angry.]

What happened? Did you see what happened?!

[bloodbiter]

Don’t go in there.

[It comes out a bit forcefully, before she takes a breath in an attempt to regain her composure. Her voice comes out more somber, more saddened, when she speaks again.]

Katniss is dead.

[brandnewday]

Wha...no..why?! What did she do?

[She was really, really starting to like Katniss! Hibiki shakes and tries not to tear up. It can't be true. It can't be true.]

You're...you're really sure right? N-no, I'm sorry, you wouldn't...wouldn't say that if you didn't know for sure.

[bloodbiter]

...There is a rule about sleeping outside of the dormitories. She appeared to be slumbering.

[Which makes the tight ball of anger in her chest grow. It's so senseless.]

[brandnewday]

[She stares in the direction of the library, and then she pivots so her back is to it. That's not fair. There's nothing fair about that!]

That's dirty...real dirty! Unfair! Stupid! Katniss didn't do anythin' wrong!

[bloodbiter]

No, she didn't.

[A breath.]

Both of them will pay. We will make sure of it.

[brandnewday]

They need to be punished. Even usin' the word 'punish' feels too light for what they deserve.

[Such negative talk coming from Hibiki? It's more likely than Adelina thinks. She hates them both. She'll always hate them.]

[bloodbiter]

It depends upon which punishment we have in mind, doesn't it?

[She certainly knows what she thinks they deserve.]

[firstaid]

[The library is a place where Estelle likes to frequent so she probably went in there only to witness... this...]

N-no...!

[Well, she won't stay even if Jericho hadn't ordered it.]

[shuttermouse]

[ Welp, that sure was a thing that happened. Chie raises her camera to snap a picture before hurrying out of the library. ]

[spiritform]

[...Milla closes her eyes for a long moment, lingering but an extra few seconds before they open again and she steps back out. She maintains an aura of strength, but she doesn't like this one bit.]

[hesperos]

[ He didn't know her very well, but damn that certainly happened.

At the end of the day, Yuri's never liked those rules very much—he certainly doesn't think it's reasonable to kill someone for something like that anyway. But though he'd like to spite them he knows better not to stick around to push his luck. So he'll just go off elsewhere. ]

[brandnewday]

[Christmas party? Hibiki will pass, thanks.

If anyone comes looking for her, she can be found sitting in the art studio. She's brought up a book from the library (she really couldn't stay there long) to keep her company, and there a few doodles spread about. If anyone enters, she'll stand up from her chair. Someone else skulking around is probably bad news, so she's positioned herself so she can see the door to the hallway.]

Ya know the party's five floors down, right? Ya can't miss it.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah and I wasn't really planning to go.

[ She says idly as she's walking into the room, her hand under her hip. She's marching right in and... well. Going to get a sketchbook. That said, ]

What're you hiding from?

[brandnewday]

Eh? You aren't?

[It should be noted, maybe, that Hibiki is wearing her hair ornament in place of her tie.]

...You promise not to make fun of me?

[matchbreaker]

No promises.

[ but oh, that's a cute little hair thing... ]

[brandnewday]

That's cruel.

[She says that like she'd say "oh, I see," though. Because it's Elda.]

Who cares why we're missin' the party, anyways? It's a lot more fun readin' a good book, right?

[She's picked up another mystery book. She's still trying to get smarter in trials.]

[matchbreaker]

Not at all. What, did you have a falling out with Aligula?

[ Because... look, she's not there because it is Christmas. And you know... christ...? No. ]

[brandnewday]

Can ya stop doin' that? Bein' right all the time? I had a lie prepared and everythin', but you're right. I don't want to see her.

[matchbreaker]

Well I am older than your grandparents.

[ she says with some pride. She smirks, pulling up a chair to lean over it towards Hibiki. ] It's natural I could see through things.

[brandnewday]

My grandma's pretty old, but she's still like a child to you, huh?

[Okinawans live a long time, it's fact.]

What about you? I don't think you're the kinda person to not show up because of an argument.